Her father is one of the Elite Eleven, a title that is unofficially given to the strongest Alphas in the country, and then they act like they aren’t fucking elite. Pricks.
When I found her last night, it was a fucking coincidence. We were heading home from a certain trade I had to take care of when I saw a wolf running through the trees, but it didn’t look normal, so we followed it. No matter how much I hate the elite, it doesn’t mean I will let someone die. Even if she isn’t my mate… I hate the odd pull of our broken bond. The fear for her wellbeing as I carried her to my car, driving as fast as I fucking could to get her back here, unnerved me. I hate the feeling…
She shouldn’t be here… I don’t need her to fuck anything up. I agreed to a few weeks, and I need her fucking gone fast, and whilst she is here, I will ignore her… but I still want to know exactly how she had ended up with that rabid wolf. Only she has the answers, and although I fucking don’t care, I still want to know. I am certain there was someone else there. I smelt no one… but there had been footprints, my men confirmed that. I even tried to get the data from her broken phone to see what she was up to out there, but the entire thing had been damaged in the fight. I’ll still get something out of it; it will just take a while longer since the acid from the WB12 has damaged the circuit board.
It didn’t happen on my territory, and I know it shouldn’t bother me, that I should just let it go, but the poison bothers me. A flare of anger and irritation rushes through me at the storm of emotions that run through me, and I light a cigarette, taking a long drag.
Just then, the sound of soft footsteps padding on the marble floors reaches me, and Nikki’s scent fills my nose, a smell that has always appealed to me, yet it doesn’t compare to hers…
“Hey, you have been working for three days straight. Todayyou’re home. Come on, let’s get to bed.” She wraps her arms around my waist, her hand caressing my abs as it dips down to the band of my pants. “Come on, Leo.” She kisses my neck as I smoke my cigarette, slipping her hand into my pants and massaging my cock.
“I’m not tired,” I reply quietly. Despite the pleasure that rushes through me at her touch, I am far too preoccupied.
“Then how about some fun?” She kisses my neck sensually.
“Not in the mood.”
She sighs and lets go of me. “Leo.” She has my attention, but she doesn’t speak. Instead, she sighs in frustration. “Leo!”
“What?”
“Can you look at me when I’m talking to you? What is going on? You’ve been so distracted for the last few weeks; it’s getting to me. Don’t tell me it’s that same woman you cheated on me with!” Her brown eyes fill with irritation and accusation. Pain is clear in her voice.
My eyes flash dangerously, and I glare coldly at her. I had showered that night, washing away every memory of Azura, but it didn’t take away the marks that she had left on my body. Marks she had seen.
“Do not fucking question me! What I do has nothing to do with you. As for your petty worries, I haven’t seen her again, nor is she on my mind. It was one fucking mistake. I won’t see her again. She’s fucking no one.” My anger is rising, and I glare out of the window.
“You better be telling the truth. Since then, I feel we don’t even have sex as often as before!”
“We fucked yesterday,” I growl.
“Three days ago. Not yesterday,” she corrects me.
“I’m not fucking counting,” I reply dangerously, turning and grabbing her throat. Her eyes flash gold, but her heart is pounding as she stares at me with a flicker of fear and desire.
“I just mean it’s not the same… it hurt knowing you cheated on me, Leo. I’m trying my best to keep us together. To get over this…” she whispers, her gaze turning to my lips. I take a drag on my cigarette, letting go of her.
“I’ve been busy. If you want to walk, Nikki, walk. I won’t hold it against you.”
“We’ve been together for over two years, Leo… this change is scaring me,” she exclaims in frustration and desperation. “I forgave you for cheating on me -“
“Forgave me?” My eyes flash dangerously as I glare at her.
Dressed in nothing but a red satin gown, she looks perfect, and I know exactly what hides behind that tiny piece of fabric. With black hair, light brown eyes, sexy curves, and slightly on the petite side, Nikki is a piece of candy that only a fool would deny. She is only three years younger than me, the ideal age gap. She is smart, level-headed, and she is fucking good in bed, or so I thought until I had the taste of something I should never have had.
If Nikki is good… the fucking psycho on the floor beneath us is fucking euphoric. I hate her, from her large dazzling blue eyes, those plump lips that are so fuckable, and glossy black hair which looks unreal. She is –
“Leo! You’re doing it again. Can you even hear what I’m saying?” Nikki yells, cutting off the train of thought that I fucking hate. “Leo, I am so fucking -“
The sounds of a door opening and small feet reach my ears. I clamp my hand over Nikki’s mouth, warning her to stay silent. I turn just as Corrado comes into view, removing my hand. His brown hair is a tousled mess, and his hazel eyes are full of sleep.
“Daddy?” He rubs his eyes. “Why are you shouting?”
I warned you, do not give me fucking shit when he’s around. Get the fuck out of my sight.
She looks at me before nodding tersely and walking backtowards my bedroom, and I stride over to my five-year-old.
“What’s wrong with Nikki?” He asks me innocently. I crouch down, ruffling his hair.
“Women. They are pretty crazy. We were just having a debate over football. You know, she’s a Man U fan,” I reply quietly. I don’t want his life to ever have problems…. He chuckles before hugging me.
“Oh, no, wrong team! So when did Daddy come home?” He asks. I wrap my arms around him.
“Not long ago. You were asleep, so I didn’t disturb you,” I reply, standing up and lifting him onto my shoulder. He grins, holding on tight. I pause to stub out my cigarette before heading to his room.
“I tried to stay awake, but Jackie said I should sleep. I want Grandad to come home. I get bored. Will you have a day off soon?”
I have something I need to take care of that doesn’t involve pack work, and I have been swamped for the last few months with it, but after tonight, I’ll have a bit more time. Revenge sure is fucking sweet.
“I can’t promise that, kid, but I’ll try,” I reply quietly, frowning as I push the door to his bedroom open wider and crouch down as we enter so as not to bump his head. I place him on his bed, and the look of disappointment in his eyes makes me feel the need to explain myself. “I have a lot going on, Corrado. Things I need to take care of.”
“But you always have things going on… I want you to be here with me.”
He is fighting back tears, and I stroke his hair. He needs someone who can take care of him. The only problem is although Nikki treats him well, he doesn’t warm up to her. Plus, he is mine. I can’t expect it of her. What the fuck do I do?
“Well, how about I sleep with you tonight?” I suggest, lookingat the tiny car bed.
“Yes!” His excitement lights up his eyes, and I give him the tiniest of smiles as he moves right to the edge. This pup would sacrifice his own space and everything for me. I get onto the tiny bed, my legs dangling off just as they always do, and I hold my arm out to him, allowing him to pounce back into my arms. “Now I’m happy,” he declares, staring up at me with pure happiness in his eyes.
“Yeah? Now sleep.”
“Will you please take a day off, Daddy?” I look into his eyes. This pup is the thing I really fucking care for. Sure, Nikki and the pack are close seconds, but nothing beats him.
“I’ll try,” I reply after a moment, making his heart skip a beat.
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