Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Are you lost?” Her voice is whiskey on the rocks. Startlingly smooth.
But an even bigger surprise is her scent. It hits me, nearly knocking me backward. It has earthy tones, honey and nutmeg with hints of Egyptian spices. I fight the hold it has on me because it comes on like a full assault. Energy surges within my cells–sending forth a burst of power. It feels like the ferocity of a hunt combined with the release of four orgasms packed into one.
For a moment, I can’t think. All I can do is blink, continuing to drag in that dangerous aroma. To solve my dilemma, I stop breathing. I hold my inhale until my head clears, and then I let it slowly out.
“Why do you ask that?”
She sweeps her gaze up and down my body, and I realize what she sees. Even without the tie, I’m far too well-dressed for this place in my two thousand dollar Armani suit and nine hundred dollar shoes. I shake my cuff down over my Rolex.
She takes a long suck on the blow pop, and my dick jerks in my trousers, apparently jealous. She removes it with a popping sound. “You look lost.”
“I’ll take an espresso.”
She lifts up off her forearms but doesn’t scurry to make my drink. Like she thinks I have all the time in the world to stare at her staring at me. She gives a slow nod. “You look like an espresso man.”
My upper lip curls. “What does that mean?”
She lifts an elegant shoulder, turning away like she has better things to do. I can’t tell whether she’s making my drink or not. She moves around behind the counter, still in no apparent rush.
I try to control my rage–at least that’s what I think it is, except it’s so tinged with sexual tension, it almost renders me helpless.
It’s absurd to let a human’s scent affect me. She’s attractive, sure. But the farthest thing from my type. So far, I wouldn’t even fuck her as a one-off.
I’m not sure my dick agrees, though, so I drag my gaze away from her ass to scan the bulletin board behind the counter. This one isn’t covered in flyers, it’s packed with photos.
Lots of them feature the lovely barista Aubrey. Apparently, she’s been working here for years because in some of them, she appears young–still a teen.
And then my gaze snags on something interesting.
My wolf snarls with satisfaction. This is why my instincts told me to come here. Not because the human has a scent that makes me forget every woman I’ve ever had writhing beneath me. Not because she makes me want to break my hard rule of never, ever dallying with a human.
No. It’s exactly what I came here seeking.
A photo of Aubrey and Madison and an older woman with a shaved head holding Occupy Wall Street signs.
I knew she was a fraud!
I knew there was something off about Madison the moment I met her, and this proves it. Why would she take a job on Wall Street if she hates it? Supposedly to help pay her brother’s college tuition, but he got a scholarship, and she’s still at Moon Co, doing her best to wrap my alpha around her pinkie finger.
I know who she’s really working for. Her first month at Moon Co, Madison came into the office smelling like the Adalwulfs. She claimed she went into their building accidentally, but I don’t believe it.
And then there was the way Aiden Adal-fuck showed interest in her. He pretended to want to order her from the room, but it was a test to see what Brick would do. He knows the human is Brick’s weakness.
Worse are the rumors the Adalwulfs are circulating. I have spies embedded in their pack, and they report the seeress has a new prophecy. The Blackthroat king has a weakness. She will destroy all he desires.
It might be bogus. The crone has been right before, but it would be Machiavellian, to plant a human near Brick to tempt him and then spread a fake rumor of a prophecy.
Whether or not the prophecy is true doesn’t matter. If the Blackthroat pack hears about the prophecy and learns about Brick’s obsession with his secretary, they’ll put two and two together. They’ll fear for their Alpha. The stronger will question his ability to lead us. The weaker might defect. Energized by a crack in our foundation, the Adalwulfs will rally to destroy us.
And if the prophecy is true…it could mean the beginning of the end. I have to stop it.
Madison Evans is part of a plot to bring Brick down. I know it. I just need proof.
Behind me, someone drops a dish and breaks it. “Sorry,” the guy yells as Aubrey’s head whips around. He stoops to pick up the pieces.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it.” She finishes brewing my espresso and hands me the tiny, steaming cup, then abandons her post behind the counter to disappear in the back.