Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
There are two pack guards sitting in a sedan parked in front of Madison’s building. I glance their way to see if they overheard.
One of them nods through the window at me and gives me a salute.
I growl under my breath and press the intercom again. “May I please come up?” I drop my voice on the word please because it hurts to grovel to a human.
Madison is up there now. I know because her temptress of a roommate just said “we.”
“Nope.” Aubrey pops the p at the end of the word, and I wish to hell it didn’t remind me of how she looked sucking a blowpop. How much I wanted those pillowy lips wrapped around my dick when I first spoke to her.
But that’s never going to happen. I don’t do humans–not even for funsies.
And it’s obviously not why I’m here.
I start to say that I’m here to get Madi to safety, but I know how stubborn that female can be when she’s mad. Besides, she will be sure to point out that there are already two wolves on guard duty.
Fuck. There’s no option but to humble myself. Otherwise, she won’t trust me to keep her safe.
I clear my throat. “I’m here to apologize.”
There’s a pause, then Aubrey’s sultry voice comes back on. “Well, this will be interesting. Come on up, Wall Street.”
The buzzer goes off, and I throw the door open. There’s no elevator, so I take the stairs up to their apartment.
The front door is open, which makes the protective part of me snarl. The Adalwulfs could come after Madi at any point again. Doesn’t she know that?
And what if that hippie roommate of hers got hurt in the crossfire? The idea of any inch of her glorious body being injured makes me gnash my teeth.
“Why is this door open?” I snarl.
Aubrey stands in the doorway. Her braids sweep her slender shoulders, shifting and spilling as she leans against the doorframe. Her lips curve into a cruel smirk as her eyes narrow.
My trousers get tight.
“For you, obviously.” The words bounce inside my head several times over. Like my dick wanted to hear them on repeat, and my brain complied.
I want to push past her, but something stops me.
Almost like I’m afraid if I get too close, if I happen to brush against that dark skin or draw in her honey and nutmeg scent, I’ll lose focus.
I’m here for my alpha.
She eyes me up and down then pushes off the doorframe in a languid, graceful movement and steps back to let me in.
Madi’s at the kitchen sink, washing her hands.
The sofa is askew, as if they pushed it back, which makes sense because a broom and dustpan lean against the wall.
They clean their own apartment.
Well, of course they do. Aubrey works in a cafe. Madi makes enough to afford a housekeeper, though.
I stride into the apartment, pick up the end of the sofa and drop it back where it belongs. I can’t stand crooked lines or things out of place. It’s not until I catch the startled look on Aubrey’s face do I realize that I should’ve made that look at least a little harder.
Madi turns to face me but stays in the kitchen, keeping the breakfast counter between us. She gives me a cool, assessing look.
It occurs to me that she’s never been afraid of me–or of any of us. Perhaps that’s why I disliked her. This young, twenty-two-year-old had enough confidence and emotional resiliency to take on the upper echelon of Wall Street and master her job without ever showing weakness.
Maybe she is more fit to be Brick’s mate than I gave her credit for.
“Brick’s in trouble.” I didn’t mean to lead with that, but it gets her attention.
The composed mask drops away from her face, replaced by alarm.
I pace closer, stopping on the other side of the breakfast counter, keeping the barrier between us, so she feels safe.
“I came to get you, but I…” I look around the apartment as if the right words might be on top of the refrigerator. Or hanging on the wall next to the bold color study painting. Or behind the electric guitar propped against the television. “I recognize that I owe you an apology.”
Aubrey snorts somewhere behind me. I want to teach her some manners. See how she takes correction when she’s naked and over my lap. Find out the texture and taste of her arousal after I punish her.
I force those thoughts away.
“You do.” Madi sounds imperious. Under normal circumstances that tone would irritate me.
Today, her inner strength and certainty give me hope.
My alpha’s life is on the line. Our entire pack may not survive this day. But if we do…I actually think Madi could come out of the shadows and lead as our luna.
The thought shocks me, but I’m glad for it.