And my inner wolf is far too intrigued by the prospect of what kind ofheroworshipshe might be into.
It’s so fucking wrong.
What’s even more wrong is the fact her naked body and all those damn curves will not leave my mind.
We fucking saved her from being held hostage in a cave. And my knot is over here wanting to give her a different kind of recovery therapy.
“Then I suppose we can discuss your call with Oros another day then,” Kieran says, yanking my focus back to him with a sharp tug.
“Oros?” I repeat, feigning confusion. “What call with Oros?”
Kieran considers me a moment. “You know, Dixon and Lorcan would make a good team. Perhaps we can let them play together some day… online.”
The call does dead with that not-so-cryptic statement and I sigh.
Dixon has notoriously been my means of gathering data on others, his technology skills superior. He’s very aware that Lorcan, the newly proclaimed Night Sector Prince, is equally skilled. Or perhaps even more skilled.
Because it seems he somehow learned of my call with Gold Sector.
A call I need to follow-up on to schedule time to meet in person.
Another day, I decide, lounging in my office chair. Another day that will undoubtedly be very soon, though.
Obsidian Sector.
I’ve been gathering research on that Drakon-Clan domain since our call. But there isn’t much information available.
And there hasn’t been much time to thoroughly investigate Kodiak Sector since our raid last week either.
But it’s all linked somewhat.
The estrus parties.
The Omega slave trade.
Whatever the fuck Obsidian Sector is doing in those Omega labs.
I tap my pen against the desk.
For the first time in a very long time, I feel we’re close to uncovering the truth.
Once we do, we can take it all down.
Dismantle the horrific activities for good.
At least until the next asshole makes a power grab and decides to re-create it all over again.
I grab the back of my neck and growl, irritated with the fate of the world. Irritated with Alpha kind. And irritated with my wolf’s new found obsession with fucking strawberries.
That’s what Nikiski smells like.
The scent is everywhere.
Taunting my inner beast.
Making me think of her naked body pressed against mine for safety.
How my purr roared to life.
