Page 68 of Tracking the Alpha
“Meaning you’ll stick around until you get bored of me.”
She shrugged. “Isn’t complacency what usually ends most relationships?”
His lips quirked. “Guess you’re saying I’d better keep things interesting.”
“Somehow I don’t think that will be a problem.”
He dragged her close. “Think there’s room in that shower for two?”
“Only one way to find out.”
The tight bathtub-shower combo really didn’t allow for much more than kissing and groping, which suited him fine. He took his time caressing the body he’d dreamed of for so long. Tasting the lips that claimed they wanted to be with him.
And when he took her to bed… he fucked her fast the first time. Took his time the second round, each slow and deep stroke a shuddering pleasure.
What made it more intense? The fact they both had their eyes open. He saw the wonder in her gaze when her orgasm hit. Savored the clenching bliss as she climaxed around his cock. Basked in that sense of rightness, of completeness.
Afterwards, as she lay in his arms, she murmured, “Who would have thought a job tracking an alpha would lead to me claiming him as my own.”
“Now who’s trying to own who?”
She laughed. “Maybe we can belong to each other.”
“Deal.”
Barrett wanted nothing more than to belong to her. Not just for one night, day, or week, but forever.
Epilogue
In the weeks that followed, the group that escaped Davidson’s project initially stuck together, their trauma and secrets a glue that bound them together. However, eventually it was decided they should split up for safety. After all, they couldn’t be sure they weren’t being hunted, and a group their size would draw more attention. Not to mention, they sought answers.
How had Davidson and Dr. Levy created the protocol?
Were any of the skinwalker and shapeshifter legends true?
Were there others of their ilk?
They went off in singles and pairs. Phoenix chose to visit Malaysia whereas Takhi headed to South America, both with the intention of looking into legends about feline shapeshifters.
Idris chose to look into Nordic stories of werebears and was in Toronto trying to find someone to make him a fake passport so he could fly to Sweden.
Radley, despite all argument against, chose to go visit his grandmother with Slater shadowing his movements and Freya tagging along in case Radley had an episode.
Morton and Jasmine simply took off without saying where they were going. Smart. The less people who knew, the safer, in case they were ever captured and questioned.
As for Tanis and Barrett? They headed farther into the boonies of Northern Ontario to live off-grid. And, no, she didn’t get bored of him. Nor did she turn furry, even when she stripped naked under a full moon. Barrett did, though, and he no longer had to get hurt for it to happen. It was as if, one day, he found the switch that allowed him to flip shapes at will.
Months passed, and they were quite content with the simple life they’d created, but Tanis and Barrett knew, without ever saying it aloud, that the reprieve would be temporary.
One day a familiar face arrived at their home in the woods and said, “I’ve got news you need to hear.”
The next morning, the huntress—and her alpha—with bulging packs on their backs, stared at the oasis they’d created.
“We’ll be back,” Barrett promised.
Unlike the last time Tanis had left her home, this time she believed they actually would because, after all, didn’t love conquer all?
General Davidson rubbed the bridge of his nose as Dr. Levy complained yet again about losing the lab in Northern Ontario and the subjects he’d been working on. Yes, it was inconvenient. Yes, it was annoying they had to start over. Even more annoying, it turned out Major Stevens had been right. They should have killed Barrett instead of trying to recapture. The man ended up being far more clever than expected. But in the end, the general outsmarted him.
