Page 32 of The Breeding Cave
Did they really fuck in front of each other? Was that why Molly was okay with it?
Once I gathered my thoughts—or at least came down from the high—I crawled over to my side of the bed and grabbed my teacup. The sweet scent of the hot tea drifted through my nostrils, stronger than last time.
Or maybe that was how it seemed because the other teacup hadn’t had the same scent.
No, it smelled different somehow. Not as strong or as … potent.
Deciding that it was just my imagination playing tricks on me, I slipped out of bed naked and walked to the window while sipping on the tea. I pulled back the curtains and stared down at the city.
So, this is my life now?
Unable to coerce a beast to give me ten million dollars in cash.
Life could definitely be worse, but—who knows?—maybe it’ll take a turn today at work.
I took another sip. Work.
My eyes widened as I peered at the digital clock on the nightstand.
Shit! I’m late for work.
“Oh no,” I whispered, scrambling up in the bed and hurrying to grab my clothes where he had laid them out last time. I stumbled around in the room, the darkness making it hard to see anything. “I’m gonna get in so much trouble!”
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
LUCIANO
“Alpha Theo paid me a visit yesterday afternoon,” I said to Brent, who stood in my office.
Just outside the window, I spotted Yeosin reading through some documents. I had made it to work just before she did—a half hour later than our typical start time—and I planned to question her about her tardiness later …
Just to make her squirm.
“Oh, yeah?” Brent asked, lounging in the cushioned chair across from me and tossing a tangerine in the air. When he caught it, he tore into it with a single claw. “What’d that asshole want anyway? Probably something?—”
“He’s made a pact with the Colossals.”
Brent stopped peeling the tangerine and looked over at me through wide eyes. “He what?”
“I’d warned him against it, but he already made contact. One of his many surrogates was taken by the Dragon Clan, and I fear that Yeosin is next.”
“Who’s Yeosin?”
A low growl escaped my throat, and I hardened my gaze. “Alana.”
Yeosin’s American name tasted sour on my tongue. She had told me to call her that last night, but by the look on her face, I could tell that she was lying. Plus, every time I did say her name, her arousal became stronger.
“You’re mating with Alana?”
“We’re not mates.”
A grin stretched across his face. “Sure you’re not.”
“We’re not.”
“Fine,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “But you’re still mating.”
