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THE SEEKER’S MENACING dark eyes locked on Alia. He pinned her down, Alia struggled, but she slowly lost the battle. One of his hands came down onto her mouth to keep her from screaming. Alia bit down hard on the hand covering her lips. Anger filled the male’s eyes before he slapped her, the contact smeared his blood on her cheek.
He adjusted his position and gave Alia an edge to get her hand free. The male’s body caught fire, and he backed off her, screaming. There wasn’t a conscious thought running through her head as flames engulfed the seeker’s body. After a few moments, his body collapsed in a heap of burnt flesh at the foot of her bed with his eyes glazed over. Alia moved over to the lifeless body and she screamed. I killed him!
“Alia, you’re okay. I’m here.” Olsen’s voice called out, waking Alia from her nightmare of that awful night. Sweat covered her body and her hands shook. Olsen pulled her into his lap to help calm her down. The sun peered through the blinds. Alia didn’t see anything in the hall and wondered if the body had been moved as she slept.
“I need to go. I need to move again.”
“Slow down. We can talk about this before we make any rash decisions.” Olsen rubbed her back. She looked up into his eyes.
“If they find me, I’m dead.” She paused as she bit her lip. “I don’t know if I can even do magic now. I can’t protect myself, let alone you, from the seekers.” Oh, shit. I’m a werewolf! He cupped her face, rubbing his thumb across her cheek.
“I can protect you. Last night the bastard got lucky. I won’t let it happen again.”
“How can you be so sure?” Alia’s head spun. She didn’t want to be on the run anymore, but she didn’t want to put Olsen in danger. Alia barely knew the man, yet she had a strong pull to protect him. Maybe it’s the same feeling he has right now. The thought reassured her that it was all because of the mating bond. Mate. I have a mate. Holy crap. She didn’t know how exactly to express her feelings, but she knew if she ran away would be fucking painful.
“Like I said last night, you’re my mate. No matter if you’re human, werewolf, witch, or vampire, I will protect you.” Olsen kissed her.
A wave of peace filled her stressed out mind. Maybe he can protect me. The idea of laying in his bed for days, while he fucked her senseless, filled her mind. The magic you used last night is like a big signal for the seekers.
“Well then, you will have to choose me or your pack. All the magic I did saving you the night before, and the magic I did last night, will lead them here.” She knew damn well the eclipse would only magnify the signal for the seekers to find. Hell, they could be close now.
“What if I can have both?”
Alia looked at him. She tried very hard to be calm, but from where she stood, her mate was being ignorant about the danger.
“How?” Every fiber of her being wanted it to be simple. Maybe he really can protect me. Or maybe I’m being naïve.
“Get dressed. You get to meet our alpha.”
“Fine.” She stood and realized her clothes were destroyed last night when she became a werewolf. Alia turned on her heels to face Olsen.
“Don’t worry, I have clothes that will fit those beautiful curves of yours.” He stood and walked to his closet. “My sister leaves a few outfits over here just in case. Soon, I’ll have baby clothes stored too.” He shook his head as he pulled out a small suitcase.
“Here they are. You pick while I make breakfast.” Olsen kissed her head, then walked out of the room. Alia took a deep, cleansing breath before she moved to the clothes. She found two shirts, two pairs of pants, and a summer dress. Alia wanted to be comfortable, so she grabbed the fabric. Try as she might, her love handles were too big for the small jeans. Damn! Paden is freaking skinny when she isn’t pregnant!
With a sigh of discontent, she grabbed the black flower dress and pulled it on. The dress fit snug on her wider form, but didn’t pinch her like she expected. Alia looked in the mirror and saw the white fabric of her underwear under the bed. She turned and grabbed them, feeling a bit of relief. Alia pulled them on then glanced at herself in the full-length mirror.
“You look good.”
Alia glanced up from her reflection to meet Olsen’s blue gaze in the mirror. “A little tighter than I like, but it will do.” She turned to face him.
“I always liked women with meat on their bones.” He pinned her body against the mirror hanging on the wall.
“We should probably eat breakfast.” Her breath quickened. A sudden urge to have him inside her coursed through her body.
“We have a few minutes to spare.” He wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting the dress up. His index finger looped around her underwear and pulled them down. Alia bit her lip the moment her panties hit the floor, careful to step out of them.
Olsen’s toned muscles bulged as he removed his black robe, sending a shiver through Alia’s body. He grabbed her hips to lift her against the wall with ease. His cock needed no guidance as he plunged deep inside her.
“Oh my...” Alia moaned, leaning her head back. Olsen nibbled on her exposed neckline. For a moment, he kept her full with his swollen cock.
“All mine,” he whispered. Olsen picked a sudden fast pace, and bounced Alia’s body against his cock. How can this feel so damn good? Within moments, she was close to her finish. He picked up his speed while his canines dug into her extra-sensitive flesh, and sent her over the edge. Her orgasm rippled under her skin as it pulled her soul closer to Olsen. As she came down, Olsen’s cock throbbed with his finish. He growled next to her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. His lips found hers while still deep inside her.
“You’re not allowed to run away from me.” His voice had a commanding side to it. Alia nodded while biting her tongue, so she didn’t say anything. Gently, he placed her down. “Now, I have worked up an appetite.” He winked. Olsen led her into the kitchen and pulled a pan of bacon out of the oven, then set it on the table.
“What kind of eggs do you like?”
“Scrambled, please.” He nodded and quickly prepared them. Moments passed in silence except for toast popping up and eggs sizzling. The combined smell made Alia’s mouth water. One thing she would never admit; she had a tendency of forgetting to eat. Working at a hospital made it difficult to get three solid meals, some days even snacks were hard to find.
“Tell me something about yourself.” Olsen finally broke the silence.
She grabbed a slice of bacon from the plate in front of her. “What do you want to know?” Alia asked after swallowing a mouthful of the crunchy goodness.
“How about your family?” He watched her when he sat next to her. He quietly waited while he dished up their plates.
“Well... Umm...” She paused, not knowing where to begin. She didn’t like discussing her family, but knowing Olsen so far, he would drag it out of her whether she wanted it to come out or not. “My mom left me at the age of five, and I never met my dad. Actually, I take it back, he left when I was a few months old.” Alia kept her eyes on her food.
“Why?”
“My dad was in this group the coven didn’t like. They always changed the topic when I asked, so I stopped asking. When I was five, my mom left after she left me with my aunt. I guess she searched for my dad and never came back. To this day, I don’t know if they are alive or dead.” Alia finished her slice of bacon, then looked up at Olsen. Sympathy filled his gaze, she hated that look. She never brought up family for that reason.
“Who raised you then?”
“My Aunt Jina took me in the night my mother left.” She pushed back some of her hair and looked at the man stealing her heart. “Before I ran, I made a plan to track her down. But if I used the spell now, they would probably catch me before I would have found the answers I need.”
“Once we get this settled, we can search for her.”
“I would like that.” A light smile touched her lips. Relief washed over her, as a weight lifted off of her chest. She didn’t have this need to hide anything from Olsen. Her body screamed she could trust him.
“Well, Jina did a good job.” A tap on the door made Alia jump, her eyes scanning the room to the front door. “It’s our alpha, calm down.” Olsen stood and placed his hand on her shoulder. His calm smile helped lower her heightened state.
Olsen opened the door to a huge male, standing tall, with dark brown hair reaching his shoulders, bright blue eyes, and a rugged jaw line. He walked in with grace.
“Alia, this is the alpha, Derrick.” The alpha smiled at her. Alia stood and entered the living room.
“Hello.” Alia smiled back to Derrick.
“We need to talk,” Olsen said moving closer to Alia.
“What’s going on?” The alpha still stood. His body radiated power, she couldn’t quite look him in the eye as she took in his strong stance.
“As you know, the hunter is dead.”
“Yes, Aiden called last night. How?” Derrick asked.
“Pretty sure he tracked my scent from our scuffle and searched for me. I don’t think he suspected Alia could defend herself.”
Olsen’s face brightened up at the mention of Alia’s name. She liked the glow in his eyes. Once he was safe, she needed a plan to run. It was the working strategy she had come up with. He will be my ride; he will be safe, then I can leave him so he will no longer be in danger. Her fingers moved toward her hair again.
“Now that you’re a werewolf, can you still practice magic?” Derrick’s attention shifted toward Alia. Her body froze for a second longer than she liked. Alia didn’t want to be perceived as weak in front of Derrick.
“How did you know I was a witch?” She didn’t like how he knew about her having magical abilities. It made her stomach uneasy. You should get the hell out of here. Her eyes turned toward Olsen, and bile rose to her throat, thinking about never seeing his beautiful eyes again. Or never feeling his soft touch made her skin run cold.
“A human woman wouldn’t be able to kill a hunter without having secret talents. I can smell that you’re a newbie though.” Derrick’s face didn’t give away any emotions at all.
“I haven’t tried using magic since I was turned. I have been trying not to practice, as the seekers can sense magic. My magic—” Her voice cut out. What if I can’t perform magic anymore? Her stomach turned upside down, fear sending shivers over her skin. The slice of bacon threatened to make a reappearance on Olsen’s carpet flooring. Never being able to practice magic scared the hell out of her. She would lose everything. I will lose the only way to track my mother.