They’d all donned matching overalls. Monster was placing the weapons in the toolboxes as he spoke.
“Kansas?” Monster didn’t look up, but he heard Kansas grunt. “Do you think she used the mating medicine they used on Carys’s mom?”
“I don’t see how they could have made it for you without your DNA. There was nothing I found to suggest they can synthesize that.”
Ulf perked up at his words.
“They do have mine and could’ve made a drug based on mine. But I kissed her and nothing.” That made him wonder.
“Is there a reason it wouldn’t work?”
“Well, if the person already has a mate, has met them, or their true mate has otherwise started the calling process, no drug can override that.” The hope that Ulf had seemed to deflate for both man and beast. They’d never met her before that night.
He wanted to ask more, like would him sitting at the bar count as met, but the prospect had already thrown the van in park.
They arrived at Cliff’s before Monster was ready to face the man who had an unknown connection to his pixie. No, not his anything. He felt he owed her something for her impact on Ulf, but that was where he had to draw the line.
“Looks like he has company,” Zachery commented, motioning to a vehicle parked toward the back of the house.
“Fuck,” Monster cursed when he saw where the prospect was pointing. Anger suffused him, but it was almost a whine that laced the word.
Prowler turned to him. “You got this? Or do you wanna stand guard out here, brother? Your call.”
Inside. We must be inside. Ulf grit out in his head.
“I’m good.” Monster needed the pain, and Ulf needed to see for himself.
Prowler nodded at Ghoul to gain entry.
“Door’s unlocked. Should we be suspicious?”
“Go time,” Prowler whispered as Ghoul closed the door silently behind him. Setting the toolboxes down, they extracted their silenced weapons.
On Prowler’s hand signals, they made their way deeper into the house. Voices were coming from Cliff’s office. Monster clenched his teeth so hard his molars were on the verge of cracking when the feminine voice drifted on the air and settled in his ears.
Carys.
Ulf howled, but Monster could feel the hope he harbored that all of this was a misunderstanding.
Hearing her voice caused him to trip over his own feet, but he caught himself before he landed on the marble. Yeah, marble. As it was, his boot gave a small squeak. Everyone froze, waiting to see if they had been heard. No one came, and the conversation never lulled.
Prowler gave them the signal to advance.
The office door was open, and they staged themselves around it.
“Speaking of monsters, how is your new fuck buddy? Did you gather any information for me or just ride his disgusting biker cock all night? So much like your mother. I will say, darling, I didn’t think you’d go so far as to fuck the man, but I respect your commitment to help take down the Kings.”
While he didn’t sprout fur, Ulf had taken over and was fully in the driver’s seat. Monster stepped into the open doorway.
Looking at Carys’s back, he felt his heart being torn to tiny pieces, like a ripped-up love note.
She turned and their eyes clashed.
Rage threatened to overtake him, and it took every ounce of control he had to hold on to his skin in Ulf’s pain.
The words they’d heard were damning. She’d been sent to spy on him and his club for Cliff. The thought that she might still be his mate was bitter bile in the back of his throat.
“Monster,” she breathed. “I?—”
