“Or I call the cops, okay?”
I bare my teeth. Bob quickens his retreat.
“What the hell was that?”
I demand of Jack-Eye once he’s out of earshot.
“Since when do we bow to humans?”
My beta looks uncharacteristically serious as he crosses his arms and widens his stance. This is body language I know a little too well, he always stands like this when he’s willfully defiant.
Of course, he usually has a reason.
“You’re trying to get on Grace’s good side, aren’t you?”
My eye twitches. I grunt noncommittally. Saying no is harder than I expected. I’m not agreeing with him, of course not. But I am interested in what ridiculous excuse he’s come up with.
Jack-Eye does have quite the experience with females, Fenris muses. His mating habits are unparalleled among the Lycans.
I study Jack-Eye’s face. It isn’t like I don’t know what he looks like, he’s been by my side for years. But it’s my first time really noting how unmarred it remains compared to most in our pack. His skin is smooth and free of battle scars Lycans typically wear like badges of honor. Or survival.
Most of us carry the marks of our conquest.
And yet my Beta has managed to keep his face relatively untouched. It’s almost unnerving.
It’s not his pretty face that attracts females, Fenris interjects with a dismissive mental snort. It’s his personality. He knows how to charm them. Makes them feel special before he moves on to the next.
Hmm.
“Then perhaps,”
Jack-Eye says dryly, oblivious to our side conversation,
“dominating and terrorizing other humans isn’t the best approach.”
I flinch. Of course Grace is human. I know this. But somehow, I’ve begun thinking of her as… apart. Different from others of her kind. Special.
In fact, I only seem to mention her humanity when Fenris brings her up as a mate prospect.
“The girl in that camper,”
Jack-Eye continues, gesturing toward Lyre’s RV,
“has already earned Grace’s trust. You haven’t. And bullying a campground worker won’t help your case.”
“I don’t bully,”
I mutter.
Jack-Eye raises a skeptical eyebrow.
A rustling sound from the camper draws my attention. Through the window, I catch a flicker of movement-a flash of rainbow hair. Lyre stands just beyond the glass, watching us. For a split second, her eyes meet mine, and something cold slithers down my spine.
“Did you see that?”
Fenris’s voice rumbles between us, so Jack-Eye can hear. Andrew and Thom are oblivious, they don’t have access to our pack link.
I frown in the strange woman’s direction.
“See what?”
“Her eyes. They shifted. She appears human, but for a minute they looked like a cat’s.”
It’s a level of detail I would have never noticed, but Lyre’s already disappeared from the window.
“There’s something not right about that woman,”
I mutter.
“You’re just annoyed she threw us out.”
But Jack-Eye also frowns at the camper, Fenris’s words must have shaken him.
A human with cat eyes?
“Could she be some sort of cat shifter?”
He scratches at his red hair, squinting at nothing.
“No, I don’t think so. We would be able to smell it if she was.”
Strange.
“We’re not leaving.”
As if I’m going to leave Grace in that woman’s hands without supervision.
But my beta ignores me.
“Pack up,”
Jack-Eye commands, turning to Andrew and Thom.
“We’re relocating in an hour.”
My jaw clenches. Jack-Eye has been my beta since the beginning, but his audacity has been growing over the years. Granted, I’ve allowed it to happen, trusting in his judgment, but-
“Start breaking down the tent,”
Jack-Eye continues, not even glancing in my direction. As if my opinion is irrelevant. As if his king’s word means nothing.
The rage rises so suddenly I can barely contain it. Heat courses through my veins, turning my blood to liquid fire. I stand, the flimsy camping chair toppling backward with a clatter.
“I said we’re staying.”
My voice drops an octave, rumbling from somewhere deeper than my chest. The air around us thickens, and the campground grows unnaturally still. Every living creature for fifty yards instinctively freezes.
Jack-Eye’s shoulders stiffen, but he doesn’t turn.
That’s when I let it slip-just a taste of what I’ve been restraining. The power of dominance rolls off me in waves, invisible but devastating.
Jack-Eye’s body jerks like he’s been struck. He drops to one knee, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Behind him, Andrew and Thom collapse face-first onto the ground, limbs twitching as they struggle against the crushing weight of my command.
“You do not countermand me,”
I growl, each word vibrating with power.
“You do not ignore me. You do not make decisions without my approval.”
The pressure intensifies, and Jack-Eye’s other knee buckles. His palms hit the dirt, but his face remains stoic.
“I am not some petty Alpha you can placate or redirect. I am your King.”
The dominance pouring from me is uncontrolled now, feral. It presses down on everything around us-flattening the grass, stirring the dust, raising goosebumps on exposed skin. Even the air seems to bend beneath its weight.
Fenris’s voice slashes through my rage. You’re drawing attention. The local pack will sense this display.
“Let them come,”
I snarl, too far gone to care.
“Let them see what happens when my authority is questioned.”
Think of Grace.
Grace. My dominance falters for half a second-just enough for Jack-Eye to suck in a breath.
The pressure in the air still throbs with each beat of my heart when a sudden loud crack splits the tension.
The camper door flies open, slamming against the exterior wall hard enough to rattle the windows.
“Stop that. Grace can’t breathe.”
Lyre won’t stop staring in the direction of Andrew’s camp lot, even after closing the blinds. She can’t even see through the black fabric, so I’m not sure why she keeps looking over there.
Every few minutes, she lifts the blinds and peeks underneath, only to close them again. But she’s so nonchalant about it, like it’s something people do on a daily basis.
It’s not. Even I know that.
I’m about to ask her what she’s looking for when she suddenly drops her head with a long, heavy sigh that makes me jump.
“Your boyfriend’s lost it.”
Her voice sounds almost bored, but her fingers tap rapidly against her thigh.
I blink, and my stomach plummets to the vicinity of my toes.
“Rafe’s my ex. Is he really here?”
Lyre turns to me with an expression so flat it could level mountains. Her left eyebrow wings up after a few seconds, and her tapping speeds up.
It seems like I’m missing something.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.