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LUCAS
I stare down at my phone, reading Kellan’s texts with a furrowed brow, tapping my foot against the seat in front of me. I have yet to enter the ballroom, because I don’t like dealing with this kind of shit. The annual fated mate hunt, where barely legal women throw themselves at you in hopes of finding that mystical
connection. Fuck that.
[KELLAN: The Blackwood wolves are here, just as we suspected. There are definitely two daughters. The rumors might be true. I’m going in.]
[KELLAN: Keep an eye on the younger daughter. Something’s off about her relationship with her family. Grey just about threw her away when I came up, and he’s trying to get the older one in my pants.]
I’m surprised. It would make more sense if they had aimed for me, as the alpha, but to send Jessa Grey into
Kellan’s arms…
Unless they wanted another daughter. If Grey didn’t want Kellan anywhere near the other one, perhaps it
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was because he had another target in mind.
If both his daughters were mated to the alpha and beta of my pack–yeah, I can see the appeal, if I was a two–headed snake like Grey. He would probably be running my pack within the year, if I were stupid enough to let something like that happen.
He must really think less of me and Kellan for being so young, as if we can only think with our dicks.
Unfortunately for him, I’ve never been tempted to dip mine into poison.
I slip my phone into my pocket and slide out of the car, throwing my half–smoked cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath my heel. Smoke wafts out of the car door before I slam it shut, nodding at the shifters stationed by the entrance to the building.
Stepping into the ballroom, I keep to the shadows, avoiding the gazes of the other attendees. The last thing I need is to be accosted by some desperate she–wolf looking for a quick lay or a mating bond. I have more important things to focus on, like figuring out what the Blackwoods are up to.
My eyes scan the room, searching for any sign of
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Alexander Grey and his brood. It doesn’t take long to spot them. Grey stands tall and proud, his chest puffed out like he owns the place. His son, Phoenix, hovers nearby, his expression stoic and unreadable. And then there’s his daughter, Jessa, draped over Kellan’s arm like a fucking accessory.
I can’t help but scoff at the sight. The Blackwoods are so transparent in their attempts to force an alliance between our packs. As if I would ever allow that to happen. I may be young, but I’m not stupid. I know better than to trust a pack with a reputation like theirs. Their alpha didn’t even show up, proving that he had little respect for the Council or the other packs within it. Any alliance would be nothing more than a facade in an attempt to take it over in the next This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
generation. The real question is, why has their interest
turned to us?
I pull out my phone and shoot off a quick text to
Kellan.
[LUCAS: What’s the youngest daughter wearing? I don’t see her with the others.]
As I wait for his response, my gaze continues to roam the ballroom. And that’s when I see her.
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She’s standing off to the side, almost hidden in the shadows. Her dark blonde hair falls in soft waves
around her face, and her thick–framed glasses only seem to enhance the striking blue of her eyes. They’re the lightest shade of blue I’ve ever seen, almost like
ice.
She’s wearing an elegant little number in black, with the barest peek at the swell of her breasts. My fingers twitch as the fabric swirls gently around her hips, giving just a hint of the curves beneath. I don’t pay much attention to women’s clothing, but I like hers. A
lot.
Classy. Sexy. Mine.
I feel a sudden stirring of desire deep in my gut, and my wolf growls in the back of my mind. It’s a sound I’ve never heard before, a primal recognition of something I can’t quite put my finger on. All I know is that I want her, and I want her now.
I’m too far to scent her, and my wolf urges me to get
closer. Instead, I stick to the shadows and keep my eyes on her. She’s uncomfortable, and walks as though her shoes are foreign, but she’s clearly a little older than most of the first–time she–wolves who attend this
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Moon–forsaken matefest.
She stiffens in a way that I can see from here, and her head begins to dart around, her brows furrowed. I’m certain she can sense my regard, and my wolf salivates at the idea of the hunt, even as he howls in my head that I need to get my ass closer. Close enough to sniff her, to hold her against my body, to scent her. Only her shoulders and arms are showing in that black dress she wears, and her pale skin gleams under the artificial lights of the ballroom.
Then there’s that little hint of her breasts in that
diamond–shaped hole over her chest. A tease, and a delectable one. I want to bite her there, to leave my mark for everyone to see that she’s been claimed by her alpha.
I run my tongue over my canines, smiling when she scurries to another end of the room and looks around again. What does she smell like? What taste would explode in my mouth with the first lick? She strikes me as sweet, like honey.
Take her, scent her, rut her, my wolf growls, and I can feel him clawing at the invisible boundary of our
shared psyche.
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Could it possibly be that I’ve finally found my mate?
I continue to circle and watch over my prize, excitement flaring when her diminutive form darts toward the gardens a half–hour before midnight.
Oh yes, little wolf. I’m coming.