Page 16 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

Grandpa Al shakes his head. “There’s a lot of single men out here-”

“I’m right here,” Ahren says, his eyes glimmering dangerously. “They won’t go near her.”

Grandpa Al lights a cigarette as he leads the way through to what is clearly the sleeping quarters. The living conditions are far from comfortable. Just thinking of Jayce in one of these small rooms with the cold seeping in…

“You have both got your own rooms, not that I’d call it a fucking room,” Grandpa Al remarks as he opens a door. Instantly, I can smell Jayce’s scent; it’s faint, but it’s here.

“Whose room was this, or should I say, is this?” I ask as I touch my neck. I’ve decided to glamour my mark as well. Anyone would recognise it as Jayce’s, and I won’t do that to him.

Grandpa Al looks at me before sighing. “He’s dead.” That is not what I wanted to hear. “But if you’re picking up the fucker’s scent, it’s because he’s right next door.”

Ahren sighs. “Well done on the subtlety,” he says sarcastically. “You know this will only annoy Jayce, right?”

“I do agree; maybe I should be bunked somewhere else?” I suggest.

“No, I’m right next door to you, and Ahren is on Jayce’s other side. We are keeping you close,” Grandpa Al says dismissively. “There are too many men here.”

I hide my smile. Grandpa Al is extremely overprotective, but I don’t think he was so innocent himself. Maybe that’s why he’s so protective, knowing what he got up to in his younger years.

“Don’t worry, Grandpa, I have no interest in anyone but Jayce, and I can defend myself.”

“If it was up to me, I’d remove Jayce from your interests, too,” he counters.

“Luckily for her, it’s not up to you. I know wolves don’t have high blood pressure, but are you sure you don’t have some other similar issues?” Ahren asks, resting an elbow on Grandpa Al’s shoulder.

Grandpa frowns at him. “It’s all these girls. They just have to go find men when they’re so young; they should at least wait until they reach thirty, if not thirty-five. That’s a good age.”

“Ah, yes, wise. Very wise words, Grandad. How old was Aunty Kiara when you found her? Let me see… Twenty-eight, ah… not too early. Oh- no, damn, I miscalculated; she was only-”

“That doesn’t count!” Grandpa Al growls at him as Ahren chuckles, moving away, and I look at my bags that are placed on the small bed. Most of it is stuff to deal with my heat.

“Sienna!” Ahren calls me.

I take a quick glance around the room and, turning, exit the room, following Grandpa Al and Ahren towards the door that leads out to the common room.

Grandpa Al opens the door, and I freeze, my breath catching. The room smells of smoke, fire, and something richer, and so, so seductive.

It smells of Jayce.

He’s here.

My heart thunders as I step through the door after Grandpa Al, and there he is.

He’s leaning back in the chair, long legs stretched out over the table, one booted foot on the table, the other braced on the floor. The fur coat that only makes him look regal hangs open, and he’s shirtless. I notice the new tattoo that covers his neck, too. My core throbs.

Fuck, why does he look so good...

The light glints off the planes of his chest and the sharp grooves of his abs. His hair is different, shaved from the sides, and his stubble is darker. His angled jaw is defined, and the way his skin catches the orange glow only makes my stomach knot.

He is the definition of a sex god, and every time I see him, he seems to be getting more handsome.

His eyes snap to mine, those delicious sage green eyes burning into me. My throat goes dry, my heart rate spikes, and I can feel the heat crawling across my skin like a wildfire.

He radiates dominance, power, and something dangerous that makes my body betray me before my mind can even process it. I should turn away. I should pretend I’m not staring, that his presence doesn’t bother me, but my legs don’t obey, and I’m left there watching the rage grow in his gaze.

Grandpa Al says something about how I came instead of Mama, but he simply narrows his eyes, still looking so perfect.

Gods…