Page 5 of Reckless Wolf

She pressed her lips together and darted a look at Sage and then the guards. “We’re being held against our will,” she muttered.

My brow shot up. “It doesn’t look that way to me,” I replied dubiously. “You’re here and not in the clutches of your supposed captor.”

“It’s true! A tiger shifter named Jesse. He’s holding us captive. Well, he owns us because our father sold us to him, and now we have to marry him.”

Blood drained from my face, and I fell backward, springing up as quickly as I landed.

Fucking Jesse. Fuck.

“You know him? You know Jesse?”

I rose to my feet and brushed off my pants, avoiding her eyes as I turned to the guards.

“Let her go,” I ordered them.

Petyr and Virgil moved toward her without asking questions, and Bianca sighed with relief.

“You’re not going to kill me?” she asked. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“Don’t come back here,” I growled, pivoting away, the words paining me physically to speak aloud.

“Wait!” Bianca called out, shock coloring her words. “Didn’t you hear what I said? About keeping me and my sister against our will?”

I paused, but I didn’t turn. “I heard.”

“Can’t you help us?”

I bit on my lower lip so hard I tasted blood, but I kept my eyes averted.

“No,” I said flatly.

“No?!”

“You belong to Jesse,” I replied coldly. “Be glad I’m letting you go without a worse punishment.”

I waved my hand toward the guards and stormed from the room, Sage on my heels.

Bianca yelped out. “No, wait! Atlas, don’t go!”

The pleading sent chills down my spine, but I ignored her, blocking her voice and scent from my mind. I couldn’t let Bianca Barrett distract me. I’d worked far too hard to be brought down by some Bambi-eyed blonde with come-fuck-me-lips. I could still see them, embedded in my mind’s eye like she had etched her face into my psyche.

My advisor fell into step with me, and I tried to ignore her, too, but when the fae wouldn’t stop looking at me, I snapped.

“What, Sage?”

“That was a little cold, Atlas,” she murmured without missing a beat.

I cast her a quick look through my peripheral vision. “What do you want me to do?” I growled at her. “You know I can’t get involved.”

Sage didn’t respond, but she didn’t have to. I could smell disapproval all over her. Or maybe I was just inhaling my own.

Chapter3

Bianca

Istruggled against the two guards, straining to look behind me as they hauled me out of the basement, toward the elevators.

“Wait!” I cried again, my voice bouncing off the cold cement as I pleaded for them to listen, but it was like they had no ears to hear me at all.

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