My entire room glowed.
From the walls to the bedding to the fucking rug on the floor.
Along with the glow, there was a set of giant, red dragon eyes peering down at me, also invisible until darkness hit. Below he’d written the wordsGame on, bestie.
The red was a stark contrast to the rest of the room, which was greeny-yellow. “Slade,” I finally breathed as Kellan burst in through my door, staring around in wide-eyed shock.
Okay, so yep, the dragon had most definitely noticed my prank, and he’d absolutely out-pranked me in return.Holy goddess.
CHAPTER 46
SLADE
The meeting with the executives from our Australian offices wrapped up quicker than expected, and as Hunter shut down the projector, I leaned back in my chair and waited for the room to clear.
It was late, well past our usual quitting time, but no one had complained about waiting for our Australian conglomerate. We weren’t assholes to work for, or at least Hunter wasn’t, and for the most part, if they did their jobs properly we didn’t micromanage. At least Hunter didn’t.
I enjoyed existing in the shadows, while keeping tabs on our staff via the internet to ensure that none of them ever took advantage of Hunter’s trust. No one would dare steal, slack off, or lie and manipulate at Reeves Industries.
They knew the consequences if they stepped over the line.Iwas the consequences.
Lately, my focus had been on internal pack life, but with my surveillance programs doing most of the work in the background, nothing was slacking here either.
While Hunter finalized our last shipments with help from Casey, I whipped out my phone and hit the app to connect with our home security. Scrolling between the various rooms, I foundEmme immediately. I’d installed a tracker on her phone, and for once she had it on her.
After ensuring she was safe, I took a second to check for any external threats, not that I didn’t trust our security system to alert me, but it never hurt to doublecheck.
Then I could get back to my favorite new hobby: keeping an eye Emmeline Anders.
The omega was nothing like I’d expected.
I’d thought she’d be weak and meek, ready to cave at any alpha command. Instead, she was strong and feisty, with a vulnerable core that confused as much as it intrigued me. It should drive me—and my beast—out of our minds to have this messy, complicated creature upsetting the status quo. But she had the opposite effect. I was starting to crave the chaos she scattered about my day.
Amusement danced through me just thinking about this littleprank warshe’d instigated. I’d known the second she’d entered my room the other night, and instead of rage I’d found myself curious about what she was up to. The device she’d used to scramble the security feeds, which ironically was Reeves Industries tech, wasn’t strong enough to circumvent my setup. I’d watched as she raced through the halls, and then darted around my sacred space, placing small, clear objects into unobvious spots.
Objects I hadn’t recognized until that night. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt as amused as when I switched off the lights and dozens of tiny green dragons glowed at me from their perches around the room. I’d even left them there to see again tonight.
Emme was, as Hunter said, an anomaly we hadn’t expected. She completely disturbed the natural order, and whether it ended up being for better or worse, I was all in to find out now.
On my screen, Emme entered her room, and my dragon stirred in my chest. This was the first time she’d been back since I’d dragged her out this morning for training, and I’d had a little time when she was with Kellan for my side of the next prank.
The simple challenge of a prank war felt odd, but it also stirred a deeper obsession I couldn’t explain. All I knew was I could not tear my gaze from the screen as I waited for her reaction.
Besties who prank each other.
My poor little Snow. She had no idea what being my “bestie” entailed, and it was too late for her to take it back now. She had my attention, for better or worse.
“Emme okay?” Hunter asked, leaning against the boardroom table. “As per usual, she’s not answering my messages. I swear, she forgets she has a phone at least half the time.”
My response was clipped, most of my focus on her hand as she reached for the light switch. “Like you’re not watching her as well. You know she’s perfectly fine.”
Hunter shrugged and didn’t deny it: “You watch closer.”
Very true.
When she switched off the light, the monitoring system reverted to the greenish glow of night vision, and Emme took a second to look around. As her newly glowed-up room registered, she scrambled up her bed, which got Hunter’s attention.
“What’s wrong?” he snapped. “Is there someone in the room with her?” Only self-preservation and years of learning the hard way stopped him from snatching the phone from me. His own device was out in the next second, and I would guess he was dialing Kellan.
