Page 6 of Knot your Princess
“Oh, I’ve not even started yet, princess,” he says casually, placing his mug down on the counter next to me. “I don’t want to do this anymore than you want me to. But I like it here. I like my job, and this pack. I respect your dad and the way he does things around here. If you fuck with that by being a little brat, then you and me are going to have a problem. Nod if you understand.”
My stomach churns, and I feel sick. My head spins as I glare at him with loathing to my very soul. I knew he was a bit of a dick, he has to be to do his job, but this just goes beyond it all.
Without acknowledging his condescending request, I turn on my heel and leave the kitchen, heading down to my room and slamming the door shut behind me, tears pricking my eyes.
This has gone from bad to worse. The only bright spot is that now that I’ve left the stifling atmosphere in the kitchen, I feel a bit better. Cooler and less sick and dizzy.
“Fucking wanker,” I mutter and fling myself on the bed, crawling under the duvet and allowing myself to cry for my pitiful life that sometimes doesn’t feel like living.
ChapterSix
Atlas
Leaning over the table, staring at the plans like I have been doing for the past half an hour, I look up when Gary, my superior officer, walks in.
“You ready?” he asks, jabbing his finger on the table.
“Yeah. When do you see me intercepting the target?”
“There is an event tomorrow. You’ve got an invite, so you will make contact there. I cannot express to you enough, Atlas, that the IPP is counting on you to get into Sophia Quinn’s life and onto that compound so we can take a look around.”
“I know, I know. You don’t have to give me the spiel.” I’m fully aware of everything that is riding on this. I’ve been with the Inter-pack Parliament for about five years now and working undercover for three. It was an easy transition for me to make because I can be anyone you want me to be. Sophia Quinn wants a cinnamon roll, I will smother her with sweetness. If she wants a bad boy, I’ll slam her up against the wall and fuck her while choking her. It really is that simple.
It also helps that the target is beautiful and aloof. She has caught my attention in all the wrong ways, but fuck, if I’m not halfway in love with her already. We’ve been spying on her for months. She is Quinn’s weakest link. Surrounded constantly while she is outwhenshe is out, she is not an easy target, but more so than anyone else. She is the prized omega, and anyone vying to mate with her will be assessed by Quinn down to the colour of the boxers he’s wearing.
Not that I wear any.
This job is clawing at me. I want to get Quinn so bad, but knowing I have to use Sophia to get to him is the icing on the cake. I’m going to lead her as far up the garden path as I can and hope when this all comes crashing down, she is so in love with me, she forgives me.
Not fucking likely.
From what we’ve seen, she inherited her mother’s fiery temper, and that is a force to be reckoned with.
She will likely claw my eyes out while kicking me in the nuts.
The thought makes my cock go hard, which just shows you how fucked up I am. No one at the IPP can know that I’ve got secret recordings of Sophia that I watch over and over again. None of them can know I’ve been monitoring her,spyingon her, trying to get into her head so that when the time comes, I know exactly which buttons to push.
I’m close.
Real close to having her right where I want her. I run a hand through my dark hair and straighten up as Gary gives me a fierce glare as my thoughts wander away from the mission and to Sophia Quinn’s gorgeous rack.
“Let’s go through this plan one more time,” he barks. “Tomorrow at precisely 2.00 PM, you will enter the event and go directly to the back office where you will pick up the cam and a concealed weapon. Things might go sideways if you’re caught, but you’re on your own.”
“Got it.”
“Listen to me, arsehole, if you mess this up, I’m going to have your hide. Slow and steady. Don’t jump out at her and start pawing at her.”
I glare, affronted. “What kind of animal do you take me for?” As much as I’d love to jump on her instantly, she is a delicate creature, slightly skittish around strangers as she’s been taught to be. This is going to be a challenge, but one I’m really looking forward to.
With a final nod, Gary leaves me alone. Staring at the plans of the compound again, or the plans we have botched together as best we can, anyway, I wait for a beat and then pull out the small, black smartphone that is separate from my work phone.
I tap the screen, and a video comes up. Pressing play, I resist the urge to groan out loud as I see a video of Sophia riding cock in the back of her daddy’s Range Rover.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my dick going stiff. It was one of the hardest cams to get on her, but I know my shit. Quinn and I aren’t strangers. He knows who my undercover persona is, and we’ve met in the back of that car. I don’t even know how I managed to get that wireless cam up without being noticed. It’s a bit of a blur. The adrenaline was pumping, but I needed eyes on Sophia. Private eyes. Just for me. Quinn is seriously cagey, though. Pretending to be a lone alpha sniffing around for a pack is a plausible excuse, but Quinn doesn’t take any old arsehole who asks to join his pack. There are tests, meets, interviews. My background check held out, but when he gets an inkling I’m after his daughter, that will go much, much deeper.
Grinning, I stash the phone in my back pocket and head out of the cabin to walk in the woods away from the IPP base, on the opposite side of the massive lake that sits on the far edge of the Quinn compound.
Deep enough in the trees, I pull out the phone again and unzip my pants. My dick is aching with the need for a release. I need a quick wank while watching Sophia getting railed by her bodyguard. I’m already twitching at the thought of it. I’ve watched this recording so many times, I know it by heart: every breath, every pant, every murmur.
