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Kelley, breaking into our artifacts room just seconds after the bomb exploded, taking advantage of our pack’s distraction to fill her bag and creep out through the ventilation system without being noticed.
Willow’s sister was part of this attack. And what are the chances it’s just a coincidence that Kelley came back from the dead twenty-four hours after her sister showed up under my roof?
Slim to fucking none is the answer to that.
But I need more answers. A lot fucking more.
Like what did she take, what does she want, and most importantly, where is my brother? Because I can’t believe Bane had anything to do with this. My brother would never hurt our people. Never.
And I know exactly where to start my investigation.
As soon as my dad’s attendant rolls his wheelchair into the room, I nod toward the offices down the hall. “We have to talk, Dad. Now.”
“We do,” he agrees. His tired eyes are more haunted than I can remember seeing them, even after my brother left.
My father’s a good-natured man, tough, but fair, and always looking for an excuse to smile.
But he’s not smiling now, and neither am I.
It’s time he shared the rest of the North Star Alpha secrets with me.
Past time.
Chapter 16
Willow
Back in my room, I take the first freezing cold shower of my life.
I’m not usually the type who needs cold showers to cool down, but I don’t usually lose control the way I did tonight.
I almost had unprotected sex with a man I’ve known less than forty-eight hours—that would have been bad enough on its own, considering I have no idea what kind of exotic cooties Maxim might have swimming around in his bloodstream. From the gossip I’ve been able to glean so far, he’s no choir boy. It sounds like he enjoys the company of women, the more free-spirited and willing to fuck and run, the better.
I’m not about to bash other women—or Maxim—for sleeping around, but I don’t want to get an STD from the first man I have sex with.
And I don’t want to lose my virginity to someone I barely know or a man I still suspect might be a huge fucking jerk.
At the very least, I want friendship and mutual respect.
At most, I want the dream.
I want that perfect, fated mate relationship with a man who adores me, worships me. A man who would lay down his life for mine in a heartbeat and knows I would do the same for him.
I want a forever love that’s written in the stars.
Even yesterday, I would have told myself, “Tough shit, sister. You lost the fated mate Olympics when you ended up with Pax,” but now I’m not so sure.
I’ve never felt anything like what I feel when I’m with Maxim, a draw so powerful I know I’d spread my legs for him again in a heartbeat if he walked through the door to my rooms right now and told me he couldn’t wait to be inside me. One look from those smoldering eyes and all my good intentions would fall away.
And it’s not because I’m in love with him—I barely know him, and a lot of what I do know I don’t really care for.
And it’s not just sex, either. I’ve been attracted to other men before, and even come with Zeke’s hand down my pants. I know what that feels like. It’s overwhelming, exciting, electric, but I’ve never felt like I would die if a man quit touching me.
Like, literally shrivel into a sad little husk of a woman and blow away.
But it feels like that with Maxim.
It feels urgent, necessary…ordained.
