Chapter 1
Nova
How many people can say their love story started off by being kidnapped?
Okay, so I wouldn’t exactly call this a love story.
I was trapped in a house with three criminal Alphas after I hijacked their getaway van in the middle of their latest heist. And rather than let me go, they kidnapped me.
And because the universe loves to fuck me harder than any Alpha could, they just so happened to be my scent matches.
The only Alpha I feel even a fraction of what could remotely resemble love for would be Ian. My sexy psycho Alpha. I don’t love the guy, but I sure as fuck am infatuated by the fucker. Ugh. Even admitting it to myself is hard.
Next on my tolerance scale would be Will. He’s a hard one to get a read on. But I’ve deemed him worthy of earning a chance to place his bite mark next to his little brother’s. He still has some work to do, though. We’ll see how things go.
But the one who I despise the most would be their big brother Nick. That raging asshole would have to get down on his knees and fucking kiss my feet before I let his mouth anywhere near my neck.
After the bullshit he’s put me through the past few weeks, he’s lucky I haven’t taken the gun he, not so discreetly, has hidden in his waistband and put a bullet through his head.
Fine, I wouldn’t say my dislike for him is that bad. But sometimes when he opens his mouth, it’s pretty close.
Like right now.
“Would you two stop it?” he growls, slamming on the brakes. The truck jerks to a stop, causing me to jolt forward, my lips ripping away from Ian’s.
“What the fuck!” I hiss, shooting the dickhead my best death glare. “What the fuck was that for?”
“You two have been sucking on each other’s tongues for the past two fucking hours. The truck smells like an elves’ whore house for fuck’s sake.” He shifts his body so that he’s looking back at us. “Can’t you two keep your damn hands off one another until we get to the hotel?”
“What else do you want me to do?” I huff. “Sit here and twiddle my damn thumbs? You threw my book out the window. Thanks for that, by the way. You won’t let me have the phone Ian gave me for Christmas because you're afraid I might, what, call the cops or something?” I ask, raising a brow as I cross my arms, leaning back in my seat. “At the very least, I thought we could listen to music. But nope. You like it quiet as a fucking mouse in here. So, all that leaves for me to do is get off in the backseat with my Alpha.” I turn to Ian, who’s watching the two of us with an amused smile. “Do you have an issue with this?”
“Me?” He points to himself, a sexy grin on his face. “Absolutely not.” He wiggles his fingers in front of his face. “These babies have a lot of life left in them.”
I bite my lip, trying not to smile as Nick curses. Squeezing my thighs together, my pussy aches to have those very fingers back inside me, where they’ve been for the past hour. Yeah, back seat orgasms are a lot more fun than you might think.
“What’s going on?” Will’s deep voice pulls my attention to Nick’s open window. I peek around Nick to see Will’s red hair before my attention drops to his curious green eyes. “Why did you stop in the middle of nowhere?”
“Because if I didn’t, these two were going to cause a fucking accident.”
“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes. “How? There’s no fucking cars around. The road is dead. What are you going to do, veer off the road and hit a fucking cow?” I throw my arms out, gesturing to the farm land as far as the eye can see. “Where the fuck are we anyways?”
“It’s called ice,” Nick growls. “The roads are full of it. I could crash at any moment.”
“Not my fault you're a shitty driver.” I grin, raising a brow. He’s not. He’s actually a very good driver. Probably because of all that practice driving a getaway car for their life of crime.
Or you know, escaping after murdering someone. Did I mention that fucker dropped the bomb on me that he was a motherfucking assassin before we left?
I’m still not sure how I feel about that. Part of me wants to push his buttons enough to see if he would kill me.
Not that Ian would let him. He’d gut his brother before he let Nick hurt me for real. That does not include this little fucked up game we seem to love to play.
If you’re wondering, yes, I am a very big fan of primal play, okay? It’s hot as fuck. I’m messed up in the head. Don’t judge me.
Maybe next time I could get him to wear a mask like the guys from the book I was reading. The same one he threw out the window. Fucker owes me a new one, I want to know how it ends.
Nick’s nostrils flare, but he doesn’t argue with me. Shame, it’s fun getting him going.
“We’re almost out of Indiana,” Will answers my question.
