The Kategan Alphas 4 Eternal Temptation

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snatched a paper towel and dabbed her face dry as she left the bathroom.
What was his problem anyways?
Who kisses like that and then growls at her to get out? She limped through the clothing racks and
started picking up jeans and t-shirts, her usual repertoire. Her heart went out for him though. She
could feel the pain he was holding so close to him. What is haunting you, Darien Kategan? His words
came back to her: Tell me yours and I ll tell you mine. Could she really?
Some part of her, a part that was surprisingly not driven by her sex hormones, told her she could help.
It told her that his man needed her. It was probably a load of bull, and she was just drawn to him
because he was sexy. But no, even thinking that felt wrong.
Darien Kategan did intrigue her like no other, but how often was it that someone met a total stranger
and felt such a wild, magnetic pull towards them? Often, she thought, thinking of many quick Vegas
weddings. This was different than that, real. He troubled and needed help. Her help.
With a cocky smile, Cassie turned around and put the jeans and t-shirts she d picked up back on the
shelf. Instead, she went and grabbed a flowery skirt that dropped just to her knees and a white button-
down silk shirt. The thought of him ripping open her shirt eagerly totally had nothing to do with that
decision.
She grabbed some flat shoes that would be comfortable for walking, too. She found a couple more
skirts, shirts, and some cute panties to add to her cart. She loved cute panties. She pouted as she
thought of her big, two-drawer filled dresser back at home err home wasn t quite the word she
wanted to use for that place. More like hell. Yeah, that fit much better.
Checking the time on the clock on the wall, she saw that she still had another thirty minutes. A happy
thought came to her as she paid for her items. Her lykaen needed a gift. She spotted the perfect store
out the window and marked that as her next location.
She grabbed her change from the young cashier and was practically skipping as she left the store. The
sun was shining brightly in the clear sky and the whip of the wind was growing sharper, making her
hair hit her face like soft slaps. She waited for traffic to pass and started to step out onto the street, but
as she took her first step, the wind brought along a scent she was all too familiar with.
Cold fear lodged in her stomach, immobilizing her for several seconds as her mind tried to
comprehend the danger. In slow motion, her head whipped to the left and caught sight of him.
Oh no.
She turned to the right and started running. It was like being in her dream and knee deep in mud
though. No matter how hard she pumped her arms or kicked out her legs, she couldn t move fast
enough. She reached the top of the street and turned to look over her shoulder. He still stood where
he d been. I can still get away. The wind was in her favor, he couldn t scent her like she did him.
Then his head turned and his eyes latched onto hers. His face contorted into a mask of rage, and then
he shouted, the sound so loud, so terrifying the windows along the street vibrated and cracked.
Cassie cried out and kept running. He was coming. He was coming after her, and this wasn t a dream.
She had no time to stop and think, to figure out how he d found this little town. Her only thought was
of survival.
* * *
Cassie sprinted through the streets, turning left and right, without a clue as to where Darien was. The
one thing she knew was that she had to find him.
Brick buildings flew past her as she ran, turning into a blur. She circled around, went down streets
only to turn back up them again, anything to muddy up her scent to spread it around so far he
wouldn t be able to track her.
She panted hard, completely out of breath and her sides were aching hard like a knife had taken up
living between her ribs. She ground her teeth together and ignored it, had to.
There! She finally found his black truck parked out front a florist shop. She turned to go to it, but
something caught her foot and she went flying down to the ground hard. She barely managed to keep
her face from having the skin rubbed raw, but her hands and knees took the brunt of it anyways. She
bit her lips to keep from crying out. Don t let him hear you.
Picking herself back up, she half-ran, half-wobbled to his truck. Her ankle was throbbing like a
jackhammering pulse and her hands and knees burned hot. She sniffed and smelled blood. Looking
down, she gasped at the sight of her blood coating her jeans around her knees. From her hands, blood
splashed in drops down onto the concrete.
She had little time. He knew the scent of her blood better than his own. After all, he d been using her
for years.
Biting her lip to stifle a cry, she ran to Darien s truck. The door to the florist chimed and she flinched
hard, coming to a stop, expecting to see his cold face there.
Her heart soared at the sight of her lykaen--her Darien. His eyes shot to hers and took in everything at
once. She rushed to him, but she didn t need to. He met her and wrapped her in his big, strong arms.
Don t cry. Don t cry.
What s wrong? She could feel his head turning to look up and down the streets.
We n-need to go n-now, she said. Her fingers curled into his shirt, hanging on for dear life.
Come on, he said and quickly put her in the truck. He got into the driver s side with a speed that had
his lykaen glowing in his eyes. Now tell me what s going on, he demanded.
Her head shook to match the trembling in her body. She was shaking like a damned leaf in the wind.
Her eyes darted everywhere, looking for him.
We need to go now. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. Now her teeth were
chattering like she was sitting in a pool of ice water. Her hands burned and her knees hurt, yet none of
that mattered to her. Go now, she said between chattering teeth.
Sighing hard, he started the car, and sped off. Cassie ducked down in the seat, and she pretended that
Darien wasn t completely noticing the move.
When we get back you re going to tell me what the fuck is going on, Cassandra. She winced at the
use of her full name. She didn t release her grip on the seat until they were out of town. Slowly she sat
up and looked in the side view mirror. A part of her was afraid that he d be right behind her sprinting
to catch up to the car or burning rubber in his own.
She sighed and slumped back in her seat. Finally her heart had a chance to slow to a normal speed.
Now that her body was returning to a semi-normal state she got to feel the full force of the burning
pain in her hands and knees. And she had to deal with the lykaen next to her.
Darien gripped the steering wheel like he was trying to meld with it. His lips were pulled hard and
flat in anger, and barely restrained fury radiated off him in waves. Suddenly she had the urge to tell
him sorry and cry. She couldn t stay with him any longer. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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