Blood of My Enemy by Ariel Dawn

Author:Ariel Dawn
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781773574479
Publisher: Naughty Nights Press LLC

CHAPTER 12

Malcolm’s head was swimming, trying to process everything as he fell onto the bed. The events of the night had gone terribly awry, thrown him for a loop.

Meeting Cleo at the bar.

Dallas acting out of character.

Hitting a werewolf, and finding out the woman he was more than attracted to had... mated him?

Was that the right word?

Mal looked at the clock, which now read quarter to two. With Cleo gone, he felt as if everything was much clearer. He adjusted himself in his jeans, banishing all thoughts of her. Being in her presence altered his judgment. That, he could admit.

Her sweet, honey scent, her vivid, beautiful eyes, her soft skin, the soothing candor of her voice...

Malcolm had been in the presence of many women before, but none of them ever crashed through his walls as quickly as this one had.

Because she’s not a woman, Mal.

She’s a fucking monster.

You can’t trust a monster.

Though he knew what she was, he couldn’t entirely agree she was a monster. She hadn’t done anything to prove that she was. Instead, she seemed to be a victim.

Beholden to a pack.

An alpha.

Attacked by the very things he hunted.

What if it is all a lie?

I know nothing of werewolves.

For Christ’s sake, up until today, I didn’t even know they were real!

No hunters I know have seen evidence they were!

What if she’s lying... what if?

What if I’m being played, and she’s the one responsible for the killings?

The thoughts ran rampant in his brain, delving into a thousand different pathways, and he wasn’t certain about any of them.

He ran his hand through his hair, sinking back into the bed, exhaustion overcoming him. He glanced over to the door, wondering where she’d gone, where her... boyfriend took her, wondering if he’d just made a grave mistake.

Dallas had not returned, either, and he was worried about his friend, but also, he felt a pang of guilt for how he’d reacted when all Dallas was trying to do was the right thing, or what he thought was the right thing.

He always did.

Whereas Malcolm ran with his gut instinct much of the time, Dallas always acted in everyone’s best interest, not just his own. So he slid out his phone and sent out a text.

It’s been taken care of.

He didn’t bother to wait for Dallas to text back, knowing whatever was going on with his friend, he needed space to sort it out. Ever since the events of Terror Con, it was plain for Malcolm to see his friend was struggling with his own inner demons. Perhaps, he’d gone back to Howlers with the others, to drown himself in drink and tail, and found someone to go home with, someone to make him forget about all his troubles and this fucked-up life they all lived for just a while.

It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

The thought bothered him more than it should, for up until this point, Mal had done the same thing.

It never bothered him before, why should it now?

He refused to answer

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