Page 97 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

I shot Sasha a knowing look with my eyes slitted in annoyance. Yes, I was a bear and pride came with the territory, but one thing I wasn’t was stupid. The little female had dug her claws in just enough to remind me of my demand that she speak with me alone earlier in her own territory.

I nodded for her to continue.

She rolled her shoulders back and let out a frustrated huff. “I have decided that I will help you with your investigations of the human murders.”

The breath stalled in my lungs. Nothing could have prepared me for the shock I felt at that moment. I blinked, attempting to quell my satisfaction. It would only irritate the female. Now, I could solve this problem and remove the stain from the werebears’ reputation. It could prevent a war that would be too costly for both sides. I heard the purring in my mind, the damn bear preening for Sasha. I paused. To work with Sasha meant exclusive time spent with the female. Time to eye her delicious curves, feast my gaze on the swell of her breasts.

Then, my father’s face flashed to memory. The grooves bracketed his grin as he saluted a farewell before taking a group on patrol. That was the last time I saw him alive.

The next time I saw him, someone had ripped his throat out, the stench of wolves covered his body.

I shook my head, as thoughts rendered me speechless.

Get your head out of her ass! She’s the enemy. A damn wolf.

Sasha pursed her plump lips, waiting for my decision, and my cock twitched.I’m fucked.

I pasted a cocky grin on my face, biting back a snarl. “Glad you finally came around, darling.”

A soft growl rumbled from her throat. She approached my desk and placed her hands on top of the cool wood. From this position, she towered over me.

“If we’re going to work together, we are co-leading this operation,” Sasha said. “That means we pool our resources. My pack has hackers and informers that I’ve already ordered to gather intel.” She pushed away from the desk and placed her hands on her hips. “Send your bears out to research—start asking around—based on said intel.”

All I could do was stare, slack-jawed, like an idiot. My brain had abandoned me and my cock was near to bursting. How sick was it that I found her dominance such a damn turn-on?

“Police files show that they have targeted multiple trails.” Nick, one of Sasha’s informants, informed us.

We stood in a large cabin, no bedrooms to be seen, only a centralized living room. Computers and top-of-the-line equipment outfitted multiple desks, flanked the four walls. My eyes tracked the kid working at his station as he clicked on page after page of data on the screen. And the male was a kid, no older than nineteen, thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, freckles smattering his face.

“You hacked classified files?” I raised a brow.

Nick glared at me from under his black rims, clenching his teeth. “Yea.”

The kid, like the rest of the latents that sat at their respective desks, didn’t want me around.

Well, tough tits.

I straightened and pushed my dominance out, letting the power roll off me. If this runt wanted to throw down, I’d take him up on it. Gladly.

“Nick…” Sasha said. A soft warning.

The kid’s shoulders sagged, his lower lip jutting out as he lowered his gaze and returned to typing on the keyboard. Shock punched through me. The runt was sulking.

“Like I said, the files have pulled up multiple trails.” Nick peered up and rolled his eyes.

Sasha bent at the waist and squinted at the screen. “Which trails?”

Nick pointed them out. “Ousel Falls, Golden Trout Lake, Yellow Mules Trailhead, Beehive Basin, Teepee Creek… the list goes on.”

“Forward those coordinates to my phone.” Sasha stood and turned to me. “I’ll send my men out.” With lifted brows, she added, “And You’ll be doing the same?”

I nodded. “I’ll make a call to Amber. She can whip up a group to head out.”

“Good. Then that leaves you and I to…” She stared back at the screen. “…check out the Uplands Trail.”

My inner bear growled at the idea of Sasha going to the scene of the crime, where the killer could still lurk?

“The hell you are!” I barked at her.

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