His Replica Mate

I touched my glasses, realizing I’d completely forgotten I had them on. I only wear them when I’m working. I guess Leo has never seen me with them, because when we were together, I didn’t really work. I hear sounds coming from the other side of the wall-Leo must be in his room. As I…

“What just happened, Vincent? What did you see?” Freya asks him. “May I?” he asks, then takes my hand and traces the lines on my palm. “What did you see, Vincent?” Freya asks again, her voice louder this time. “I don’t know. I’m not sure. It was just a jumble of images. But I saw…

After Vincent made his calls, he told us that the grimoires would be here in twenty minutes. True to his word, twenty minutes later, two women walked into his office-one was young, around my age, and the other was older. They had what I assumed were the grimoires in their hands. They placed them on…

“How does your brother, who has always gotten himself into trouble and owes a lot of debt, go from that to becoming an investor in a club? How did he come into that kind of money?” Freya asked. It was clear she already knew the answer. I mean, we all did, but we were just…

“Well, that’s also part of the reason I’m here. This is Alpha Leo and his mate, Lena,” she says, making the introductions. He shakes our hands. “It’s nice to meet you both. What brings you to New Orleans?” he asks. “Well, you actually, or rather, your club,” I tell him. “Excuse me?” he asks, looking…

“Now, did you go into my safe back at the house and take some pages from the grimoire I kept there?” Anna asks. Even though he does a great job at hiding it, I can still smell his fear and guilt. He did it-he’s the one who took the pages. “I don’t know what you’re…

“So where can we find him?” I ask. “Well, according to Dylan’s memories, Tommy is going to be at the club tonight. They reserved a VIP lounge for him,” Freya says. I check my watch-it’s already ten at night. “I think we might be too late. It’s already ten,” I tell her. She just smiles…

“Oh, I kind of get it,” I say, even though I’m really confused. But I don’t have the time for that now. When we get back, I can ask her my questions. “Yes, the dress. I bought it, but it didn’t fit me quite well. It was just too pretty to return, so I kept…

“You’re my what? My Alpha? My mate? In case you’ve forgotten, you aren’t- not anymore. So you don’t have any say in whether or not I do this,” I say, and I see the sadness in his eyes, but he’s quick to mask it. He takes a deep breath. “I know that. I know I…

“Actually, no, I haven’t,” I reply, and he looks shocked. “I take it you’re not from around here, then?” he asks. “No, I’m not,” I say, running my fingers up and down his chest and abs. He clears his throat, and I can tell he’s affected. “Well, I knew it. I haven’t seen you around…