Page 29 of Caelum

She staggered back like she’d been hit herself, and though the screenwas3D, it wasn’t that good.

Her mouth dropped open as she composed herself, then she reached up and touched the screen.

“Is she an alien?” Reed whispered, making me laugh. The noise jerked her from her study, and when she saw we were watching her, her cheeks burned a bright red and she scurried away from the screen and over to the sofa where Stefan and his buddies were slouching, sans Dre since he was still recovering from the beating Reed gave him.

Stefan shot me a dirty look for embarrassing her, but I hadn’t particularly meant to.

His crew thought I was a dick, but I actually wasn’t. Sure, like any guy I had my moments, but they thought I was a twenty-four-carat jerk. When, at most, I was fourteen-carat.

“She has to be from Mars.”

“Or from some backwater town that didn’t stop a cult?” I cocked a brow at him. “It’s obviously the first time she’s seen that kind of tech.”

“You think?” he jeered, rolling his eyes. “Took your genius to figure that one out, Fraze.” Before I could do more than grin, he murmured, “But that’s what doesn’t fit. Stefan is out for what he can get. You know that. He wants to be the Alpha and picking up a girl like that doesn’t fit in with that plan.”

Reed wasn’t wrong, but then the dick rarely was. He might have been the brawn in our Pack, but he had brains too.

I sank back into the thick leather sofa and let it comfort me as I thought about Stefan’s end game.

In a world where the human’s concept of zombies existed, people like me, Reed, Stefan, and his cronies were the future enforcers who’d stop them from taking over.

We didn’t call them zombies though. They were Ghouls. And they were our kind turned bad, and that was how we knew when to destroy them.

Caelum churned out units like mine and Stefan’s, elite forces that were trained to destroy Ghouls and the nests they inhabited. We had our own inbuilt ranking system, one that set us up for bigger jobs in the future, and that was what our two Packs were constantly bickering over.

The place as top dog.

Unfortunately, Samuel’s soul had been fucking with him lately. We knew he was going to present as a Vampire, but for whatever reason, it had been making him sick on those days.

Wouldn’t you know it, those days were the ones where we needed him to fight? Needed him to be at his best?

There was no point bitching about it though. This shit happened. We weren’t all perfectly formed, and our souls could make fools of us at their whim.

And they often did.

It was why Sammy was in the sickbay now. His Vampire had decided that refusing to feed was a good thing to do, so he was having a transfusion instead.

“Yeah, it makes no sense,” I confirmed after thinking about it for a few more minutes. “Stefan didn’t let Becky get her clutches into him, even though she’d have been a smart choice considering how often she’s sucking Dre’s dick and wants on his, plus she’s a good little fighter…”

“Yeah, so totally makes no sense.” He pursed his lips. “Should we keep an eye on her?”

I shrugged. “Would do us no harm.”

Reed cut me a look. “You want to tap that ass?”

Laughing, I shot him a grin. “What guy here doesn’t?”

Even though she was like ET in some regards, she was beautiful and that more than made up for her inability to switch on devices. With her dark hair that she wore in a bun, and a face that would make angels cry with dark honey-colored eyes, rounded cheeks that were usually pink from her shyness, and a mouth with a pronounced Cupid’s bow that had me thinking of BJs all the time, she looked like a woman who belonged in a classicalpainting. Not the ugly ones either. The hot ones. She had the same body too. Bit plumper, maybe, but I didn’t have a definitive on that one.

I could see some of her body thanks to her yoga pants—thank God for yoga pants—but she wore men’s shirts that covered her top half. Well, she thought they did. Somehow, they just made her tits look even bigger.

Nestor’s laughter grabbed my attention, and I realized he was showing her something on his phone. Her fingers were tracing the screen like it was magic, and I couldn’t deny that my cock ached to feel that touch too. Every part of me wanted to show her my own specific brand of magic.

Ha.

Corny? Maybe.

True? Definitely.

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