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I shift back into my human form as I walk through the door, but my heart pounds in exactly the same way. I curl my hands into fists, trying my absolute hardest to contain my anger. It’s not working well though. That has never been something I’m very good at.
“Mason,” I cry out as I move through the rooms. Where the fuck is he? Even if he has some woman in his bed, I’ll have to pull him out. Like it or not. “Mason, where are you?”
Fuck, there’s no sign of him. What the hell is going on? I know my little recon mission in the forest was something I did off my own back, but I shouldn’t have missed out on something major. Surely, Mason would have contacted me or one of the others…
Aggression keeps spiking in my veins. I have a lot of bad energy that I need to get out somehow, but I don’t know what to do with it. It fucking sucks.
I find myself in the dining room, staring along the large table at the framed painting hanging above the head seat. The powerful Thompson family. Child Mason is sitting on top of his mother’s lap, with his father dressed in a fancy suit, with a hand resting on the back of the chair. His older brother stands opposite his father, with a grim expression on his face.
It’s a famous painting. All of us know that image. It’s ingrained into our memories. Not just our pack, but all the packs in the city. Mason Thompson, or whoever ends up sitting at the head of that table, has the run of Chicago. Nothing will ever change that. Especially not some rag tag pack who doesn’t even belong here.
“Oh… excuse me…” I don’t know that voice. That soft, sweet feminine voice. It doesn’t belong in this house. As I spin around to face the woman, I can only assume that it’s one of Mason’s little pets. “Do you know where Mason Thompson is?”
I know her. My heart stops beating as I stare at her because I know her. I recognize her. She was here, at the party, in a skin tight dress. I’m pretty sure she belonged to Brian, which means… fuck, she might actually be the one who was raised up and put in Brian’s place. She might be the new alpha, which makes her my stark enemy…
Hard to imagine hating her when it wasn’t so long ago I was drooling over her legs, wondering what she had underneath her dress, but still…
And just because she looks heart stoppingly sexy right now, doesn’t make her any less of an annoyance. She’s an enemy that I need to crush, nothing more.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” Red mist descends in front of my eyes. It’s kinda hard not to lash out already. If she was a man, I would have done so. “What are you doing?”
“I need to talk to Mason Thompson. It’s very important.”
She juts out her chin defiantly. She must be able to see how enraged I am. That usually scares people, but not her. I step a little closer to her, but to be honest, that affects me more than it does her. As soon as I inhale her scent, I can hardly breathe. It’s intoxicating, mind blowing. I haven’t ever experienced anything quite like this before.
No woman has ever knocked me backward with her scent, and I truly have no idea what that means. Nor can I find out. I cannotfigure this shit out because she’s the enemy.
Automatically, I take a step back, trying to clear my head a little, but now that her scent has infiltrated my nostrils, I can’t shake her off. She’s stuck to me now.
“Is there anythingIcan maybe help you with? Mason is busy.”
She shakes her head no. “I have to speak with him. It’s the only way.”
That irritates me actually. I know Mason is the alpha, but that makes me looked over. I can make decisions, too. I can do shit as well. I don’t think there’s any need to dismiss me.
“Well, for the time being, you’re going to have to deal with me.” I offer her a one shouldered shrug. “So, if there’s nothing you can say to me, we should just sit.”
Silently, and pointedly as well, she takes a seat, so I do the same thing. She wants to challenge me, and I can deal with that. I turn to face her, challenging her right back.
“So, how have things been?” I ask, watching as she clutches her hands tighter together.
“We are doing just fine, thank you. No thanks to you, but I’m sure you know that.”
I cock my head to one side, knowing I’m about to tease her. It might not be what Mason would do, but I’m not Mason. I do things in my own way. “Missing Brian?”
She snaps around to glare at me, burning an intense fire in her eyes. I like that, fuck thatreallygets me going. My engine revs, and it’s hard for me to keep away from her. Is this what she wants to do to me? Maybe she’s playing me just as much as I am her.
“I don’t miss Brian, no. He was a coward, as proven by his death. He died in his human form, which means he wasn’t fighting alongside his pack. That is not the sort of alpha we need. I have always known that we didn’t need that.”
A glow coming from underneath her shirt catches my attention. It seems to be some kind of gem attached to a necklace, but I’ve never seen one do anything like that before. It’s actually pretty mesmerizing. I like it a lot. My fingers ache to reach out and touch it. It takes all the inner strength that I have not to make that happen.
“And you think you have what you need now?” I ask her with a cocked eyebrow. “You think getting rid of Brian has magically solved all your problems?”
She shoots me a knowing grin. “Oh, you have no idea.”
Fuck, this conversation is unbearably charged. I can hardly contain myself under the power of it. Her words are magnets, drawing me in increasingly with every passing moment. I think she knows that she’s doing this to me as well…
“Clara, by the way,” she whispers seductively. “Just so you know, my name is Clara Davies. You might want to keep that in mind.”
