Interviewed by the Alpha: Episode 3 (Stone Pack Book 3)

CHAPTER ONE

The drive to the station was just a blurry haze through the shock that once again settled on my psyche.
I sat in the back of the moldy police car, my head limp on my shoulders and my spirits crushed. This
was  way  more  than  I  could  have  ever  imagined  happening  all  in  one  night.  I  hadn’t  even  taken  a
chance to have a proper shower. I still had crusty blood drying up on my torn up shirt with a cut on my
neck stinging from the blade pressed to it only hours before. It was a night straight out of my worst
nightmares. I wanted to blame Nolan for it, hell it was his fault after all. If I had never met him, if I
had  just  stayed  home  and  skipped  that  interview,  then  I  would  have  been  sitting  at  home  right  now
watching  the  newest  episode  of  Survivor  with  Oliver  wrapped  around  my  neck.  Instead,  I  was  left
with a dead Damien, someone framing the murder, a werewolf lover and no reality television shows
in sight.

Oh and I now had a police record.
What the actual fuck.
The police car came to a rolling stop at the station and the officer—who ended up telling me his

name was Portman—dragged me roughly from the backseat and pushed me into the building. I was
met with the bustle of a busy night at the jailhouse, filled with three crying prostitutes, one screaming
heroin addict and four pretty blondes with the leftover cocaine from the night sprinkled on their top
lips. No doubt they were calling their daddies to pick them up. I just kept my head bowed low and let
Portman guide me to the back, where an older lady took the lead and processed me. She took my
fingerprints, checked me for any hidden paraphernalia and threw me unceremoniously into a jail cell
with five other tough looking men, all glowering at me.

“Make friends. You might be spending a long time with these stand-up guys,” the woman said,

laughing as she walked away, twirling the jail cell key between her spider-like fingers. I just watched
my only salvation turn a corner and disappear, leaving me behind with men who all looked like they
were ready to eat me.

And not in a good way.
“Hey, fresh meat. Watcha’ in for?” the one closest to me asked. He had on an old leather jacket and

a torn up white t-shirt underneath. The faint shadow of a mustache was decorating his upper lip. I
figured it was best if I didn’t answer, so I just shrugged and walked over to the stone bench, farthest
away from the five men.

“This one doesn’t like to talk,” another one said, his voice sounding like a coked out chipmunk.
“It’s ok. I like them quiet,” the burly one said. He got up and lumbered over to me, sitting

practically on my lap. I shrank into myself as he threw a big arm over my shoulder and pushed his
face into the side of mine.

“Mmm, he smells like fear. Doesn’t that turn you guys on?” His grip around me tightened as I tried

to shift over to the other side of the bench. This wasn’t turning out well.

“Come here and give your daddy a kiss, boy. Maybe I’ll let you sit on my lap if you behave.” He

moved his hand and encased my whole head, forcing my face to turn towards his. I kept my lips tightly
shut and managed to push him off of me. I scurried over to the edge of the cell and pushed myself up

against the bars.

"Listen, guys, I don’t want to cause any problems. Please, just leave me alone,” I said, hearing my

own voice shake.

“Yeah, John. Just leave the little baby alone. We can teach him all our tricks later. Looks like he’ll

be here a while,” said the one who looked like a pimp. Just then, another man who was curled up in
the shadows got up. He wasn’t like the other ones. This guy was even scarier. Something about him
made even John shut up.

“You smell like someone,” he said, his voice sounding like a low growl. The kind that comes from

smoking too many cigarettes with a vicious intent underneath.

Oh fuck.
I immediately realized I was stuck in a cell with a fucking werewolf. All the blood that was still

left in my body felt like it rushed straight to my feet, leaving me paper pale once again. I squeezed
harder against the bars as the man got up and stalked over to me, his shoulders hunched over with
dark black, oily bangs covering his forehead. The other men suddenly turned very quiet and seemed to
forget that we even existed. They turned to each other and started whispering things under their
breath.

“A Stone, huh?” the man snarled, already just inches away from my face. I tried keeping eye contact

with his deep amber orbs, but I couldn’t help and avert my gaze, no doubt in a subconscious display
of submission. He must have picked up on this because he tipped my head up towards him with one
curved, menacing finger. To my surprise and fear, his finger was covered in dark black fur and ended
in a threatening claw.

“I could smell him all over you. Inside of you. His seed is all over you. You’re the bitch he’s

claimed aren’t you?”

I could only nod weakly in response.
“Well, how upset do you think he would be if his boy-toy were gutted behind bars? By a Rake none

the less.” His nail was digging into my still fresh neck wound.

“I’m sure he’d be just as upset as Greyson was when your boyfriend murdered his girl.”
My eyes shot up to meet his. I felt my mouth drop open, ready to defend Nolan. I may have not

known him as well as I wanted to, but I knew deep down that he wasn’t capable of killing an innocent
girl. The man just smirked a poisonous smile, understanding how much I actually didn’t know.

“Looks like Nolan hasn’t told his puppy everything, huh? Oh yeah. Nolan is a dark, dark man.”
“He wouldn’t,” I said, fear still all over me.
“Oh, but he would. Without any cause or reason. Nolan killed her in cold blood after he used her

body for his own. Why do you think we’re locked in this war? Because we’re jealous of his success?
Please.” He scoffed, his wretched breath carrying over to me and making me immediately feel sick.
“He can keep the fancy cars and the mansions, all we want is revenge.” His hand shot from my neck
to grip the back of my head. He pulled me back and threw me down onto the hard concrete.

“Woh! Calm down, man! We’re in jail, not fight club.” I heard another man say, except he sounded

so far away. Everything seemed miles away right now as I tried to process what I was just told. I
didn’t want to believe him, but I had nothing else to go off of. And it made sense. Why would these
scum bags want the riches and the fame? They were more than happy living in the shadows of
humanity than in the light of money and power.

The werewolf ignored the other man’s statement and leapt down on me, pinning me to the hard

floor.

“You’re done, you little bitch.” I saw his teeth shift and his mouth elongate, longer than any normal

human’s face should be. He wasn’t transforming fully, but his mouth had menacing teeth gleaming
underneath snarling lips. He reared back and lunged forward. I closed my eyes, knowing what was
next. Then, just before his teeth ripped out my throat, I heard someone yell and felt the werewolf’s
body convulse on top of me. Seconds later, he was as stiff as a board and falling over to the side, still
twitching from the taser embedded in his neck.

I finally took a deep breath and rolled over just as a police officer rushed into the cell and threw

handcuffs on the man. His mouth was shifted back to a normal human’s anatomy, but his eyes were a
bloodshot red.

“It’s your lucky night,” the cop said, not knowing just how ironic that statement sounded. “Not only

is your throat still intact but someone paid your bail. All $500,000 of it. Someone must really want
you on the outside.”

I could only stare at the officer. A moment of happiness had rushed over me before I remembered

everything the werewolf just told me. I realized that I needed to confront Nolan, even after he paid a
half a million dollars to set me free.

“This one’s staying in handcuffs, the rest of you babysit. Archer, follow me.” And so I did, not even

looking back as the men behind me hollered and yelled from behind their cold bars. I followed the
officer as she lead me through hallways surrounded by white concrete breaks and flickering overhead
lights. I felt like she was leading me through the depths of Alcatraz with how long I was walking.

After a few more minutes of walking, we finally exited into the main room where the four blond

chicks still sat, crying into their Michael Kors purses. I looked around and saw Nolan standing there,
a smile breaking across his face. My lips started to curl as well but then I was smacked with the
memory of what I had just learned and realized that although this man seemed great for all intents and
purposes, there was something underneath that I wasn’t fully aware of.

“Archer, you’re ok!” he said, rushing over me and taking me into his strong, muscular arms once

again. I couldn’t help but tense up a little at his embrace, even though all I really wanted to do was
melt back into his arms once again.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me, separating himself from me and examining me with those breath-

taking eyes of his.

“I don’t think we should talk about it here. Mind if we go outside?”
“Yeah, of course. My car’s parked right over there,” he said, leading me out of the chaotic

jailhouse. He opened the door to his car and closed it behind me as I sat down, slumping into the
smooth red leather seats. I put my head down into my hands and rested on the gleaming black
dashboard, wondering just how I was going to broach this topic. I didn’t whole-heartedly believe the
werewolf from the jail, after all he was just trying to kill me, but there was still a tickle of a doubt at
the back of my head. After tonight, I figured anything could happen.

“So what’s wrong?” Nolan asked, sitting down in the driver’s seat and looking over at me. His

eyes still found a way to glow even in the dim light provided from the moon outside. I just stared
back, my mouth trying to form words but unable to structure them into the right sentences.

“Why don’t we do this. We can go back to my place, you can shower, relax, go to sleep and then

when you wake up tomorrow we can talk about everything?”

I threw around the thought in my head. I could either go back home to a bloody crime scene or I

could go to Nolan’s who could potentially be a murdering rapist. But he had plenty of opportunities to
kill me already, and frankly I didn’t want to step anywhere near my house for a long while.

“Yeah, that sounds like a plan,” I said, leaning back into my seat and staring out at the imposing

prison.

“Wait! What about Oliver?!” I asked, suddenly realizing my cat was roaming the streets

somewhere.

“Don’t worry about that tubby little guy. I saw him wandering around outside your car and brought

him over to my place before I came to get you.”

“Oh, thank you! I thought you hated cats?”
“I do,” he responded, smirking and throwing his car into gear. I smiled back, finally finding some

relief and closing my eyes.

Whatever tomorrow brought, we would have to deal with it then.
For now, I just wanted a temporary moment of peace.

CHAPTER TWO

“Make yourself at home,” Nolan said as he unlocked the door to his penthouse apartment, revealing
an extravagant place with a breath-taking view of Los Angeles. I used to watch quite a bit of HGTV
and never, through the years of deciding whether to List it or Love it, had I seen a place that seemed
so perfect. It was as if everything was lifted straight off the pages of an interior design magazine.
From the immaculately polished hardwood floors to the winding spiral staircase that went up into the
bedrooms, it was a place made for luxury. I almost didn’t even want to step inside for fear of ruining
something or tracking in dirt from outside.

“This place is beautiful,” I said, as if it needed to be noted.
“Thanks, it was a hell of a place to close a deal on,” he said, walking over to the huge window and

opening the blinds wider. The view expanded from just the streets of Santa Monica and now
encompassed the Pacific ocean with the Santa Monica pier peaking out from a corner.

“Not as nice as the one I have in New York though.” He winked at me, walking through a hallway

and disappearing in what I assumed was the kitchen, but it could have been his theatre room for all I
knew.

“You’ll have to show it to me sometime,” I called to him from the living room. I couldn’t help but

laugh a bit at how completely changed my life had become. Here I was, standing in the middle of a
penthouse that probably cost more than what my whole life was valued at, and I was lusting over a
werewolf.

“We can take a trip next week, get away from all this crazy shit.” He walked back into the living

room, two delicate glasses of full-bodied red wine held in his strong hands. It seemed as though a
twitch would have shattered both glasses.

“I’d like that.” He handed one of the glasses over and raised his own.
He cocked his head, almost like he was admiring me. “To a new future and to stronger bonds.”
I smiled at him, enjoying the way his lips curled upwards, the light stubble growing in on his strong

jawline. “Cheers.” The glasses met with a clink as we both locked eyes, the oaky wine stinging in a
good way.

“That’s some good stuff,” I said, letting the taste fill me. I was never much of a wine guy, but there

was no hiding the fact that this was a quality wine.

“Thanks, had a client of mine give it to me. Pompous asshole wouldn’t stop mentioning how it was

imported straight from some famous vineyard in Italy.”

I took another sip. “Sounds like a real standup guy.”
“Yeah, he was. Well, until I decided to hire a different director.”
“That probably didn’t go down well,” I said, watching him as he turned and walked towards the

window. The way his ass filled out those basketball shorts almost had me salivating.

“It wasn’t the best conversation to have.”
I walked up next to him, looking out at the darkening city. The orange and yellow lights from the

street lamps mixed with the speeding white lights of the driving cars. Off in the distance, I could make
out the Santa Monica ferris wheel, spinning through the air until it came to closing time.

The back of my head suddenly thumped, reminding me again just how much my body had been put

through. Exhaustion was definitely creeping in on me as I took another sip of the wine. I didn’t want
to go to sleep; I felt like I had so much more to ask. Besides, who would want to go to sleep and miss
out on the incredible view standing next to the epitome of the male form.

And yet my eyelids felt heavier than ever.
“Getting tired, huh?” Nolan asked, probably noticing the glazed look that was falling over me.
“It’s been a pretty rough day.”
“Tell me about it.” He shook his head. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He took my glass of wine and set

both of them on a large glass coffee table, nodding his head over to the spiral staircase. I followed
him, running my hands along the smooth black railing as we climbed up the polished steps.

Once at the top, we found ourselves in another hallway. There were a few framed photos of Nolan

and his parents hanging off the walls, all of them at the beach. It was odd seeing Nolan like that. It
was almost as if I had forgotten all other facets of human life, as if Nolan was some mythical beast
just sent to rescue me from the doldrums of my own days. He was the superhero that breathed life into
my own. I guess I hadn’t pictured him growing up, wearing diapers and falling off bikes as a kid.

It was endearing.
“Mom bribed us all with a vacation to Disney just to get us in that photo,” Nolan said as we walked

by a frame holding a teenage Nolan with his parents, smiling as best they could on the steps of an old,
wooden pier.

“It was worth it. How was the trip afterward?” I asked as we reached his bedroom.
“We didn’t end up going,” Nolan said as he flicked on the lights, revealing a huge master bedroom

with an extremely comfortable looking bed smacked right in the center.

“Why not?” I asked, not thinking much of the question.
I could sense something shift in Nolan. It was apparent just in the way his breathing changed.

“Don’t worry about it.”

I just looked over at him, his eyes avoiding mine. “Ok,” I said, ending the subject and making my

way over to the bed. I sat back, almost melting into the mattress, and slipped off my shoes. Nolan,
still a little thrown off by whatever I had triggered, walked over to the bathroom and closed the door,
locking it shut.

That’s weird.
It didn’t take long for Nolan to come back out, a few water droplets falling off the tip of his stubbly

chin. He had taken off his shirt, the gym shorts hanging precariously off the muscles that lead straight
to his groin. He was an incredibly impressive sight, standing there with pride in all his power.

“You alright?” I asked, unsure whether he would mind if I just openly admired him.
“Yeah, sorry I just needed to throw some water on my face.” He threw his shirt to the side and

walked over to the bed, climbing in next to me.

“You worry me,” I said, being as blunt as possible,”you can’t give me more reasons to be scared.”
He shifted up in the bed so that he was looking straight at me. “Archer, I can’t begin to explain how

much your safety means to me.” His eyes bore through me. “If there’s one person on this earth that you
can trust,” his lips grazed mine, “it’s me.”

I returned the kiss, my hands coming up and running over the back of his head. I felt my walls

crumbling around us as we laid there, his muscular thigh shifting and resting in between mine as his
hands wrapped themselves around me. He pulled me in closer, my head resting in the crook of his

shoulder. He filled all my senses and I felt myself letting go of whatever that crazy werewolf had told
me in the jail cell. How could this man be lying to me? If he was a murderous sicko then my throat
should be ripped open by now. Instead, I was being spooned by one of the hottest men I had ever laid
eyes on, and he was saying that he was fully devoted to me.

Could anyone blame me for wanting to get lost in the moment?
“I’ve got you.” His hands ran down my back, pulling me in closer. His heat wrapped around the

both of us like a protective forcefield.

“Glad I’ve got you too,” I said into his neck.
It didn’t take much longer for my eyelids to finally give in and sleep compelled me into a dreamless

night.

Which was surprising because I now had fuel for some extremely fucked up nightmares.

CHAPTER THREE

The bright sun woke me up as it forced itself through Nolan’s drawn blinds. I rolled over and tried to
cover the aggressive light with a fluffy pillow, but the damage was done. I was already awake.

I rolled the other way and expected to bump into Nolan’s body, but I was surprised to reach over

and feel nothing except a very plush comforter. I rubbed away the heavy sleep from my eyes and
stepped off the bed, realizing I must have taken off most of my clothes in the night and fallen asleep in
just my tight red boxers.

I shuffled out of the bedroom and made my way down his spiral staircase, glancing over at the

clock and shocked to realize that it was already three in the afternoon. My body must have been so
starved for rest that it decided to shut down for more than twelve hours.

I couldn’t say I felt extremely rested, but I didn’t have that damn thumping pain in the back of my

head. My wrists were still pink from the rope and I was sure I had some sort of scab underneath my
messy black hair, but overall I seemed to be unscathed.

“Good afternoon,” Nolan said as he saw me come down the stairs. He was laying back on his

couch, feet up on the table with his iPad laid down to the side and nothing on except his own navy
blue boxer briefs.

It was something I didn’t mind waking up to at any time during the day.
“I would have kept sleeping too, you should have woken me up.”
“I tried earlier but you murmured something about apple pies and pushed me away.”
I felt myself get red. Ever since I was a kid, I had a tendency of sleep talking and saying the craziest

of things. One time, my mother swore I picked up a whole other language—Mandarin by her guess—
and went off in what sounded like the pledge of allegiance.

“Oh man, that was the only thing I said right?” I asked, fearing the answer as I walked over to him

and took a seat, our thighs brushing together. The effect his touch had on me was incredible. Even an
accidental bump sent my temperature skyrocketing.

“Not exactly, but I couldn’t really understand what was the second bit you went off on.”
I dropped my head. “Wow, that’s embarrassing.”
“It was actually cute,” Nolan said, glancing over at me, a smile spreading across his handsome

face. His hair was a little wild as well and yet he still looked like a model for Express. His hand
moved from the iPad to rest on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. I shifted forward a bit, wanting him to
run his hand higher. I found myself growing more excited by the fact that this man wasn’t a dream. He
was living and breathing and sitting right next to me.

He was also still a werewolf, so there was that bit I needed to come to terms with.
I suddenly wanted to bring up what I had learned in prison (fuck—prison. Who would have thought

I would learn anything in prison?), but his hand was massaging my tense muscles, giving them a much
needed release. I let my head fall back as he worked on my thigh, a blissful peace falling over the
both of us.

“You ok?” he asked. Honestly, I felt like the shock was stopping me from fully processing the

events that had happened. Also, there’s a shift that happens in your psyche when you find out

something you thought only existed in Harry Potter books could actually be your neighbor. It put things
into perspective and made it easier to get lost in the moment with Nolan. Even then, there were
seconds when images of Damien randomly flashed through my thoughts, stealing my breath for those
fleeting moments.

“I’m putting things back together now,” I said truthfully. It was going to take some time, but I felt

like Nolan was the beacon of light at the end of a stormy trip through the open sea.

“Meanwhile, you’re going to put me right back to sleep,” I said, losing myself in the now and

admiring the way his strong fingers worked my leg. He was definitely a man of many talents.

“I think I know of a way I can wake you up.”
I noticed the mischievous edge his tone had picked up. “Oh really?” I said, deciding to play along. I

didn’t even bother hiding the huge bulge I was beginning to form with desire.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure you don’t fall asleep for the rest of the day.” His hands grazed my hardening

cock. “Or the rest of the night either.”

I rolled my head back and smiled a devilish grin. A kiss was inevitable as he leaned in and we both

consumed each other, his hand stroking me through the fabric of my underwear.

As he was beginning to apply more pressure, the phone rang and clattered across the table.
“Just ignore it,” I moaned gently into his lips, but the look on Nolan’s face was telling me

something different.

“This could be important.” He leaned over and picked up the phone, the huge bulge in his boxers

being displayed proudly as he shifted on the couch. His hand didn’t stop its rhythmic stroking, my
own dick throbbing through my briefs, aching to be released.

“Hello?” he answered as I began to gyrate my hips slightly, letting him feel all of me.
“Matt? What’s wrong? Everything ok?” His tone grew worried in almost an instant. It wasn’t

exactly what I wanted to hear, especially not now with darkening spots of pre-cum seeping through
the front of my red briefs.

“Shit. Ok, I’ll be there now.”
He hung up and looked at me, worry still coloring his gaze. We were both clearly turned on and all

I wanted to do was have him throw me against the wall and ravage me, but I knew that our passion
needed to be postponed.

“Sorry, Archer.” He leaned in and kissed me. He broke from my lips and traveled to my neck,

biting at my sensitive flesh and sucking hungrily. A moan escaped from my closed mouth as he
continued to run his tongue over my flushed skin.

“I want you. I want to bury myself inside of you.” He broke the kiss and bit my lower lip.
“I want to take all of you,” I responded, lust coloring my sight.
“As soon as I get back, I’ll make sure to throw you straight on the floor and fuck you until we both

lose our grip on what’s real.”

I tilted my head a bit, disappointment on my features but excitement still boiling underneath. “Get

back? Where are you going?”

“That was Matt. They have someone that they think knows where Greyson is.” The importance of

the situation dawned on the both of us. Greyson Rake, the alpha of the Rake pack, was the man behind
the attacks and the one we needed to stop.

“I’ve been looking for him for years now, Archer. Not one person has been able to tell us where

that bastard is hiding. Even the connections we have in the police department haven’t been able to

give us any substantial information.” His hand slid down from my cock to hold the side of my thigh.

“And they think this guy may know where he’s hiding?”
He looked at me and nodded but chose not to say anything else. I couldn’t help but feel like there

was a bit of information he wasn’t exactly revealing.

“Where did you find this dude?” I asked, probing a little deeper. My erection was already

subsiding as my thoughts circled this new development. With Greyson out of the picture, I would be
able to live my life in peace and actually explore Nolan fully without always having to look over my
shoulder.

“Girl, actually. And I’m not one-hundred percent sure. Matt just told me to meet at our hide-out and

that he found the girl.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You guys have a hideout?”
“We’re only missing a batmobile.”
“Wolfmobile you mean?”
He chuckled, playfully slapping my thigh and getting up from the couch. “I’m going to get dressed,

you make yourself comfortable.” He began walking towards the stairs, his butt looking perfect in the
boxer-briefs.

“I’m going with you.” The words came out without any thoughts behind them. It was like an instinct,

something inside just bubbled over and made me realize that I was in this up to my knees. There was
no point in staying home and waiting for a vicious werewolf to burst through the door and try to kill
me.

Again.
“Funniest joke you’ve said this whole time,” Nolan said, not even looking back at me as he climbed

the stairs. I launched up from the couch and made my way up behind him.

“This isn’t a joke. You said it yourself, I’m better off being around you. Besides, you’ve claimed

me. If I’m about to be your boyfriend, then I kind of want to be included in things.”

He turned to me abruptly, stopping us both in the middle of the hallway.
“Archer, this isn’t up for discussion. You’re staying here.” His voice was commanding. He moved

closer to me, his chest strong and prominent. I could sense what he was trying to do, but I wasn’t
going to be subdued.

Not on this.
I stepped up to his challenge. I could see a flash of confusion as I shook my head; Nolan wasn’t

used to people saying no to him.

“I may not be a werewolf, but I can still help. I can fight off regular people and I can watch your

back.”

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t need you to watch my back.” He was almost growling. “I need you to

watch your own.”

I almost gave in then. I felt the urge to step back and relinquish whatever power I was trying to gain

a hold of. But something kept pushing me forward. Maybe it was the fear of suddenly losing Nolan
that outweighed the fear of facing more werewolves.

“I can see why you would think it’s a bad idea, but we’re partners now. This whole mess isn’t just

yours anymore.” I put my hands on his strong waist, pulling him into me, accepting his aggression as
our bodies pushed together. “This mess is ours now.”

He stayed there, quiet for what felt like years.

“Let’s do this then.” And with that, our lips met again.
“I’ve got you.” I said when the kiss was broken.
“Yeah, and I’ve got you. Now let’s put some clothes on.” He turned and started walking back to his

bedroom.

I didn’t know exactly what I had just gotten myself into, but I didn’t see any other option.
Fuck, this was going to be hard.
“How are we sure that she really knows where Greyson is hiding?” I asked, following him into the

bedroom as he rummaged through his closet and pulled out a dark pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.

“If Allison is who Matt think’s she is, then she most likely has had a lot of contact with Greyson.”
I walked over to the window, admiring the stunning view of the Hollywood sign from his bedroom.

“So who is she then?”

Nolan came to stand next to me, admiring the same view. “Allison is his daughter.”
“Shit.” I looked over at him, my eyes wide. “This just got even more complicated.”

CHAPTER FOUR

“So  this  is  your  secret  hiding  place?”  I  asked  as  we  stood  outside  of  the  decrepit  laundromat,  the
windows stained with age and cracked with what looked like gunshots. It felt like it took us forever to
just  get  here,  having  to  wind  through  the  confusing  streets  of  Downtown  Los  Angeles.  Most  streets
were  one-way  with  people  constantly  crossing  the  congested  crosswalks,  making  it  even  harder  to
navigate.

Thankfully, it was Nolan who drove us to their secret meeting spot seeing as I was absolutely

horrible with directions. I probably would have driven us all the way to San Francisco and back
before I figured out where Nolan was trying to tell me to go.

“Lisa, the manager, she’s one of us. It’s not very trafficked and she has a pretty big office.” He

clicked the locks to his car and led us over to the entrance. There was a bright red sign on the front
that read CLOSED, but Nolan knocked on the stained glass door anyway.

“So how do we know if she’s even going to tell us where he is?” I asked as we waited outside, the

bug-zapper above us frying a whole family of moths by the sound of it.

“Their relationship’s been rocky their whole lives, I’m hoping that she still has some sort of

animosity towards him. Something we can use for leverage.” He sounded as confident as he could,
but I couldn’t help and feel like this was a long-shot.

“Does she know why you want to find him?” I asked.
He just shook his head, acknowledging the fact that Allison probably wasn’t expecting just how far

Nolan needed to go so that we could stay safe. I stayed quiet then, still trying to process it all myself.
Part of me just couldn’t ponder on everything for too long because I felt myself crumbling under the
pressure, so I found myself dealing with things in pieces. Today, I faced the dirty reality of having to
find someone so that we could kill them. It was surreal on a level that I could never fathom describing
to someone unless they were in the same position. In an odd way, it made me feel even closer to
Nolan. Our relationship was moving extraordinarily fast and these moments were just propelling it
even faster.

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice the gaunt woman, probably in her mid-forties, walk

through the dirty laundromat and unlock the door.

“Nolan, it’s good to see you.” She bowed her head for far longer than I thought necessary. Then I

remembered I was standing next to the alpha. It must have been like meeting with the president.

“Good to see you too, Lisa.” His acknowledgement seemed to be all she needed to lift her head

back up and turn her attention to me. Her brows furrowed and I could see her nose twitch rapidly, as
if she were taking in a scent, one particle at a time.

“Hi, I’m Archer Hudson, nice to meet you,” I said, sticking out a hand and expecting a shake.

Instead, her eyes narrowed and her lithe body tensed.

“Don’t worry, Lisa, he poses no threat.” Nolan nodded almost imperceptibly, giving Lisa the

permission she needed to reach out a weary hand and return my shake. There still wasn’t a grin on her
sun-worn face.

“Who is he?” she asked, dropping my hand as if it suddenly caught fire.

Nolan looked at me and put one confident arm around my waist. “I claimed him.”
The words sounded even stronger now that they were said in front of someone else. It was

cementing everything in place and making it impossible for me to not trust Nolan. He was so upfront
about everything, why would I question his motives? Just because some crazy asshole in a jail cell
wants to talk shit? Sure, his words still pricked me at the back of my thoughts, but my trust was
growing much faster. It could have been because I always found it easy to trust others—it was a trait
that got me into trouble on occasion, especially in college where my friends didn’t have my best
intentions as their priority. It made it easy for people to walk over me if they did win that trust.

I just couldn’t see Nolan doing that to me.
She arched an eyebrow. “Really?” Lisa said, a little incredulous. It was the first time I even

considered the fact that these werewolves may never have had a gay member in their pack, much less
the alpha. Did everyone else already know that Nolan was gay or was this going to be another huge
hurdle to overcome? Whatever the case, Lisa overstepped her bounds with the comment. It was made
even more apparent by the way Nolan stayed quiet, his eyes boring holes through the other werewolf.

“Sorry, sir. I was surprised, that was all.” She bowed her head again, trying to smooth over the

situation.

“We have more important manners to get to. Where’s the girl?” he asked, his commander-in-chief

tone setting in. The bug zapper still buzzed above us as Lisa stepped back, allowing us into the
laundromat. The inside wasn’t any cleaner than I expected, the smell of fabric softener was the only
thing saving it from being more comparable to a trash dump. Most of the machines seemed like they
were out-of-service and the ten-year-old television that hung off the ceiling flickered on and off. Lisa
led us past the outdated machinery and walked us all the way to the back, where a formidable door
was sealed shut. It looked as though there were three deadbolts keeping the heavy piece of wood
locked.

“She’s in here,” Lisa said as she produced keys from her tattered khakis and unlocked the door.
The room inside looked like it belonged in a totally separate building. It was a huge office with two

large windows that had heavy black curtains drawn shut. There was even a flat-screen television in
the corner, aimed towards the large black desk that rested in the center. The air smelled musty and I
could immediately sense something was off. It wasn’t until I looked over at the other corner when I
saw her.

“Nolan, you fucking shithead,” the woman hissed through gritted teeth. She was held against the

wall with what seemed like silver restraints that were hanging off the ceiling. She gave a few unruly
thrashes but they didn’t budge, the metal only whining a bit at the top but still holding strong. There
was something like a haze over her, making it hard to focus my eyes directly on the prisoner.

“Cheap tricks, using silver to tie me up like this.” Her eyes were shooting out poisonous daggers.

“Fight me like a real wolf.”

“If I were to fight you, Allison, the outcome wouldn’t be very favorable.” He made his way to her,

power and confidence in his stride. His fists were balled up at his sides. “Not for you at least.”

“Why am I here, Nolan?” She stared straight ahead, avoiding direct eye contact with the imposing

Nolan, who was leaning on the table only a few feet away from the bruised up girl. I noticed her hair
was slick with grease and her shirt looked like it had been used consecutively for the past two weeks.

“You aren’t the one that’s asking the questions,” I heard another voice say. I hadn’t even noticed

Matt, who was sitting on a chair by one of the large windows. His auburn curls were also a mess, but

CHAPTER FIVE

Allison let out a subtle growl, her legs shaking underneath her. “Who’s to say I want accommodations
here? Maybe if you fucking assholes didn’t knock me out and kidnap me, I wouldn’t need to—”

“Enough,” Nolan growled, deep and throaty. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up, my

skin feeling prickly all of a sudden as my heart began to race. “I’m not here to play games with you.
My mate was almost murdered because of your father. Now, I need you to tell me exactly where he is
so that we can settle this face to face.” He stepped closer to her. “I’m sick of having to deal with
people that shouldn’t even have been involved in the first place.”

Allison still kept her head down but her voice was much quieter now. “When Greyson is involved,

the pack is involved.”

“It doesn’t mean throwing the lives of innocent people in front of his own.” Nolan put his hand

under her face and for a second my breath found itself stuck in my throat—the exact organ I thought I
was going to see on the floor. Instead of killing her in one swift move, Nolan drew her face upwards,
causing them both to lock eyes. From where I stood I could see how dilated Allison’s pupils were,
and only because they contrasted so much with the intense amber color that surrounded them.

“Where is your father?”
Allison stayed quiet, her jaw grinding down with the muscles twitching underneath her gaunt face.

The weird haze effect was gone now, most likely because she gave up on trying to shift. Nolan pushed
forward, her back firmly against the polished wall behind her. Even I could feel the immense power
that radiated off of Nolan in waves. I almost wanted to speak out on Allison’s behalf, that’s how big
the effect was.

But somehow, Allison resisted. Her lips stayed locked tight like a bear trap unyielding to its

thrashing victim. I was sure she wanted to say something, it was just pure survival instinct. Yet she
didn’t break.

“Listen to him,” Lisa hissed from the corner of the room, her back leaning against a large safe that

practically reached the ceiling. The moonlight was struggling to break through the drawn curtains,
making me realize for the first time how dim Lisa’s office was. They only had two lamps illuminating
the large space.

“Allison, if you don’t tell us where your father is then I’ll be forced to call the police.”
Her eyelids narrowed, her survival instincts pushing even harder. “What are they going to do?” she

asked. Her voice was still low but her chest was held a little higher.

“Put you behind bars for a very, very long time.” Nolan cracked his knuckles as he dropped his

hand from around her neck.

“For what? You shitheads are the ones that kidnapped me.” Her attitude was flaring again. The

room felt heavy, like the tension was seeping through all of our pores. Nolan was in the process of
walking towards the window but froze midway. It took him a few seconds to find some composure,
his back lifting with a deep breath and falling with a deeper exhale.

“Allison, can I ask you a question?” He didn’t wait for her answer. “Does the name Magnolia ring

a bell?”

A twitch suddenly developed in Allison’s forehead as the color drained from her face. Whatever

Nolan said, it struck a deep nerve. I shifted where I stood, looking over and seeing Lisa shift from her
corner and move to her desk. She pulled a silver key from her stained pocket and worked on a
jammed lock on the last drawer of her desk.

“Well, it looks like it does mean something to you.” Nolan turned and started walked to the desk.

Allison stared at his back, fear now registering on her features. The chains whined some more as her
wrists began to shake.

“You don’t know shit,” she said, her voice getting louder now. She was still shaky with fear,

making her words fall flat and sound like she didn’t have an ounce of confidence.

“Oh, we know more than enough.” Lisa finally got the drawer open and pulled out a huge manilla

envelope that looked to be like it was stuffed to the brim. Tape shined on the edges as they tried to
keep the envelope from busting. Nolan grabbed the bottom and dumped the contents unceremoniously
onto Lisa’s desk. In the pile were a ton of papers, what looked like a DVD, and some pictures that I
couldn’t really make out the details of.

“What is all that?”
“This, Ms. Rake, is what’s going to get you into prison if you don’t tell me where your father is

hiding.” Nolan was dangerous. It was clear who had the upper-hand, that was obvious from the
beginning, but now there was something else.

Maybe it was the danger, maybe it was the power, but something made the place feel like it was on

fire.

CHAPTER SIX

A tear slid down Allison’s cheek, the dim orange light from a nearby lamp lighting it’s way down to
the floor. She must have seen that the aggressive tactic wasn’t going to win and neither was the less
dominant route, so what was left but tears? Nolan didn’t seem to phased by the late display of
emotions. He just cocked his head and waited for her answer.

“You can’t do that.” She took a moment to breathe through the threat of more tears. “I have a two

year old, don’t take her mother away from her.”

Fuck.
Nolan’s head snapped a bit, surprised by the news. I just watched, unable to move an inch from

where I stood. “Shit,” I heard Matt hiss under his breath. He wasn’t standing far from me, his muscles
tense with the threat of an approaching confrontation. Nolan didn’t immediately react to the bombshell
news. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I couldn’t imagine him just letting her go either. She
was the closest that Nolan’s been to finding Greyson, there was no way he would let that lead fall out
of his hands like that. And yet, part of me didn’t want to see Nolan as a heartless monster. Well—all
of me didn’t want to see Nolan as a heartless monster.

“Please,” Allison said, sending another twist with her emotional dagger.
“Allison,” he finally broke his silence. “I will make sure your daughter gets taken care of, I give

you my bond on that.” I heard a sharp intake of breath come from Lisa, who was standing with her
arms crossed behind her desk. “But I can’t make the same bond about your safety if you stay quiet.”
The threat was clear and it formed beads of dewy sweat at the tip of my hairline.

“You gave me your bond on my daughter’s safety, correct?” Her eyes suddenly seemed a little

brighter. It was clear that the wheels were spinning underneath her otherwise defeated face.

“Yes,” Nolan replied. His answer was quick, but the way his shoulder flexed underneath his tight

black shirt made it seem like there was something bothering him. As if he realized that there was a
piece to this puzzle he had missed.

“Then I must ask you, on your bond, to do me this favor.”
Matt was the first one to speak. “Favor?” He stepped forward, his head shaking in astonishment.

“You’re asking the alpha of the biggest pack in Los Angeles for a favor?”

“Matt, calm down.” Nolan stuck a strong arm out, his muscular bicep stretching the dark fabric

around him. “What’s the favor?”

“Are you seriously going to bargain with her?” Matt asked, his eyes trained in on Allison. She had

a small smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. She knew she had the upper hand.

“Let the girl talk.” It was Lisa who spoke. She had been quiet for most of the meeting. Now she was

leaning on her table like she was about to leap over it and rip Allison to shreds. She must have been
trying so hard to restrain herself from killing the only link we had to Greyson.

Killing someone. Holy shit.
It was at that moment when I realized I was surrounded by people who weren’t exactly opposed to

ending someone's life. Suddenly my thighs felt like jello underneath me. Thankfully, just next to me
there was a small table with a few magazines laid out. I leaned against it, thankful that no one was

really paying attention to me. The last thing I wanted to do was broadcast the fear that was coursing
through me.

“My daughter is in danger and you might be the only one who can do anything about it.” I watched

as Lisa shook her head, her shoulders slumping in defeat. They may have had a primal werewolf deep
inside of them, but I would hope they also still had their humanity. If what Allison said was true, then
there was no way Nolan could turn a blind eye without having that moment haunt him for the rest of
his life.

The moment he refused to save a little girl’s life.
But, then again I was still an outsider. As much as I felt for Nolan, there was also a lot I didn’t

know. I sure as fuck didn’t know much about how werewolves thought, what their desires and
motives were. Nolan may not be opposed to focusing on Greyson and nothing else. It was what would
keep us both safe after all. Going on a rescue mission may just endanger that goal and end up costing
the both of us.

There was no clear black and white choice, but something in me knew what Nolan needed to do. It

was the choice that would only make me fall harder for this guy than I had fallen for anyone else. I
stood there, flexing my shoulders back as I watched Nolan from behind. If Lisa’s office had been
filled with fifty other people, just milling about, Nolan would still be instantly recognizable. Just the
way he stood, his legs separate and strong with his back straight up, the muscular shoulders making
impressive outlines through his shirt.

He could draw anyone’s attention in seconds.
And yet, no matter how incredibly fucking hot this man was, I couldn’t fully understand the inner-

workings in his head. It was the part that interested me the most. Sure, he had an incredible body with
an incredible package, but I could have found that at some club in West Hollywood. What made him
more than a one-night stand—aside from the fact that he was now my new boss—was the chemical
fire we created between us, and I attributed a lot of that to his mind. Just the air of dominance he
carried around himself and the waves of confidence that he gave off. It was really fucking attractive.

Allison twisted her wrist a bit, the chains screeching in protest. It threw me back into the moment.

The ball was now sitting firmly in Nolan’s court, and he was taking his time picking it up.

He let out a breath. “What do you need me to do?”

CHAPTER SEVEN

I let myself swallow again, the anticipation fading back into just general fear. I didn’t know what
Nolan was going to say, but truthfully I wanted him to keep his word and protect the girl. Allison was
clearly hoping for the same outcome, her eyes wide with hope now. The power in the room didn’t
shift completely to her, but there was a change and it was certainly palpable. Matt just dropped his
head and stepped back into his corner muttering something else under his breath.

“There’s someone out there who wants to hurt us.” Her head was held high and her tone was

picking up the strength it had before Nolan exerted his dominance on the situation. “You may have
heard of him. He hunts down in San Diego… his name is Siefer.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Linda’s outburst took me by surprise.
“Who’s Siefer?” I asked, the question coming out unguarded. It was the first time I spoke since this

whole ordeal started. Suddenly, the attention was all turned to me, as though everyone just
remembered that there was a lowly human just standing around. I involuntarily took a step back, my
mouth going dry.

“Siefer is a lone wolf,” Matt answered. “One of the most dangerous kinds of werewolves.”
Lisa walked around her desk and faced me, her scarred hand running through her tangled auburn

hair. She could have made for a pretty woman with fine features and a homey attitude if she had
cleaned up a bit, but I figured werewolves weren’t into the whole homey vibe sort of thing. “He’s not
bound by pack law or morals, he operates on his own code and answers to no one else except his
own desires. Anyone with that much power and that little regulation is going to be lethal.”

My hands grew clammy at the thought of such a dangerous force.
“How are you involved with him?” Nolan asked, focusing back on Allison. Her eyes darted from

me to Nolan and back to me, her brows coming together as though she was putting together an
elaborate puzzle.

“He’s my ex-boyfriend,” she replied, her gaze settling on Nolan.
“Well, that’s pretty fucked up.” Matt decided to add his side commentary again.
“No shit,” Allison snapped back. She focused back on Nolan, who seemed like he was ready to

take her outside and fight her like a real werewolf. This was getting way more complicated than I
could have even imagined.

Nolan walked over to Lisa’s desk and pulled a chair out, sitting down and entwining his fingers in a

strong fist that went up and covered his mouth.

“He thinks I was cheating on him,” Allison added as she watched Nolan think over the whole

situation. “Now he wants revenge and he’s doing it through my daughter. He’s sending me messages,
saying that he’s coming for her. He keeps mentioning how I’ll never see her again but that I wouldn’t
care because my heart was already dead.” I watched as Allison spoke. I could tell she was trying to
suppress the fear. Even in the dim lighting, I could see her lower lip quiver with her words.
Surprisingly though, she was able to keep it calm and avoid breaking out into uncontrollable tears.

“Please.” She said it with a finality to it, as though she knew that no more pleas were needed. She

had Nolan where she wanted and she also was growing much more certain on the safety of her

daughter. I couldn’t hate her for wanted her daughter safe, but I strongly disliked her for putting Nolan
in this position.

“Do you know when he was planning on coming up to my territory?” His fingers came loose, one

hand running through his hair.

“I didn’t hear it from him, but one of my contacts down there said she had gotten word that he was

planning on leaving two days from now.”

Nolan exhaled another deep breath. “Then we’ll leave tonight, stop him before he gets close.”
“Stop him how?” I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I felt like the longer I was standing in that room,

the more I felt as though I was one of them. Of course, reality struck my right across the face when I
realized what their silence meant. None of them wanted to answer me because none of them wanted to
say it out loud. Not to me at least. As much as I would like to believe I was in on this wolf club, they
were all well aware that I wasn’t. No one was really sure if I was equipped to handle what we
needed to do.

It was Allison who broke the silence. “You have to kill him.” Nolan shifted in the creaky chair, the

wood straining underneath his weight. I could feel him watching me, trying to decipher me. I was still
trying to process the fact that we had to go after Greyson and now we needed to stop someone else
before they hurt an innocent girl. For a second, I felt my head go light but I shook it off and found my
composure.

“Then we’ll do it.” I may have been overstepping my bounds by including myself in the situation,

but if Nolan was really my mate—in every sense of the word—then he couldn’t be upset for me
wanting to be there.

It was the only option we had.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The wind whipped in from the pacific coast as Nolan sped down the freeway. My hand rested on his
thigh, giving it a few reassuring pumps as he drove as fast as he could without attracting too much
attention.

“You don’t have to come. I can still turn around and drop you off. Lisa will keep you safe,” Nolan

said over the loud wind.

I shook my head, looking out towards the blur of the dark ocean lit up by a bright moon. “I’m knee-

deep in this, Nolan. Besides, I’m not going to let you have all the fun,” I said, trying to lighten up the
mood a bit. “Although, I have to admit, this is much different than the fun I was used to having with
some weed and a PlayStation 3.”

“We’ll play a round of Call of Duty tomorrow then.” He looked over at me and smiled, his stubbled

cheeks coming up to those breath-taking eyes of his. He rolled up the window, encasing the both of us
in an almost eerie quiet.

“I feel really good about you, Archer.” His voice was so captivating I almost didn’t register what

he said. “My mom always tried describing to me the moment she met my father. The closest she got
was describing it like a volcano erupting inside of you, heat radiating from every pore, desire
flooding in and over you.” He let out a quick breath and shook his head. “And that isn’t even close to
what I felt when I realized what you were to me. Everything that you meant.”

Words were lost to me. I couldn’t fully comprehend what he was describing, but I could process a

piece of it, and I knew I was falling really hard for him too. Werewolves were just on a different
emotional plane when it came to relationships and yet I still felt myself falling harder and faster for
Nolan than with anyone else I had ever dated. There was definitely something almost chemical about
the way we clicked.

“I couldn’t imagine my world being turned upside down by a better guy,” I said, looking over at

him. The moonlight reflected off the hood of his Bentley as the hum of the engine filled the quiet
between us.

“How are you feeling about everything?”
I didn’t say anything for a bit, mulling the thought over. “I’m still not sure, but I do know that things

are starting to get clearer. I mean, I was a little scared back there. I didn’t really know what you were
planning on doing.”

He nodded. “The fear is definitely justified. Like you said, things are getting clearer for you. With

that, you’ll understand what my intentions are and know that you’ll be the priority.”

Having this perfect man say I was his priority made my blood pump faster.
“Things will be getting dirty, Archer. If I want to keep you safe, then I’m faced with some really

difficult decisions,” he said, reminding me about what were we driving to go do.

“So we are going to have to… kill this guy?” Saying it out loud made my stomach lurch. I was the

type of guy that had no problem killing a fly or a really big spider, but I wasn’t going to go hunting for
deer either. And now we were supposed to go after another person.

“I’m going to try to get his bond first,” he said nonchalantly.

“Wait, wait. Is this going to turn into some crazy threesome?” I asked, still confused by the whole

bond concept.

“Only if you want,” he said mischievously. “But no, not this one. In werewolf society, someone’s

bond is pretty much like the world’s strongest pinky promise. Instinctively, we can’t break a verbal
bond we made with another were. The bond becomes even stronger when there’s a witness, which is
where you’ll come in.”

“So I’ll be the notary for your little pseudo-matrimony.”
“Yeah… you’ll be that.” He grinned, revving the engine as we swerved around a slow mini-van

carrying a huge mattress tied onto its roof.

“And then if he doesn’t give you his bond about staying away from Allison?”
His silence was the answer I needed.
I decided the topic needed to be buried for now, so I did what I usually do in slightly awkward

situations: ask questions from complete left-field. “So what do you like to do for fun?”

“Huh?” Nolan replied, glancing over at me and laughing when he realized I was serious. “Really?”

I nodded. “Alright, well… I’ve gotta say, my favorite past time is going to the Egyptian theatre down
in Hollywood and watching all the older, classic films. Also, great segway.”

“That actually sounds like a really fun time,” I said.
“It is. It’s like walking into a time capsule. Sitting there and watching a film that was made so long

ago is like taking a little piece of history and just laying it out for everyone to see. Just in the way they
worked and how everything was shot, it’s mind-blowing sometimes.”

I reached over and started running my hand over the back of his head. “I guess I took you for the

Fast and Furious type, not the Prince of Arabia type.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I like my fast, mindless action films too. Sometimes it’s just nice to switch

things up.” He rolled his head back a bit, letting my hand climb higher and tangle itself in his hair. It
felt really good, just driving through the dark night with Nolan next to me. It was late so there weren’t
that many cars on the road, making things feel private.

Intimate almost.
“Aside from old films, I really love it when a hot young stud gives me a head massage.”
I gave him a side-glance, smirking at him. “Oh really? Well, lucky for you, this hot young stud likes

giving massages to hot, powerful werewolves.”

“What else do you like giving to this said werewolf?” he asked teasingly. I let my hand fall onto the

back of his neck. I could almost feel his temperature rising underneath my touch, our skin meeting and
creating sparks of desire. I pumped my thighs together, a familiar yearning radiating out from my
center.

“Whatever this said werewolf wants me to do, I’d be happy doing.”
“Oh really?” he asked. His hand moved from the gear-shifter and came to rest on my upper thigh,

dangerously close to my growing erection. I looked down and could already see the outline of my
excitement through the fabric of my light jeans. Nolan must have noticed too as he moved his hand up
and over my cock, causing it to pulse under his touch.

“I think I may have a few ideas for what you can do.” As he spoke, he expertly unzipped my jeans. I

shifted in the seat, allowing him more access as he reached in and unleashed my throbbing cock, a
drop of precum wetting the tip.

His strong grip wrapped around my width and started stroking, causing me to drop my head back

and close my eyes The hum of the engine was now interspersed with small moans escaping from my
open lips.

“Fuck, you’re making me so hard.” I looked over and noticed that Nolan’s thick dick was also

pressing up against his jeans, just aching for a release. The moment had escalated quickly and I found
myself wanting to lose myself with Nolan. I needed to feel his muscular, sweaty body on my own.

Thankfully, Nolan seemed to have the same desire as he slowed the car down and pulled off to the

side.

“Siefer isn’t going anywhere until tomorrow,” Nolan said, leaning over and consuming my mouth

with his. Our tongues met and danced passionately as he still kept up with his rhythmic stroking. I
pressed my hips upward, allowing my rock-hard cock to stick up higher, inviting his soft lips to wrap
around the tip. Nolan picked up on my need and broke from our kiss, dropping his head and sucking
greedily. His warm mouth was everything I needed as I sat there, his sweet saliva dripping down my
shaft.

“Come outside,” he said. He didn’t wait for an objection. Instead, he unzipped his pants and

dropped them down to his ankles. Nolan’s huge, veiny cock sprung free from his Armani boxer-briefs,
the light trail of auburn hair leading down from his bellybutton and stopping above the sexy patch that
made my mouth water. He stepped out of the car and waited for me, the moonlight casting a white
glow on his perfect figure.

I walked out too, just now realizing that there were still some cars driving by us. It was dark out,

but I could still see Nolan pretty well and I knew that a passersby could probably do the same.

It made me even hornier.
I walked around his car, my cock standing upright as I kissed Nolan again. Our bodies pushed

together, the warmth of both of our erections spreading through us. I could feel the head of his dick on
mine, a feeling of pure bliss.

His hands dropped from my upper back down to my ass, cupping it and pushing me even harder

onto him.

“I want to be inside of you. I want to stretch you with my cock, Archer. Let me take you right here.”

His voice was deep with desire. From out on the road, one loud honk permeated the air. I jumped at
first, worried it was a police officer, but the threat passed as the driver kept going.

“Let’s put on a show,” I said, sucking on his neck.
“Bend over.” With a force that turned me on even more, Nolan flipped me around and bent me

down onto the hood of his car. “Fuck, you are the sexiest man I’ve seen,” he said as he spread my ass
apart and played with my balls. He slid his rod against my entrance. I had the urge to push back,
enveloping him inside of me in one swift move, but I restrained myself.

I heard him spit, wetting his cock and pressing harder at my hole. I reached down and stroked

myself as he applied more pressure, stretching me open as he began entering me.

“Oh god, Nolan. Fuck that feels so good,” I said, the heat from my breath fogging up the perfect

paint job on his Bentley. The muscles inside me eased to accommodate Nolan’s huge size. I heard the
whiz of racing cars passing by us, their headlights casting a quick spot of light just feet away from the
Bentley. This was absolutely crazy and I was so turned on by that, my cock was almost painfully hard
at this point.

“Are you ready for me?”
I just nodded with a small moan as he buried himself inside of me.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I said, my head still down on the hood of his car. I put both hands on the car

as Nolan reached down and grabbed my dick. His thrusts were slow at first, letting me get
accustomed to his size. But it wasn’t long until I started pushing back harder. His thickness was
fucking me hard as he rammed into me, the sound of our sex slapping through the air.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled into my ear, biting at the top and sending a shiver of pleasure

down to my imminent explosion. He kept pounding into me and all I could do was moan. The feeling
of this man filling me was almost too much for me to handle. I could feel my thighs tremble with
ecstasy as they threatened to give out underneath me.

“That feels so good,” I said through heavy breaths of passion. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
Hearing this must have set an even stronger fire inside of Nolan as he picked up his pace. I wasn’t

sure if it was the werewolf in him or the fact that we were fucking out under the moonlight, but the
pure prickliness of it sent me straight of the edge. I bit onto my forearm as my cock pulsed over and
over again, shooting out ropes of cum. Nolan let go of my still throbbing dick and pulled out, grunting
loudly as his sticky load hit my lower back.

“Fuck, Archer.” He was breathless as he stepped back from me. I pushed off the car and used it to

lean against, my legs still shaking from the orgasmic earthquake that rocked my body just moments
before. The moonlight cast a beautiful glow on Nolan, his pants nowhere in sight. His strong thighs
led up to his cock—still hard and shining wet with his seed.

Once again, I was left speechless.
I did know one thing though—if Siefer did end up getting the upper-hand, I could now die happy.

CHAPTER NINE

The sun was just breaking the horizon as we began to drive through the Gaslamp Quarter—a beautiful
area in San Diego that always held a special place in my heart. I looked out at the little shops with the
brownstone buildings, some painted white, others classic red. The gas lamps lit the way, making it
obvious where the name for this place came from.

“And that’s how I ended up with that nickname.”
Suddenly I snapped back to the present, falling out of my memories and realizing that I hadn’t really

paid much attention to Nolan’s story. Apparently he was called the Nutcracker as a kid but I definitely
missed out on why.

“Sorry, Nutcracker. I just got lost in some thoughts when we passed that little ice cream shop,” I

said, being honest with him.

“You’ve been here?”
“Yeah, my family used to come down here every summer. We’d spend some time here and then go

to the beach. I always wanted to learn how to surf, but I never really got good at it until I was already
in college and then I just barely had time.” I lowered the radio, turning Madonna into a nice
background for the conversation.

“It was also the place I came out to my family.”
Nolan looked at me as we rolled to a stop underneath a red light. “Really? How did your family

take the news?”

I remembered the moment like it was yesterday, although sometimes I wish I could blur out certain

details. “Not everyone was too happy about it.” Flashes of my father turning a bright red—whether
from embarrassment or anger, I couldn’t tell. I remembered the way his knuckles suddenly turned
paper white as they wrapped tightly around the spoon. How he didn’t say anything until we got back
to the hotel that night, “You’re a disappointment. Those were the words he used. My mom cried pretty
much the whole night and for the rest of the weekend. She came around though. Once my parents got a
divorce.”

Nolan shook his head, reaching out and placing a comforting hand on my leg.
“Still haven’t talked to my father but he’s the one that shunned me. I’ve made my peace with it.” I

looked out at the orange glow falling on the shop windows. My throat felt sticky with emotion, like it
was ready to crack and release small, almost residual cries. I was telling Nolan the truth, I had made
peace with my father’s abandonment—for the most part.

“I’m sorry, but you’re clearly better than your father can ever be. Walking away because your son

just happens to love other men is the sign of true cowardice. It sound’s like your mom loves you and
that’s one hero you can count on.”

I nodded. “She definitely does. Well... maybe not so much after I told her I was putting dental

school on hold to try and make it in Hollywood. But she’s even getting over that too.” I put a hand
over Nolan’s. “Wait until you meet her, she’s going to love you. And you’ll probably never stop eating
either. Literally, say goodbye to both of our abs because she’s going to stuff us with so much food.”

Nolan chuckled, his thumb making circles on my thigh. “She sounds incredible.”

“She is and her cooking is great. Don’t even mention gluten-free or she’ll slap you over the head

with one of her homemade french breads.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Nolan said, smiling over at me. “You would have loved my mom too. She

was the kindest woman that could have walked this earth.”

I wanted to ask what happened, but I felt like that would pry too deeply. Nolan didn’t seem like he

wanted to talk anymore about it either as he returned his focus on the road. The GPS on my phone
reminding us that we were only three minutes away from our destination. Allison was able to give us
the address to the place Siefer stayed—”a worn down apartment complex with more cockroaches
than tenants,” she had said.

“This is it,” Nolan said, pulling up to the front. Allison wasn’t joking, the tacky light-blue paint job

was chipping off the paneling that surrounded a broken doorway framing a cracked glass entrance. A
baby’s shrill cry broke through the dawn’s quiet grogginess—everyone still climbing out of bed and
getting ready for whatever mundane day was ahead of them.

“Are we just gonna burst in there?” I asked, looking out at the empty streets. “SWAT style?”
“Well, I was going to knock first.”
“Makes sense,” I said, smiling a bit as he pulled into a parking spot. His car stood out like an

extremely sore thumb parked next to two sun-stained Toyotas.

“Seriously though. I need you to stay pretty much behind me for most of it. Don’t say anything you

think either of us will regret and if things do escalate, please run the fuck out of there.” He brought a
hand to my face and made me look him in the eyes.

“I will,” I said.
“Good.” He brought me in for a passionate and unexpected kiss. “Let’s get this fucking asshole.”
Thankfully there wasn’t any security to get through. We swung the broken glass door open and

stepped inside, the humid smell of mold smacking us in the face. There was carpet—at least, it was
carpet at one point—that was now hardened to a practically cement walkway, various stains painting
abstract pictures to guide crack-addicts back home. I felt grimy just breathing the air in there.

“Stay close,” Nolan said, walking up some very creaky stairs and leading us into a dimly lit

hallway. To our right was 201, the apartment Allison told us about.

Nolan looked at me, his expression asking if I was ready. I nodded my head and took in a deep

breath as the first knocks filled the air. At first, nothing happened. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting,
but I thought Siefer would at least be home. Now, it looked like no one was inside.

Nolan knocked again—harder this time.
And still nothing.
“Shit, you don’t think he left already do you?” I asked, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt for taking

the time to have the best sex of my life.

“No. His scent is too fresh in here.” I had forgotten Nolan’s senses were much more refined than

mine. All I could smell was the stench of old, crusty socks. He could probably smell everything from
Siefer’s scent to the lost hopes and dreams of all these people.

Suddenly, a lock clicked, but it was from behind us. We both whipped around.
“What are you two doing?” asked an older gentleman, his skin red with agitated sores that looked

like they had been freshly picked at. His eyes were droopy and pink and struggling to find focus.

“We’re looking for a man who lives here. Siefer.”
At the mention of his name, the man’s eyes opened wider than I thought possible and the door was

quickly slammed shut on our faces. The lock clicked immediately after, along with what sounded like
a deadbolt.

“What do you need from me?”
A voice dripping with aggression made me practically jump out of my skin. I was able to keep my

composure though as we turned back to apartment 201—now with a man standing in the doorway. He
had on a plain white-t and a pair of dirty jeans. I couldn’t help but be a little taken aback by… well,
by how attractive this guy looked. He had curly, messy hair and an angular face that would have made
for a good runway model. Don’t get me wrong, Nolan was still by far superior and also wasn’t a
menacing maniac. But I guess I had been expecting to find a whittled up drug-addict living in these
scummy walls.

“Siefer. I’m Nol—”
“I know who you are.”
Nolan kept his composure, although I couldn’t imagine that was easy with his alpha instincts telling

him to push Siefer into submission.

“Good, we can skip introductions,” I said, surprising myself a bit. I just knew I needed to come off

strong from the start. If Siefer so much as sniffed a hint of weakness from me then I would be done.
“Let us come inside, we have something we need to talk about.”

Siefer cocked his head at me, trying to piece me together.
“Come in,” he said, stepping back and not taking his eyes off either of us.
We both stepped forward and entered Siefer’s apartment—his territory.
I couldn’t help but feel like we were suddenly giving him the advantage.

CHAPTER TEN

The inside of his apartment pretty much stayed in line with my expectations. It was dirty, the
wallpaper peeling off in certain parts and the couch stained with what I hoped was the dull red of
wine. It smelled in here too, like someone hadn’t washed their hair in months and just took off their
cap. It was musky and dirty and I was immediately on edge.

“What brings you down here, Nolan?” he asked, keeping his attention focused on Nolan, who stood

with his strong arms crossed. I couldn’t tell if he was just as disgusted by our surroundings as I was,
but I had to assume so.

“Allison.” The name immediately struck a nerve in Siefer, his left eye twitching rapidly. It was like

he had just stuck a finger into an electrical plug. I noticed his fingers curl inwards and then stretch out,
like the bones themselves were trying to break free. Something was practically boiling him from the
inside out.

“Get out.” His words came suddenly. “Get the fuck out.” His voice wasn’t raised, which made it

sound all the more dangerous.

“Siefer, don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Nolan’s voice had a different quality to it now. It was

more powerful than before, as if there was an imaginary hand forcing his commands to be acted out.
Even Siefer, a lone werewolf, seemed to be somehow affected by him.

There was a reason why he was one of the most powerful men in Hollywood.
“What’s between me and Allison stays between us. No one else needs to get involved.”
“Unfortunately,” Nolan stepped forward, looking around at the apartment with a morbid curiosity,

“we do need to get involved. She tells us that you want to take things out on her daughter.” Nolan
stopped just a few feet from Siefer, who was now standing with his back against a grimy window
looking out to the roof of a neighboring drugstore.

“Like I said, things between us stay between us.” It was Siefer’s turn to step forward, his arms

falling down to his side. I could see his fingers were no longer human. Instead, they were long and
furred with coarse grey fur. They ended in menacing claws that looked like they could shred through a
tree trunk.

“Nolan, be careful,” I said. My eyes were drawn to a cracked lamp sitting on a side table that lit up

the room. I stepped up next to Nolan, my hand brushing against the dark black side table.

“Yeah, Nolan. Be careful, your pussy-ass bottom is warning you himself.”
I balled a fist. This was going to come down to a fight, I could feel it.
“This shit talking isn’t going to get you anywhere, Siefer. I’m going to make this quick. You give me

your bond, you stay out of my territory. In return I spare you your life.”

It was the first time I heard the venom in Nolan’s voice. He was giving off the same pure,

instinctual aggression that I saw whenever I watched a documentary on wolves.

Siefer stood there, his head tilting to the side. It seemed like he was considering what Nolan had to

offer.

“I just see one problem with that,” he said, pushing off the window. “It means answering to you. I

answer to no one.” And then it erupted. The tension in the room had reached its boiling point as Siefer

lunged towards Nolan, his dangerously sharp claws aimed straight at his neck. Nolan was quicker
though, stepping to the side at just the right moment. This allowed him to swing his arm down and
lock onto Siefer’s neck, swinging him back around and throwing him to the ground with a hard thump.
If it were anyone else, the air would have been knocked out of them for hours. Siefer wasn’t anyone
else though, he didn’t seem phased by the fall as he pushed his legs up and kicked out, hitting Nolan
straight in the gut.

“Shit,” I said, grabbing onto the lamp and running over. I was just about to bring the lamp down on

the back of his head when he twisted around and grabbed my ankle, knocking me flat on my ass.

“You’ve got your pathetic human fighting for you now?” Siefer asked dangerously as he pushed

himself back onto his feet. Nolan was standing now too, breathing through the pain in his stomach. I
noticed his own hands had shifted as well.

“Archer, get out.” Nolan’s power was exerting itself again. I felt the sudden urge to get up and run. I

needed to listen to him. But something was stronger. Maybe it was because we were mates that I was
able to overcome his willpower, but I knew my place was here. So I pushed myself up, but instead of
running for it, I came up with a jab that connected straight with Siefer’s lower jaw. I heard it crack
under the force as his head snapped back and he dropped to the ground like a rock.

“Holy shit… that was good.” Nolan said, nodding with respect as he pulled me over to his side.

Siefer still wasn’t completely out and his werewolf healing was going to kick in, but it still gave
Nolan a window of opportunity. He lunged down and straddled Siefer to the ground, his knees pinning
down both of Siefer’s arms. Both of Nolan’s clawed hands enveloped Siefer’s throat and for a second
I wanted to look away. I didn’t want to see Nolan do it. I thought I was ready for it, but being in the
room and standing only feet away from someone—knowing that their lives are about to be ended—it
was just surreal.

But to my surprise, Nolan didn’t immediately tear out Siefer’s aorta.
“Do it,” Siefer croaked through his constricted airways.
“I’ll give you one last chance, Siefer.” I was a little shocked, but also a little relieved at what

Nolan was saying. It made me realize that a part of me was still scared of what Nolan needed to do.

“Give me your bond and I’ll leave this place without any blood being spilled.” I could see the glint

of something in Siefer’s expression. Like he was considering taking the bait. Nolan squeezed a little
harder now, drops of red crimson forming at the tips of his jagged claws. I could see a dark purple
vein pulse under his grip, struggling through the closing passageway of blood. The shrill baby was
quiet now, replaced by the screech of a cat just outside.

“Your bond for your life.” Nolan emphasized ‘life’ and squeezed one last time. I knew there would

be no more bargaining now.

“Fine,” Siefer wheezed. Nolan eased his grip a little, allowing Siefer to speak more freely. “I give

you my bond. I won’t go into your territory.” His bloodshot eyes were not straying from Nolan’s,
cementing the link between them. It looked like Siefer’s thirst for life outweighed his aversion to an
alpha’s command.

“With Archer as a witness, you will not hurt that little girl.” Nolan eased up now.
“I will not touch Ashley.” And with that, Nolan let go of his neck and stood up, towering above

him. He stepped back, bumping into me and instinctively putting an arm around my lower back. Siefer
noticed this and his expression went cold again, but he didn’t dare act on anything. He must have
realized how overpowered he was.

“Is there anything else you need?” Siefer said. I noticed his eyes were avoiding Nolan more than

focusing on him.

“Let’s go,” Nolan said, turning to me and ignoring Siefer. I wasn’t sure how smart it was to give

Siefer my back, but I noticed Nolan didn’t worry about it too much as he nudged me around and lead
us back into the hallway. Almost as soon as we stepped out onto the hard carpet, the door slammed
shut behind us with a growl shortly following.

“That went better than expected,” I said as we made our way down the stairs, the white light

flickering like it was in tune with our steps.

“I knew he was going to come around. As dangerous as lone wolves are, most of them will still do

anything to preserve their own lives. It’s the reason they survive for so long on their own, without any
structure or support.”

I looked over at him as we stepped out into the morning light. A woman was walking down the

street with a poodle that looked like it needed a trip to the groomers. The dog stopped just feet away
from Nolan and growled. “Oh, I’m sorry, he never usually does this,” the woman said as she picked
up her dog and carried him away.

“I say we rent a hotel and spend a day relaxing?”
Nolan’s suggestion sounded like the best answer possible in response to the last few days. “I would

have to be crazy to say no.”

“Let’s go. I’m pretty sure I can get the penthouse at the Omni.”
Of course he could get the penthouse floor of one of the hottest and most expensive hotels in San

Diego. This was becoming almost too good to be true.

A part of me was still expecting the floor to rip open underneath me.
But for now, things were ok. I was going to spend the day with my incredibly hot boyfriend in one

of  the  most  luxurious  hotels  I  had  ever  been  in.  Plus,  we  just  solved  one  of  the  biggest  problems
preventing  us  from  stopping  Greyson.  With  Siefer  subdued,  Allison  was  bound  to  tell  us  where
Greyson  was  hiding.  And  most  of  all,  I  still  had  Nolan  by  myself  and  our  bond  was  only  growing
stronger by the day.

Everything may not have been going the way I ever could have expected, but it was still surpassing

any expectation I ever had. Nolan made me more than happy, and yeah there was danger involved, but
it was all becoming worth it.

As long as this man was next to me, it was alright.

~~~

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The elevator dinged open and dropped us off on a stunningly modern penthouse with a breath-taking
view of the San Diego bay. The windows reached from the maplewood floor to the ceiling and the
huge television hung above a modern, dark black fireplace in the living room.

“Holy shit, this place is nice.” I couldn’t help but say it out loud. It wasn’t every day that I was

being  treated  like  a  king.  These  were  the  kinds  of  places  I  would  see  on  HGTV  and  wonder  why
anyone  would  spend  so  much  money  on  them.  But  stepping  inside  the  penthouse  makes  it  so  much
more  understandable.  If  I  had  the  level  of  disposable  income  some  of  these  people  had,  I  would
totally spend it on a place like this.

“Isn’t it? They always impress me. Come, check out this kitchen.”
“How often do you stay here?” I asked as he gave me the rest of the tour, stopping in the luxurious

bedroom.

“Not too often. I used to stay here a lot when we were filming Hostage Two, but that was probably

the only film I worked on that was based down here.”

Through all the craziness, I almost forgot that Nolan had an actual life beyond this. He had an

extremely successful career and made a name for himself through his work. And yet I was the one that
knew his deepest secret.

“That movie was one of the scariest and funniest movies I’ve seen in a while,” I said, laying back

onto the bed. The plush comforters supported me like fluffy clouds molding to my shape.

“Thanks, it was one of the funnest I’ve worked on too.”
“How was it like working with Megan?” I asked. Megan Simpson was a great actress but also had

a way of getting onto every tabloid cover at least once a month.

Nolan chuckled. “She was a handful but we got through it. Her demands were always pretty

outrageous,” he said, kicking off his shoes and his pants soon after. He climbed into the bed next to
me and found my mouth with his.

“Did you always want to be a blockbuster producer?” I asked, our heads falling down onto the soft

white pillows. It still smelled like fresh, hotel linen.

“I actually wanted to be lawyer but I ended up taking a film class my junior year in college. The

class opened me up to the idea of a career in film and I never looked back.”

“Well I’m glad you figured out what you really wanted in the end,” I said, feeling the exhaustion

from the night start crashing over me in waves. “Although I think it would be pretty hot—seeing you
in a suit and tie, standing in front of a judge, drilling into someone on the stand.”

“Oh yeah?” he drew his face into mine and kissed me again, his rough stubble rubbing against my

face. If I hadn’t been so exhausted from getting fucked on the side of the road to almost having to kill
someone, I would have jumped on Nolan right then and there. But, honestly, my body felt like it was
going to be dragged into sleep any moment soon—regardless of whether I wanted it to or not.

“Nolan, you are one incredible fucking man.” I returned the kiss, entwining our legs together under

the comforter.

“Archer, you are even more incredible. Now get some sleep, I can tell you're tired.”
“Night,” I said, kissing him one last time before I let myself fall to sleep, Nolan’s arms wrapping

around me and giving me the comfort I needed.

We both protected each other that night.

***

The drive back up to Los Angeles was long, apparently a truck had caught fire and backed up traffic

for hours. There was only so much of I Spy we could play before we wanted to stop the car and run
out just for entertainment.

“Ok, how about Rock, Paper, Scissor?” I suggested.
“I’m driving, we can’t play that,” Nolan said.
I motioned out towards the cars, none of them moving. “We’re practically parked. We could play

Twister and you would still be ok.”

“Fine, we’ll play. But first let me call Lisa and let her know why we’re late. I don’t want her

thinking Siefer ended up winning.”

I nodded, agreeing it was a good idea to let her know. I let him handle that as I pulled out my phone

and checked the news.

“She didn’t pick up. Can you google the laundromat and call her office?”
I did what he asked and still didn’t get a response. Nolan tried calling her cellphone one more time

but again, he didn’t get an answer.

“That’s weird, she always has her phone on her.”
“Maybe she fell asleep,” I said, offering up the best case scenario.
“Maybe,” Nolan responded, unable to keep the doubt out of his voice.
A couple more hours passed until we finally pulled up to the laundromat, parking across a street

filled with the abandoned tents of the homeless. They all must have been queuing up the the local soup
kitchen for some food, making the street eerily quiet. The sun was just beginning to set behind the tall,
industrial buildings that surrounded us.

“Do you see that?” Nolan asked as we started walking. He motioned over at the door which

happened to be unlocked.

He walked ahead of me now as my heart began racing. We picked up our pace and went straight to

Lisa’s back office. Neither of us were expecting the sight that waited for us behind the closed door.

Sprawled out across her table was Lisa, her throat looked like it had been through a paper

shredder. I felt the bile in my stomach shoot straight up. “Fuck, Lisa!” Nolan ran up to the desk but
there was nothing he could have done. I looked to the left and noticed the silver chains were now
hanging empty from the ceiling.

Allison was gone.
And then my heart froze with the icy-cold grip of terror. “Nolan,” I said, my attention being drawn

to the wall behind the chains. “Look.”

There, behind the dangling chains, were the words “you two are next” painted in what looked like

blood.

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