Page 14 of Crescent Warrior

Too much teeth. Too much fucking teeth, jackass.

Toning down the smile, he cleared his throat and hurried down to the tarmac. The scent that came toward him was familiar and welcome. He opened his arms wide, accepting the hug, swinging the female around.

“You asshole,” Ambrosia laughed, giving him a tight squeeze. “Why are you even here? I thought we were supposed to come to Greece, not the other way around.”

Ambrosia was one of the younger female wolves of the pack. She was born in Greece and he helped raise her, but when her parents had fallen in battle, Damen’s parents, Dru and Iris, took her in. She moved to the United States but returned to Greece often enough and they kept in touch. She was a little sister to him.

“I thought I’d come to help you pack your million bags, of course,” he answered, ruffling her perfect blonde hair.

Ambrosia was beautiful in a different way from Hippolyta. She was softer, more fragile. Hippolyta was all strength and confidence, something that drove him wild with lust. Ambrosia was like a little flower he wanted to protect from being crushed by the harshness of the world.

“Har har,” she scoffed, tucking her arm into his and waving at the flight attendant who smiled beatifically back at her.

“I see you still have all the men wrapped around that little finger of yours,” he chuckled, patting her hand where it rested in the crook of his elbow.

When she stayed silent, something he wasn’t used to from her, he quirked an eyebrow at her in question.

“Damen found his mate,” she croaked, tears brimming in her eyes.

Cole stopped, tutting at her, pulling her into a hug. “Come now, Rosi,” he crooned, “You can’t let that bother you. We knew for a long time that you and Damen couldn’t be mates. You were too far into maturity for it to be possible.”

She sniffled against his shirt and he tightened his arms around her. It was then that he caught the scent he never imagined he would ever smell again.

Lyta.

His eyes scanned the area, his body stiffening. When he spotted her, his heart stilled in his chest. She leaned against a black SUV, dark sunglasses blocking those green eyes that haunted his dreams with her hands tucked into the pockets of tight black pants, showing off her rounded hips to perfection. His mouth watered at the thought of how her ass would look.

Gods, that ass is as close to heaven as I’ve ever been.

His eyes swept upward, taking in the loose gray cropped top that bared the defined abs he wanted to spend hours worshipping—on his knees if he had to. The sports bra she wore under it was visible from the top and sides, encasing her luscious breasts.

Years of watching her on the cameras didn’t do her justice. In person, her presence was everything. Her confidence, her stance, the way her lip was curled in a sneer.

I’ve been gifted with the most gorgeous female on Earth.

It was then that he realized Ambrosia was still crying in his arms. Clumsily, he focused on her, patting her head and pulling away, trying to untangle himself so he could walk toward his mate.

“Lyta came too,” she sniffled, wiping her cheeks hurriedly. “When I told her you were coming, she said she’d drive me here. I know you two aren’t close. I hope you don’t mind.”

Inside, he felt his heart swell with joy. She wanted to see him. Even if it was to tell him to fuck off, it was something. He nodded, pretending to be calm while staring at his mate, her delicious scent filling his nose.

He kept her pillows and sheets for years, but eventually, there was nothing that smelled like her anymore. The fresh scent of her had his body raring into overdrive, humming to life in a way it hadn’t for over a century. He angled his hips away from Ambrosia before she got the wrong idea.

“I don’t mind,” he growled, grabbing Ambrosia’s hand to drag her along toward his Lyta.

He’s even more gorgeous than I thought he would be.

Hippolyta struggled to contain her wolf as she clawed at her, trying to jump to the surface. She was gleeful to finally be reunited with her mate. Keeping her breathing even and measured, just like her cousin Nicholas taught her over the years, she took him in from head to toe.

His hair was swept back from his face, a little longer than he used to wear it, those smoky blue eyes, the perfect mix of blue and gray, focused on her in a way they never had before.

Of course. Now that he knows I’m his mate, he wants me. Eat your heart out, asshole.

Even as she thought it, she braced every muscle to not spring forward. Cursing her traitorous body, she folded her arms across her chest, appreciating the nip of chill in the air. Fall was coming fast, and she needed the cold to remind her that she could have control with him. He didn’t want her before, and he was not having her now.

Even if I just want to strip that suit off him and grab onto those broad shoulders while he fucks me against this SUV.

Struggling to bring her thoughts to heel, she glanced away, but the image of him was burned into her mind. He wore a dove gray three-piece-suit, the jacket open and his tie a little loose around his neck. The white shirt contrasted so well with his tanned skin that she just wanted to lick him. Schooling her thoughts again, she focused on Ambrosia.

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