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Prologue - Four Months Prior
Andrea
Growingupinthemountains of South Carolina was an absolute shit show most of the time. They considered me an Omega back home, bottom of the totem pole as far as roles go. Only useful for two things, breeding and being the pack bitch. Once you turn eighteen, you're fair game for anyone and I have been dealing with that bullshit for four years now and I am done with it.
The Alpha chose me for breeding purposes because of my appearance, and since my parents were not present to object, I became fair game. I hated The Alpha so much, and was so disgusted by the thought of being his breeding whore, that I did the one thing I knew would get under his skin the most and make me undesirable for his seed. I took his Luna to bed instead. The only problem is, it did not go how I had hoped it would go.
Taking his Luna to bed didn't take much convincing, since I knew she swung both ways. What I was not anticipating was The Alpha walking in to find her shoved up against the wall, her leg thrown over my shoulder and my face nestled between her thighs. He had me thrown from the house, stark-ass naked, followed by threats that they would deal with me before the night was over.
Luckily for me, my house was on wheels. Being able to get all my belongings loaded up in no time, I got the hell out of there before I found out what The Alpha really meant. I hope that once he found me gone, he wouldn’t bother me anymore. So I drove. Drove as far as my meager savings would take me. Hoping that I would be far enough out of his reach.
Arriving in Denver, Colorado seems to be the break that I desperately need. I had planned on continuing to the West Coast until heading as far north as possible, but this will have to do for now. My van needs a little work done, and it needs a break about as much as I do.
When I converted this bad boy into an apartment on wheels, I didn't anticipate having to drive so far or so fast, so I never got the chance to get it in the shop before skipping town. While she's not very old, I know she'll need work done before something majorly goes wrong.
Looks like it's time to reinvent myself and just blend in until I can head north like I had originally planned. I need to end up in Alaska. I know that there are packs up there as well, but it's big enough that I should be able to disappear easily enough and not have to worry too much about any of them. Hopefully it will happen soon though, because I am still too close to home. I just pray that they don’t find me before I am able to get the fuck out.
Chapter one
Damien
Iamhereforone job.
That job is to kill her.
But I don't think I can anymore.
And if I don't, then I will have to kill the people who hired me.
Sitting in this corner booth with my hood drawn up and sipping a whiskey, I watch and wait for her to show up for her shift. I do not plan on being in this Godforsaken city for long. Missing Cherish Grove already and refusing to deal with a full moon while away from home in unknown territory. I need to be home by then. That gives me exactly two weeks to deal with this little job and then get back home to Momma Jo and my brothers in time for our monthly run.
Flagging down one of the servers running around, I order another three fingers of the finest whiskey in the place. Happily, she obliges and is back before I know it. I withdraw a twenty from my wallet and tell her to keep the change while flashing her one of my million-dollar smiles. She blushes fiercely; I watch as it starts in her cheeks, slowly spreading down her neck and her chest. It travels down until her skimpy little top prevents me from seeing more. Just as I'm about to invite her back to the place I'm renting for a little fun after her shift, my target walks in.
Andrea Dodge.
She matches the photo only partly now. Her hair is dyed, and she’s gotten a few piercings and tattoos and I think she might have had a style change. Blonde, bubbly, and beautiful in a gothic kind of way.
She greets everyone she passes on the way to the bar, which is amazing because some people in here look like douchebags, but that doesn't seem to bother her. Continuing to the back of the room, she waltzes behind the bar and stashes her bag under the counter. She whips off her hoodie and is sporting the tiniest faux corset top I have ever seen on a woman in public. Completing her work attire is a messy bun that she’s thrown her long, golden hair into.
I don’t even notice my server getting pissy at me and storm off because I am so focused on Andrea. I'm not exactly sure what is happening, but my wolf is beginning to stir beneath the surface.
Demanding to claim her.
Mark her.
Fuck her.
He wants her now, and it is taking everything in me to not act on it. My cock strains against the zipper in my jeans just at the thought of her writhing underneath me as I take her and make her mine.
So I just sit in that back corner booth for hours, watching her while sipping my whiskey. The way she moves up and down the bar slinging drinks is flawless. She smiles at every single person that she makes a drink for; even those that look like they need a fist to the nose for making her grimace and roll her eyes when they aren't looking. More than one guy in here has their eyes on her, too. The air about her is magnetizing and draws me in every second that passes. All they wanted was to make her their cock sleeve for the night and I would not be letting that happen.
I will have her, and she will be mine.
Sitting here for the last couple of hours, I’m on my fourth drink now. Lost in my own thoughts, while watching Andrea work.
I want to make her mine.
But I am here to kill her.
