If I had a pound for every time I thought about murdering my father in cold blood, I’d be fucking rich. But it’s easier said than done. The man has powers that even witches can’t fathom. My mother would know, and the thought makes my head grow dark.
“If it backfires, it could end us,” I growl.
Felix tilts his head. “Well, at least it’ll be something worth fighting for. That way, people aren’t living in fear that this man will come bounding into their lives and destroy everything.”
A world without my father means I can live in calmness with Evan by my side. No more hiding. No more pretending. No more looking over my shoulder.
“This isn’t something we can plan overnight,” I state.
“I agree,” Felix declares. “It’s going to take a while, especially to get him at his weakest.”
I glance at Carson and Aimee. “Can you make sure you send over all the details you’ve got of his whereabouts, sightings, anything that you think is worth noting down?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
My eyes find Felix’s again.
“It’s been a long time coming, brother,” he says. “We can’t keep putting it off. We’re not living like this, and our pack deserves better. We’ve managed to get them to trust us finally, now we’ve got to get the rest on board before we lose them.”
I drag a hand over my face before cupping my jaw. “You’re right,” I confess. “Once I get the information, we can sit down and figure out a plan.”
Felix’s shoulders droop an inch as he seems to relax a little. “We’ve got this.”
“I’m going to shower,” I say. “We’ll make a start on this tonight.”
The second I leave the office and head upstairs to my bedroom, I try not to let thoughts of my father consume me. Trying to track him down and strike when he least expects it isn’t going to be easy.
As I step into my bedroom, I’m swarmed by the scent of cherries. I inhale a calming breath as my eyes flick around the room to find Evan standing by my bed, staring up at the painting on the wall.
“Pups—”
He glances over at me. “Hi.”
“What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”
Evan looks sheepish, but nods. “Everything okay with you?”
“It will be,” I murmur.
Without hesitation, he lunges at me, and I manage to slam the door shut as he wraps his arms around my neck, and presses his lips to mine. A groan crawls up my throat as I slip my arm around his lower waist, our chests flush against one another.
My lips work between his softly but desperately at the same time. Gentle aggression that makes me throb inside. The second our tongues come into contact, I can’t help but moan at the sensations that hit me. He pushes me backwards until my legs hit the bed, and I fall onto my sheets.
He wastes no time in crawling up and over my body, his legs on either side of mine. I watch him with wild eyes and swollen lips.
I cup the side of his face as he shoves up the fabric of my T-shirt and kisses along my tattooed torso. My head spins at the current situation—I’m unsure if it’s even real life.
“Evan,” I whisper as he peeks those blue eyes up at me. “What are you doing?”
He drags his tongue over his teeth in a seductive manner that makes my chest concave. “Thanking you for all your help.”
My nostrils flare at the tone of his voice. “Evan, you don’t need?—”
“I want to do this,” he says as he slips his fingers into the waistband of my shorts teasingly. “Please let me do this.”
The pleading expression in his eyes could fucking kill me. I groan with a slow nod. Evan’s eyes drop down to where my cock has sprung free, and he pauses. I’m almost fully hard, but he’s not staring at the thickness of my cock, he’s staring at the metal piercing that’s through the tip.
He blinks once and then twice. “Wh–” he pauses, looking completely dumbfounded. “You have a piercing.”
