Page 33 of Moonlit Choosing Ritual

She got up and tied her hair in a messy bun. I could see her silhouette through my shirt as sunlight filled the room. Her beautiful, round breasts were perked up, her nipples grazing the fabric.

She shot a glare at me. “Oh please! I know people like you!”

I raised my eyebrow as anger bubbled inside me. “How many people do you know who are like me, Kimble?”

“Many.”

“Consider them dead.”

She drew in air sharply. “I don’t believe you!”

I pointed with my chin toward the ceiling where a camera was installed. “Got that installed for you yesterday. You can check the recording.” Even I wanted to check the recording. It was going to be my favorite reel of the day.

“Cool! I want to see it.” She got up and walked to the bathroom, and I couldn’t peel my gaze off her hips that swayed with every step.

I mind linked my IT chief, Larry, and asked him to send the recording to my phone. When she returned, I showed her the recording.

Sometime during the night, she had crawled toward me and climbed on. There was a point when she clung to me like a koala. Her face heated up with every second she watched. Moments later, she simply sprawled over me like I was her personal mattress.

“Th—this has never happened to me before,” she said in a breathy voice.

“It’s fine. I’m not judging you.”

Kimble was mine. She just didn’t know it. Yet.

While I went to the office and tried my level best to stay away from her, I ended up ordering clothes for her, which included ten pairs of bikinis. Time stretched on until 5 PM, because Kenzie insisted I stay there. Two of my spies had returned from Portland and had information about the Viking pack. It looked like the Alpha had built tall, strong walls that even a bird couldn’t fly inside around his territory.

The meeting went on for so long that my wolf got edgy. I checked my watch and it was fucking 5:30 PM.

“Are you in a hurry to leave?” Kenzie asked, his brows furrowing as soon as the spies left.

“No,” I lied, stretching my limbs casually to affirm my lie.

“Great, because we have to talk about the Moonlit Choosing Ritual.” He slid a file across my table. “That file contains information about Aria. She’s been fiddling with our funds.”

I clenched my teeth as I stared at the file. The bitch had run away with my money and I knew it. Well, she was gonna pay for it. Soon.

“What do you want to discuss about the ritual?” I asked, bristling.

“As you know, we’re hosting it. You have to choose a place to tie up the girls. And, most importantly, you’re taking part in it.”

I let out a rough exhale.

“You’ve been getting out of it for too many years now, Alpha Talon,” Kenzie grated. “I know Aria’s not there, but there will be seven girls at the Choosing, out of which three are daughters of our ally Alphas.”

I closed my eyes, waiting for Kenzie to finish, blocking out his words. However, he continued to go on and on. I couldn’t take it anymore and got up, which startled him, and walked out of the office. “Alpha Talon!”

I swung my jacket over my shoulder and strode out.

When I reached home, I saw Kimble in the garden, talking to one of the warriors. I recognized him. He was in the day patrol, and the fucker was flirting with Kimble.

Rage stained my vision red. My hands folded into tight fists.

There were other gardeners and Omegas watching them with curiosity. It was easy to see the lust in his eyes. He gave her two freshly cut roses and grazed her skin with his fingers. Suddenly, he groped her hips and pulled her to him. “Kimble—”

Before I knew it I was striding toward them, my eyes glued to his engorged cock, which I was about to dismember.

“Alpha!” he said, fear humming in his voice. “I—” He stepped away from Kimble who cringed. I stood in front of her, shielding her view from him. My fangs had slipped out, ready to pierce his fucking throat and kill him.

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