Alpha Province: Puppet Strings(5)

By: Becca Van

They jostled and shoved at one another as they raced through the house they knew as well as their own, since they and their cousins had built it. When he stepped into the large kitchen/dining room, his knees almost buckled. His gaze zeroed in on the tiny woman standing at the stove cooking. Even with her back to him, he knew she was beautiful. Right now her hair was up in a bun, secured at the back of her head. His fingers twitched as he imagined pulling the pins out and letting the brunette hair flow down her back. She was slim but had curves in all the right places. He wanted nothing more than to snatch her up in his arms and devour her, but he didn’t even know her name and she was human.

Before he thought about what he was doing, he took a step toward her. If Bladen and Cason hadn’t grasped his shoulder, he would have wrapped his arms around her from behind, lowered his nose to her neck, and breathed her delicious scent deep into his lungs.

For the first time in his life, Daxon wished there were female shifters, but other than Tamika Strike, Zayn’s, Karter’s, and Jace’s mate, there were none. Tami had accidentally been changed into a wolf shifter when she’d been grievously injured. If her wolf shifter mates hadn’t given her their blood, she would have died. It would have been so much easier to deal with a female of their own kind. Human’s had no idea shifters existed, and while he wanted to tell his woman right away what he and his brothers were and who she was to them, he couldn’t. If she’d been a shifter, maybe he and his brothers might have been able to mate with her right away. However, they were going to have to go slowly with her. She was already nervous, he knew, because he could scent it.

Most of the world’s population had no idea shifters even existed. It was an unspoken rule that none of them changed or showed their animalistic tendencies around the human population.

He bit the inside of his cheek when his hard cock twitched against his zipper and started leaking pre-cum. If he hadn’t heard Bladen talking to her, he would have stood there staring at her like a lead statue for hours. His heart flipped in his chest, and he gasped when she turned to face his brother. She was slim and petite yet had the sexiest curves he’d ever seen. Her hair, finely arched brows, and eyelashes were dark, but her eyes were as blue as a clear summer sky. Possessiveness surged into his heart and soul. She was their mate, and he was going to do everything within his power to make her theirs.

Failing wasn’t an option.

Chapter Two

“I’ve got a job for you,” Rod McGill spoke as soon as the phone was answered.


“I’m going to send you a name and photo. You’re going to find that slut and take her out.”

“How much are you offering?”

“Keeping you from standing trial and ten large ones to get you started in another city,” Rod snarled.

“Make it fifty.”

“Deal.” The phone was disconnected.

Rod had a seething cauldron in his gut. Stewart had lost his job at the prestigious lawyers firm he’d worked for. His son had had to move back home since he couldn’t afford to pay his rent in the high-class penthouse he’d been living in. Even though Stewart had applied for other jobs, no one would take him on. His son’s life had been ruined because of that slut, and she was going to pay if it took him the rest of his life.

He’d had to lay low because of his position and the case. He’d wanted to follow that bitch and take her out himself, but the investigating officer had taken photos and was sympathetic toward the victim. Apparently, the fucker didn’t give a shit that Rod could ruin his life. It would be so easy to plant evidence and get the dickhead arrested, but he needed to wait a few months until the furor had died down.

When the media had moved onto something bigger and better, he would make his move. He just hoped he hadn’t waited too long to decide what he wanted to do. There was no way in hell he was getting his hands dirty, and it had taken him a few weeks to figure out a plan and who to use as a scapegoat. One of the assholes he’d chosen to go after the slut looked enough like his son that mistaken identity could be the cause of confusion. By the time he was done, that slut would be six feet under, and his son’s good name and reputation would be the epitome of everything it once was.

Rod drew in a deep breath, trying to get his rage under control. He was the prosecuting DA for the hirelings’ murder case, and since he’d needed to visit the bastard to try and make a deal, he’d handed him a burner phone under the table. There’d been no numbers programmed into the cell phone, and he’d used another burner phone to contact him.