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Authors: Jessica Lee
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hard, and edgy. But then I thought you might be missing it. Perhaps there’s something else you’re missing too? I haven’t forgotten you, Sir. You know where you can find me.
Instinctively, his grip curled, tightened, the letter crinkling inside his fist. Landry reared his arm back and sent it flying at the wall across the room. Launching from the bed, he spun on his heels, not really sure where the hell he was going. He scrubbed his face with his palms and sighed. Why now? Six months of silence and now that the packs were at each other’s throat, the male sends a cryptic message along with this…
Landry stared down at the open box and the chain inside. Dear God, please tell me my mistake hasn’t added fuel to the fire already burning between the packs.
One thing was for sure, he had to find out if the aggression from the other pack was Arick trying to not only get Evin’s, but Landry’s attention as well. Arick sure as hell hadn’t tried to hide his scent at the kill site, which Landry had thought odd. The lead enforcer of the Gregorson pack personally marking a run against a rival pack… As with Landry, Arick’s role was to train the enforcer team, serve and protect the alpha, and in turn, the pack by ensuring the safety of their leader. But there hadn’t been a word from the shifter since their final encounter when Landry had confronted him about his identity. And he used the word “confrontation” lightly.
Landry had come close to choking the life out of the male once he’d realized who he’d been fucking. Prior to their hook-up, the last time he’d seen the younger Gregorson male, the guy had to have been ten years old. That’d been at least fifteen years ago. But after their third encounter, Arick’s curiosity about the KinKaid pack’s stability and its alpha became less than casual. And Landry’s internal bullshit meter had been tripped. So after the shifter had left their bed to get cleaned up, Landry had searched the guy’s pockets for identification.
Landry had been played for a fool. Something that didn’t often happen. And he would be making damn sure it wasn’t repeated. As they say fool me once…
Even though detecting Arick’s scent had seemed a little unusual, he hadn’t connected the two events, one possibly having sparked the other. Sure, Arick had been trying to suck insider information out of Landry from his knees, but too many months had passed since then to have been suspicious at the time of the wolf culling. Besides, Landry hadn’t given him a damn thing except a few orgasms and a bruise the size of his hand around Arick’s throat before he’d left.
Yet now…Arick’s timing was setting off every one of the alarms in Landry’s head. He’d somehow known his fuck up with Arick would come back to haunt him. Nothing in his life had ever been easy or gained without pain. That included whenever the demands of his body could no longer be ignored, and he had to find release. There were always consequences or hell to pay for anything Landry ever wanted. And he usually ended up on the paying end of the sacrifice.
Even before he was born, his father—or donor—had done the unforgiveable and abandoned not only his pregnant wife but had deserted his pack as well. Yeah. He was spawned from the cream of the crop. From the moment Landry had been born, he’d had to fight for every shred of respect, for his place among the pack. No one had given him a damn thing. He’d earned his rank and title alone, and this situation…he’d fix on his own too.
Tonight.
Decision made, Landry inhaled deep to cool his head, grabbed his cup of java, and joined Kaleb in the other room.
He found the enforcer in the kitchen rummaging through what was left of a bowl of fruit on the counter. As he entered, Kaleb turned and tossed him a banana. Landry snatched the thing from the air with one hand, balancing his coffee in the other.
“Nice moves.” Kaleb grinned.
You haven’t begun to see
Instinctively, his grip curled, tightened, the letter crinkling inside his fist. Landry reared his arm back and sent it flying at the wall across the room. Launching from the bed, he spun on his heels, not really sure where the hell he was going. He scrubbed his face with his palms and sighed. Why now? Six months of silence and now that the packs were at each other’s throat, the male sends a cryptic message along with this…
Landry stared down at the open box and the chain inside. Dear God, please tell me my mistake hasn’t added fuel to the fire already burning between the packs.
One thing was for sure, he had to find out if the aggression from the other pack was Arick trying to not only get Evin’s, but Landry’s attention as well. Arick sure as hell hadn’t tried to hide his scent at the kill site, which Landry had thought odd. The lead enforcer of the Gregorson pack personally marking a run against a rival pack… As with Landry, Arick’s role was to train the enforcer team, serve and protect the alpha, and in turn, the pack by ensuring the safety of their leader. But there hadn’t been a word from the shifter since their final encounter when Landry had confronted him about his identity. And he used the word “confrontation” lightly.
Landry had come close to choking the life out of the male once he’d realized who he’d been fucking. Prior to their hook-up, the last time he’d seen the younger Gregorson male, the guy had to have been ten years old. That’d been at least fifteen years ago. But after their third encounter, Arick’s curiosity about the KinKaid pack’s stability and its alpha became less than casual. And Landry’s internal bullshit meter had been tripped. So after the shifter had left their bed to get cleaned up, Landry had searched the guy’s pockets for identification.
Landry had been played for a fool. Something that didn’t often happen. And he would be making damn sure it wasn’t repeated. As they say fool me once…
Even though detecting Arick’s scent had seemed a little unusual, he hadn’t connected the two events, one possibly having sparked the other. Sure, Arick had been trying to suck insider information out of Landry from his knees, but too many months had passed since then to have been suspicious at the time of the wolf culling. Besides, Landry hadn’t given him a damn thing except a few orgasms and a bruise the size of his hand around Arick’s throat before he’d left.
Yet now…Arick’s timing was setting off every one of the alarms in Landry’s head. He’d somehow known his fuck up with Arick would come back to haunt him. Nothing in his life had ever been easy or gained without pain. That included whenever the demands of his body could no longer be ignored, and he had to find release. There were always consequences or hell to pay for anything Landry ever wanted. And he usually ended up on the paying end of the sacrifice.
Even before he was born, his father—or donor—had done the unforgiveable and abandoned not only his pregnant wife but had deserted his pack as well. Yeah. He was spawned from the cream of the crop. From the moment Landry had been born, he’d had to fight for every shred of respect, for his place among the pack. No one had given him a damn thing. He’d earned his rank and title alone, and this situation…he’d fix on his own too.
Tonight.
Decision made, Landry inhaled deep to cool his head, grabbed his cup of java, and joined Kaleb in the other room.
He found the enforcer in the kitchen rummaging through what was left of a bowl of fruit on the counter. As he entered, Kaleb turned and tossed him a banana. Landry snatched the thing from the air with one hand, balancing his coffee in the other.
“Nice moves.” Kaleb grinned.
You haven’t begun to see
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