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“What?” I ask in confusion.

“My name is Jordan. So, you can stop calling me wolf.”

“You are a wolf,” I quip.

“Now who is being infuriating?” he asks.

I simply glare at him, and he stares back, neither of us wanting to back down. After what feels like an eternity, he leans forward, causing my body to tense defensively.

He presses the side of his cheek against mine and whispers into my ear, “Stay out of trouble, darling. I’ll see you around real soon.”

I close my eyes and shiver when he utters the word darling, and then again when he pushes off the wall. He leaves the room without another word or look at me, taking the blissful heat of his body and his intoxicating scent with him. All I’m left with is a feeling of being cold and bereft.

Chapter 5

Jordan

It takes everything in me not to turn around to go right back into that room where I leave Talia. My fists are clenched as tight as I can, to the point they almost feel like they are about to shatter as I walk through the club and meet Eric at the exit. We had come to meet with a small group of werewolves who could be relied on to provide accurate info on the movements of other wolves inside the city and a good bit of those outside it as well. We always met at the beginning of the month but had to postpone this month’s due to having to deal with vampires who had tried to sabotage a shipment of weapons supplies headed to the pack house. So, instead we met tonight, and thank god there wasn’t much to report on. Everything seemed calm…for now at least. After that, Eric and I had decided to stay for a drink before heading back home.

I had spotted Talia immediately when she came through the door into the club. A part of me felt compelled to look up at that moment while another part of me sensed a change in the club as if her mere presence shifted the atmosphere to where I became wholly aware she was there. No other person has had that effect on me. The fact that she does has my mind racing with curiosity and questions that I need answered. My wolf also thrums with anxious curiosity that had tried to push me in walking directly towards her as soon as we saw her. My betterjudgement in comparison to his though overruled that urge. We couldn’t just walk up to her. Who knows what vampires in here know her and would come barreling towards me thinking I was moving towards her to attack. No thank you.

When she came into the club, I still hadn’t known what her name was. It was one of those questions itching at my curiosity. All I recalled hearing when she was meeting with the asshat the other night for the wolfsbane was her being called the Blood Queen. That name I had heard before. Even werewolves had heard of her and warned to stay on alert. I hadn’t heard of her attacking any wolves but didn’t mean she couldn’t. Vicious, coldhearted, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. All descriptors I had overheard others use to describe her when an incident happened that involved her. From what I also had heard, none of those incidents ended prettily. And here I was lusting after her thinking about licking her curves the other night. If anyone knew, they would call me insane and demand I get my head assessed.

Thanks to the idiot though that was screaming for the entire club to hear, I finally knew it. Talia.

Heat fills my blood with the mere thought of her name. It suits her. Not sure why I think that since I hardly know her, but I do. I like her name too.

I did not like the fact that some idiot was yelling it for everyone to hear and cause many of the patrons to look at him but also her. From the look on her face when she looked to see who had been calling for her, she didn’t like it either. Then, when I saw the male following her, desperate to get her attention, my anger increased. I saw that she was headed in my general direction and made an educated guess as to where exactly she was heading. The hallway with extra rooms and the bathrooms was close to me and I took the opportunity to get there before me. I had no clue what I was going to do. Engageher in conversation so the male following her would see she was occupied? No, with how pissed she was with me the other night, that wasn’t likely going to go over well. Maybe focus on the male and find a way to get him alone so I could take my anger and frustration out on him? Again, no that wouldn’t go over well. How would I explain to anyone who might see why I had gone after him. Also, going after a vampire with no good cause was a very bad idea and I didn’t feel like trying to stop the start of a war between the species when I didn’t want to start it in the first place. So, all that left for me was to hide in the shadows and judge in the moment what to do. If anything needed to be done.

Finding an empty room, I stood alone in the dark room, making sure I was far enough away from the door so as to not be seen but close enough to know when she was close and hear anything that was going on. I could still hear the male calling after her when I caught her scent and pulled her into the room with me.

Having her this close to me and her curves pressed into me though was a bad idea as I fought a moan in the back of my throat at the same time fighting to keep the pleased growl from my wolf from also breaking through. God, she had felt amazing in my arms for that brief second. She also smelled divine standing close to her when I caged her against the wall. Oranges mixed with cloves. It reminded me of apple pies yet still different and unique to her. Her scent intensified when she became agitated as well, which was fun to do I have to admit.

Leaving her now felt like pure torture. That scent and those lush lips that I was an inch away from tasting a minute ago had driven me crazy, but I couldn’t stay with her. She likely would have ripped my balls off if I had while trying to keep her there with me. I’d noticed the change in her heart rate and breathing that had me questioning if she felt the same tensionbetween us that I was experiencing but her irritation and dislike of me seemed to disprove that line of thinking. For now.

Not wanting to watch her walk away from me for many reasons I didn’t want to linger on, I had chosen to force myself walk out of that room.

I nod to Eric to indicate we are leaving.

“Everything alright?” he asks.

“Yep,” is all I say in response.

I see him give me a look that clearly indicates he doesn’t believe me but ignore him.

Once outside, I take in a deep breath of air and try to calm my racing thoughts in hopes of quelling the skin crawling feeling I’m experiencing of pent-up energy. Of course, it doesn’t work but still worth a try.

Eric stands beside me quietly. After another few seconds I sigh in defeat. “I’m going to go for a walk. Maybe patrol some.”

“I take it you mean alone?” Eric responds.

All I do is nod silently to him in confirmation.

“Alright.” Silence fills the space between us again for a brief moment before he adds, “Should I be worried?”

“Nope.” I can’t give him more than one answer responses right now for him to at least pretend that nothing is bothering me.

This time he nods silently to me. “Watch your back boss.”

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