Page 9 of Targeted By Temptation
“Well, he said he was just messing around with him until Mr. Right came along. And I gave him an earful and told him to break it off or tell the guy the truth.”
As I opened the passenger door for my mate, I glanced over my shoulder. But he froze, the fear in his eyes not mingling with relief.
“I—”
“Look, you need to get away from here. I can do that for you. If you want, I’ll let you out near a metro station and you’ll never hear from me again.”
Please don’t take that option,my wolf and I thought in unison.
He sort of fell into the seat, and I raced around to the other side and drove off. There was no sign of the Beta when I looked in the rearview mirror, thank goodness.
“You know who I am, so can you tell me your name?” I was having a hard time concentrating because his scent was doing a number on my head, both the one on my shoulders and the other one.
“Reign.”
That was suitably regal, and I wondered if the guy came from an aristocratic family. If so, why was he hiding in a storeroom? Maybe a knight in shining armor was looking for him.
Reign pressed himself against the door with one hand gripping the handle.
“I won’t hurt you. I could never.” That last sentence got a raised brow from Reign.
“You keep saying that.” His voice was quivering. “But I don't know you. I don't know why you're helping me.”
Him feeling nervous and cautious about me was understandable. I’d yanked him out of hiding into my car and we were headed into the wild blue yonder.
“I was at the Stravon compound on business and needed a beer after… after waiting for a meeting that never happened.”
“Lucky you. I wish my meeting would never happen.” He clasped his hands in his lap. He was disillusioned with the Stravons, so much so that he was running away from them. Debt. It had to be because he owed them money. “So you do business with them, the Stravons?”
“No, it’s not like that. I was delivering a package.”
He harrumphed. “You don’t look like a delivery boy.”
“It was for my brother’s… organization. Nothing to do with me, really.” I sounded like a drug mule.
We were close to the freeway out of the city and there was a metro station nearby. “Your choice. The metro or we head out of town and get you away from whoever is making your life a misery.”
I slowed the car, and my wolf beseeched me not to let Reign go. One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three. I was almost out of road and had to make a choice. A car behind me beeped because I was almost at a standstill, and my wolf was battering my insides, demanding I lock the doors and mate Reign.
“Highway.”
I cut in front of that asshat who had beeped and was trying to overtake me and zoomed onto the freeway, as I was anxious to put as many miles as possible between us and the Stravon pack.
The silence inside the car allowed me to consider the possible repercussions of not meeting the Stravon Alpha in person. Boaz would be apoplectic but when he heard I was helping my fated mate escape from I didn’t know what, he’d understand. Or I hoped he would.
“You’re not related to the Stravons and you don’t work for them? Is that right?” I needed details.
“No and no. I’m not their greatest fan.”
I wanted to know why he had to get away. I’d fight for him or pay the money he owed, but until I understood his predicament, I could do little except take him somewhere safe.
“I was supposed to be one of them.”
That got my attention.
Is he a latent wolf?My beast wanted to know.
He didn’t scent of shifter, but that was no guarantee.
