Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Alpha closed his office door and stepped toward the desk.
“Look at the writing. Look what it’s saying.”
Alpha sighed and glanced through. “Are you sure this is not just the start of Milton when he was stable, and then as he got crazy, after infecting himself, his writing changed?”
“I’d agree, but look at the entries in the files. This dates back nearly five years ago.”
Alpha sighed. “Fuck.”
“Why fuck?” Boyan asked.
“This is good news.”
“Is it? Because the fact that we’ve got Agatha in our town, a twenty-five-year-old female, is already a little too fucking much. Twenty-five years, Boyan. That’s why this is all fucked.” Alpha lifted one of the files and dropped it.
“At least we know this didn’t work,” Boyan said.
“What?”
“Whatever they were looking at or into didn’t work. Milton ended up experimenting on himself. He ended up … crazy, and on the outskirts of town. If this was successful, he wouldn’t have been alone, using humans without their consent and all that kind of shit.”
Alpha nodded. “You’re right. We need to find the person who was working with him.”
“That’s going to be impossible,” Boyan said. “We don’t even know where to look.”
“We know he used the same name. All we need is someone who knows how to handle a computer and can do some digging, and I happen to know a person.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” Alpha said. “But I’m going to have to handle this.”
“Dude?”
“Let me deal with this and then I’ll call you.”
Boyan didn’t like this, but one look outside the main window and he saw the sun had already set. It was time for him to head to the bar.
Agatha.
His wolf liked that idea. He wanted to go to the bar, to see Agatha. Not only did he want to see her, he wanted to fuck her. To rub his body all over hers, to smother her in his scent so everyone knew who she belonged to and there was no one else to take her from him. He wanted to do all that and more. So much more.
“Go,” Alpha said.
He didn’t want to leave because there was so much more work to do, but he also didn’t want to stay. There was a woman with his name on her.
Nodding at Alpha, he was given an instruction and he had no choice but to follow it. Leaving the clubhouse, he made his way toward the bar. There were a lot of pack out tonight. He didn’t expect anything less. Not when it came close to the full moon. The pack were trying to find someone to spend the full moon with. To enjoy the feel of being with a pack member, to feel that closeness, to experience it.
All he could think about was being with Agatha. Stripping her clothes from her sexy, curvy body, laying her on the earth, kissing her body, making love to her, and then fucking her until all she could think about was him.
****
Present
Val cleared his throat and Agatha had no choice but to pull away from Boyan. It was the last thing she wanted, but she also had a job to do. She needed to earn a wage and the only way to do that was to actually work, not make out with her boyfriend.
But I want to.
Boyan chuckled and kissed her head. “I’ll be waiting, baby.” He winked at her and that seemed to go through her whole body.
Val left the kitchen as well and Agatha got back to working on the glasses. Once she had a whole tray filled, she carried them out toward the main bar. As she did so, she was aware of Boyan watching her. She knew it was him, but to make sure she wasn’t losing her mind, she kept glancing behind her.
His gaze was on her.
She had worn a pair of jeans and a tight-fitting top today. It was hot, hotter than it had been in a long time. She had wanted to wear a dress, but working in the bar in a dress didn’t seem like a good idea. Not with how easily she had fallen just last night.
Val and Amelia had a lot of questions. She could also sense that they didn’t like how she’d healed either. Just another little fact after another that she had no choice but to push to the back of her mind. That was all she could do.
There had never been any answers. Her parents had always told her to be careful and to never tell anyone what happened. The image of her broken leg after being hit by a car flitted through her mind, but she once again pushed it to the very back.
The night wore on, and as it did, the bar’s crowd got smaller and smaller until Val was about to slide the lock back into place.
“I’m taking Agatha home,” Boyan said.