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As I look at her, I realize one extremely inconvenient thing. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to hurt her. And worse, the mere idea of anyone putting a finger on my wife elicits a murderous rage within me.
“Let’s head back.” I release her from my embrace and begin walking, suddenly angry as hell.
But it’s not her I’m angry at. I’m furious with myself. Because even knowing that my wife is a spy, she’s all I can think about. All the. Damn. Time.
I’ve been spending the bulk of my days away from home so I don’t succumb to the urge to put her over my shoulder, take her to the bedroom, and fuck her senseless. I want to keep my distance until I find out what Ajello’s game is, but I can’t. For over a week now I’ve been living for the moment when I can climb into bed next to her and hold her close. And every morning, I wake up with such an epic hard-on that I spend thirty minutes in the shower trying to find release while thinking about the little liar sleeping soundly in my bed. This morning, I had to jerk off twice. After my initial round, I left the bathroom only to see her lying there with her top ridden up to under her breasts and ass cheeks peeking out from the green sleeping shorts. I got hard instantly. So, I headed back inside the shower and imagined slamming my cock into her from behind until I came all over the tiled wall.
Sienna follows me as we head back toward the house, and I keep throwing glances over my shoulder. Her high ponytail swings left and right as she hops over the small rain puddles along the path, tempting me to pull her close and run my fingers through the brown strands. Iliya steps through the front door just as we get there, and Sienna rushes toward him, thrusting her phone in his hands. She’s babbling something as she stands before him, but I can’t understand what she’s saying or read her lips. With a wide smile, she runs off to stand next to the fountain and strikes a pose. I pin Iliya with my glare.
“She wants me to take a few shots of her,” he mouths. “For her social media.”
I instantly snatch the phone out of his hand.
“You’re free to go,” I snap and turn toward my wife. “If you need anyone to take a photo of you, it’s going to be me, Sienna.”
“You were sulking, giving off these really grouchy vibes. It seems to be your preferred mood and I didn’t want to interfere.”
I narrow my eyes. If I catch any of my men taking photos of her, they’ll get an up close and personal experience with my grouchy mood. “Get in position,” I grumble.
Sienna leans toward the water, extending her hand to touch the stream. The stretchy fabric of her lavender pants accentuates the perfect curve of her pretty round ass.
“Done.”
“Thank you,” she chirps as she lifts the phone from my hand. “I’m uploading it right away. Love that fountain! The posts of me in front of it always get at least a few thousand likes.”
Thousands? I fume as I watch her dance into the house, then head straight to Mirko’s office. Fucking thousands!
Chapter 9
I open my laptop and click the email icon in the upper right corner of the screen. Calling the don would be easier, but with so many people in the house, I can’t risk that someone will overhear. I start a new message, enter the email address the don gave me, and move to the subject line, typing:The Alpha’s Chosen Mate, Episode One.
I shift my attention to the email body, my fingers flying over the keys.
Dear Silvia,
I hope you’re well. As agreed, I’m sending you the first episode of my new paranormal romance that you’ll be publishing in your online magazine. Please take a look and let me know your thoughts and suggestions for improvement.
Love,
Sienna
I add a few blank lines, then resume typing.
It was a cold, starless night when Georgina first set foot on the land owned by Darius, the Alpha of the Black River Wolves pack. Her heart was beating wildly, easily at double its usual rate, as she passed by her new mate and walked inside the den carved into a mountainside. Footsteps echoed off the walls along the narrow hallway as it wound deeper and deeper, broken up periodically by the offshoots leading to many smaller caves set all around her. The den was brimming with members of the pack. She tried to count them, but couldn’t get the exact number. It seemed like they all lived within the den.
I stop for a moment, my fingers hovering over the keys. It’s been almost three weeks since I arrived at Drago’s home, and I kept finding reasons not to call the don. At first, I told myself that I had nothing meaningful to share, then there was always someone around or it was too late to make the call. But an hour ago, I received a one-word message from Don Ajello: SIENNA! It flashed across my screen in all caps, and I couldn’t delay checking in any longer.
My fingers lower onto the keyboard once more, but my eyes wander to the big vase on the dresser that’s filled with beautiful sparking crystals. I found it on the nightstand when I woke up this morning. Drago must have noticed that I like the multicolored glass when we were at the store the other day and bought these for me. The colors of the crystals are not as intense as those of the marbles at the supermarket, but these are cut into shapes of little diamonds which makes them so pretty. I moved the vase to the dresser where I can see it as soon as I enter the room and stuck my collection of pens and pencils into it.
I take a deep breath and look back at the email, but it’s as if a heavy weight has settled over my chest. Putting the laptop aside, I get up from the bed and walk to the window that faces the driveway.
Keva is standing at the edge of the lawn with her hands on her hips, arguing with Jovan. I smile. He probably forgot to call the repairman to come out and take a look at the fridge, which has been humming strangely for the past few days. A bit to the right, Filip and Drago are getting into Drago’s car. Both are wearing suits, so they’re probably headed to a meeting. I haven’t seen my husband in a suit too often, maybe twice so far. It looks good on him.
Just before he gets behind the wheel, Drago looks up toward my window, and our gazes connect for a brief moment. A wave of guilt overwhelms me as the reality of what I’m about to do hits me again. My eyes follow Drago’s car as it pulls away. I stay rooted in place until it’s out of sight, only then do I head back to my laptop.
I resume my typing, but the sour taste in my mouth refuses to dissipate.
Shortly after Georgina’s arrival, it seemed like the pack was facing new challenges. She wasn’t certain about the reasons, but from the hushed conversations she managed to overhear, it appeared that the Black River Wolves started a feud with the Transylvania Hills Bears. The Bears lived in the same territory as the Wolves, and both claimed ownership over the specific hunting ground.
