Chapter 4. Leave Her Alone

Marcel's Point of View

“I don’t think it was right to let her go,” Loki said.

“What were you going to do to kill her?” The town hates my guts already knowing my men killed someone would be grounds for an uprising.

“At least send her away with a better warning Marcel. You didn’t even flash a fang at her.”

“Come on, she’s just a little human girl scared of her own shadow.”

Loki grumbled. “Pretty face but she has a fearless spirit. See the way she asked you who you were?”

I chuckled recalling the little kitten’s face when I told her what to do.

“Leave her alone Marcel, I mean it.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

I wish I knew why my wolf latched on to her petite hourglass figure too. Her perfect red rose lips. Tradition said it was forbidden for wolves to mate with humans for fear of producing children. I’d been away from my pack for seven years and hadn’t touched a human maybe not until this one.

I shook my head reached for the whiskey bottle on the corner of my desk and filled my glass, leaving none for Loki in front of me. I saw her once and wouldn’t run into her again unless otherwise.

Fuck I didn’t know her name and she was conjuring thoughts I didn’t need right now.

“What do you want me to, Loki?”

“Let me find her—”

I slammed the glass on the table and eyed my right-hand beta. What if all he wanted was to fuck the human?

“You can’t fuck her.”

“Who said anything about that? I want to make sure she doesn’t open her mouth. We’re struggling to gain a majority in the pack and her running her mouth about the Alpha King going around intimidating people isn’t good for us.”

He was right but the cook deserved it. I suspected he was a spy working for Dale pack, run by Riven a notorious Alpha. My brother may have been loved by the pack but he was weak. The first whiff of an invasion he would have crumbled.

The army’s in poor shape, the high-rank betas are a joke, and the general is over sixty years old and can barely shift. Is this what my Father wanted when he chose Malik over me? A joke of a pack?

There was a lot to fix in the pack I didn’t have time to chase a petite pink uniform.

“Fine. I’ll track her down and take care of it,” I found myself saying.

“Do I need to get a dumping site ready?”

“Get out.”

***

What was I doing? Sitting in my car parked across from the oldest restaurant in town. The sun had set and she still hadn’t come out. I couldn’t snatch her with the parking lot loaded with cars.

What would I do when I had her? Did I want to flash red eyes at her and threaten to rip her apart?

I expected her to walk out the front door but for hours she didn’t. Her scent entered the atmosphere and my wolf shifted into high alert. I started the black Porsche, I needed something subtle for this mission. Not long into my drive, I saw her petite frame, clutching her bag closely to her body. She was practically running.

She glanced over her shoulder and squinted. She couldn’t tell it was me because of the tint. I drove in front of her and parked across the sideway blocking her path.

“Hey!”

I rolled down the window and raised a brow at her.

She gripped her bag tighter.

“Relax, darling I don’t want your bag.”

“Well, I don’t know that. What… do you want?”

She shifted back.

“I swear I didn’t… say anything. Leave me alone.”

It was the way she shifted, the way her limbs clung together and the way her eyes wandered awoke an even bigger beast inside me.

“I haven’t threatened you,” I said, resting my arm on the window frame.

“Not yet.”

I chuckled. “Come inside.”

“Are you crazy? Because I’m not.”

“Haven’t we established that I’m not going to hurt you?”

She pressed her rosy lips.

“We’ve also established that I’m not crazy.” She smiled and walked around the car.

I rolled my head back and sighed. Why was I doing this? Now that I started I couldn’t just stop. I put the car in drive and drove at her pace.

“You shouldn’t walk alone after dark,” I said.

“You’re right, I might run into someone like you.”

I laughed. If only she knew I was the Alpha but that mattered little to a human.

“I won’t stop. Get in the car and I’ll let you out when I’m done.”

She stopped, tightening her bag again. She looked over her shoulder. I hated her fear. Who hurt her? Why would they hurt her?

“Fine.”

She walked around the car and entered the passenger seat. She pulled on her seatbelt and sighed heavily.

“How long have you lived here?” I asked calmly but I was raging from sexual tension inside.

“Four weeks,” she replied.

Not long.

“Plan on moving on again?” I asked.

This time I glanced at her. I caught her staring and held her gaze. Those honey-brown eyes were like a siren song. Fuck, I should have let Loki come but I couldn’t risk that knucklehead getting excited.

“Why don’t you just tell me what you want?”

I want to park the car and taste every inch of your skin, I thought.

“I want to know if you’ll be a problem…” I trailed hoping she would grace me with her name.

“I won’t. Go ahead terrorizing people. I’ll mind my own business.”

I slowed in front of a stop sign.

“I wasn’t terrorizing him. It’s none of your business but your cook isn’t so innocent.”

She sucked in her bottom lip and I battled the moan.

“That means you aren’t either.”

Silence passed between us. I don’t remember an innocent time. I wasn’t good for her.

“Sorry to disappoint you.”

“I’m not disappointed. Let me off here.”

“No, I’m taking you home. Don’t try to argue with me.”

She sighed heavily. She gave me directions to the shady part of town. Where Loki found a Dale pack member and beat him to shit. I drove to an alley where a set of stairs went upwards seemingly into the sky.

“Thanks,” she mumbled and climbed out of the Porsche.

“Keep your mouth shut,” I said raising a brow.

“Trust me. I will.”

With everything going on, she was a delicious trap set just for me. I’d done reckless things but this would be the one with the biggest consequences.