Page 2 of Property of Karev

Well, I could shift and incinerate anyone. It’s one of the perks of being a three-headed alpha hellhound. Also, not something I flaunt around because my breed is a rarity. Hellhounds come in a wide variation and there are not many people who know about all the specific breeds.

“Your coins,” I grunt and hold out the velvet pouch.

The werewolf takes it from me and stalks to Calvania to hand it over.

Calvania opens the pouch and lets the three golden coins land on the palm of his hand. “Pity. I’d hoped you couldn’t get them in time. Well, you’ve managed to uphold your part of the deal. Thank you, Karev. You’re dismissed.”

Black smoke explodes from his left along with a screech.

“No. He’s mine,” a woman with dark eyes and dark hair snarls.

Calvania clicks his tongue. “Alora, you knew about the deal. He’s free to go.” His eyes land on mine. “Unless you desire my daughter and would like to take her off my hands. I’ll gladly welcome you into our family if you do.”

I don’t spare her a glance. I’m well aware this man has three daughters. Furies. I should have recognized the scent of one when I stepped into the room, but I’ve never encountered a fury in real life before. Goddesses of retribution and vengeance. Vicious as fuck, or so I’ve heard.

I could feel the air surrounding us become loaded with anger a mere second before she exposed herself. Such negativity is surrounding her, and the way she’s looking with a hateful glare on her face? Yeah, no way I’m gonna tie myself to a fury. Thank fuck I dodged that bullet by getting the man his coins in time.

“Thank you for your time,” I politely state.

Calvania waves his hand, dismissing me once more. The door behind me opens and when I turn to walk out, I can hear the woman snarl vicious shit to her father. No wonder he wanted to marry her off. Damn. Calvania has some serious patience raising three of those creatures. If I were him, I’d have ripped her head off a long-ass time ago.

Once outside, I take a deep breath as I stand near my bike. A hint of something delicious grabs my attention. Throwing my leg over my bike, I take out my sunglasses and scan my surroundings. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. There are a few werewolves, Calvania’s security guys, walking the perimeter.

They don’t spare me a glance and yet I feel watched. I inhale slowly to filter the air. My head instantly whips to my right where the delicious scent I picked up on earlier is coming from. My mouth waters and my cock twitches, instantly becoming painfully hard. Nothing is there and it’s confusing as fuck.

A snarl of frustration hits me. Screw this shit. I fire up my bike and ride off. It’s a bit of a ride back to the clubhouse. I should feel at ease that everything is handled. Lina is safe, even if she wasn’t completely aware of how dangerous her situation was.

Lina isn’t an immortal, and from the moment I knew about her existence I’ve tried to keep her safe. She doesn’t belong in this world. The only good thing that came from the mess she was pulled into, and I just saved her from, is the fact that she’s finally found the right guy.

I could smell his interest and need to protect her the second I saw Heart and Lina together. If Lina was an immortal? I’d say she found her fated mate in Heart. Knowing this gives me peace of mind. A good thing too because the unease I’ve felt in Calvania’s office hasn’t faded.

The fucker might have said I upheld my part of the deal, but somehow it feels like this shit ain’t over yet. The reaction of his daughter alone is concerning to say the least. Though, that’s not my problem, or it shouldn’t be. She looked pretty pissed. Knowing she’s a goddess of vengeance? Yeah, let’s hope Calvania finds another fucker soon who he can trick into marrying his vicious daughter. Thank fuck it’s not going to be me.

CHAPTER TWO

– AZALEA –

“Look at those sexy legs,” one of the two werewolves I just passed whispers to the other. “I wonder what time they open.”

I hear him grunt and don’t have to look over my shoulder to know the other werewolf punched him. Horny dogs with only one damn thing on their mind. I round the corner and with my next step I slip into stealth mode and become invisible.

Retracing my steps, I follow the werewolves. Listening to them chat for a few minutes verifies who the asshole was that made the comment. Shoving my feet off the ground, I jump into the air and feel my wings sprout out of my back. Spreading them to catch wind, I bring myself higher into the air and wait for the perfect moment.

The perfect moment being the time when those two werewolves pass the building so I can break off the head of a statue on the rooftop and make it drop on the asshole’s head. One breath, another, and then it’s the perfect time. One snap, and I’m smiling.

The werewolf glances up and is too late to act. The head of the statue hits him in the face and he crumbles to the ground. Sadly, it won’t kill him. Nor will he learn his lesson because I can’t expose myself to take credit for it. This is not the first time I’ve taken revenge on one of my father’s security guys.

Werewolves are assholes in general, but my father is a man with many enemies. Which is why there’s a pack of werewolves handling security. Their scent and strength make them perfect guard dogs. Not quite as good as a hellhound, though. They are definitely in a league of their own. Something my father has desired to add to his staff for quite some time now.

I’ve only read a few things about hellhounds. Not much to be found about those supernaturals in the massive library my father owns. My sisters and I are homeschooled and reading about different supernatural beings was one of the classes I enjoyed.

My father has his reasons for his obsession with hellhounds, I guess. Yet, I haven’t been able to figure out why. My gaze lands on a motorcycle and I wander over. Letting my fingers glide over the saddle, I start to wonder what it would be like to ride it. I inhale deeply and the scent of the owner puts me on edge.

My heart skips a beat, my eyes go wide, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I whip my head around, suddenly on full alert. The strange sensation is unsettling. I’ve never felt a reaction of my body this strongly to a mere scent.

The wind shifts and the mouthwatering scent becomes more prominent, triggering every damn cell in my body. It creates an intense need, a longing, a desire to fill a void. I glance in the direction it’s coming from and watch a huge, muscled man stomp out of my home.

Quickly, I turn away from the motorcycle and come to a stop a few feet away. Stupid, because I’m invisible. On the other hand, I don’t trust myself around the person who brings out such strong and new feelings inside me.