Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
The two security guards flank me.
Otto folds his arms over his chest from behind the velvet cord.
A muscle starts to tremble in my cheek. The intensity is getting to be too much for me. The jumbled noise of the Grandmothers is a cacophony in my ears.
“I can already see this is legitimate,” I murmur. I need to get out of here before I have a seizure. The Sight is taking over, and I’m losing my grasp on control.
The seconds feel like hours as I watch Dr. Houserman unlock the case and open it.
I don’t need to touch the tiara.
I don’t even want to. The power is already too much for me to hold. My stomach lurches like it wants to empty. I sway on my feet.
I force myself to go through the motions. “May I?” My voice sounds far away. I reach for the tiara.
It scalds me. I bring my fingertip to touch the moonstone. Lightning strikes me right between the eyes.
My third eye explodes. Or at least that’s how it feels.
I need to get out of here.
“I’m satisfied,” I say, handing it back. “And if you’ll excuse me, I’m…” I cover my mouth as my stomach heaves.
The director snatches the tiara back. I’m sure this seems like a heist with the way my fingers were shaking. He probably thinks I’m trying to create a distraction to steal the tiara or swap it with a fake.
I run for the door. “It’s real,” I say to Otto as I rush past him. He reaches for my elbow, but I slip out of his grasp, running blindly. “I need a bathroom,” I say.
I can’t see at all–patterns of light and colors collide in front of my eyes. Dimly, I hear the sound of an elevator nearby. Remembering that it helped dampen the gem frequencies, I dive in, bumping into people on the way.
My knees hit the floor, and blackness overtakes me.
Noah
Fate led her right to me.
I catch the luminescent blonde in my arms as she falls and sit on the floor of the elevator to drag her back against me, her ass onto my lap. The magnolia-peach scent of her skin enters my nostrils and charges up my wolf. My pants tighten at the crotch.
Everything happened so easily. I caught sight of Aster when she arrived at the museum under heavy guard. I followed them up the stairs and lurked around the elevator, waiting and watching. I don’t know why my dreams showed me where Aster would be today, but I have to believe it’s to move me on the path to find the Moonborn.
When I saw the Adalwulf female rush out, covering her mouth like she had to throw up, I slipped into the elevator just before she did and hit the close-door button before her retinue arrived. Dropping a tracker into her tiny purse was child’s play.
But now Aster is having some kind of seizure. Her body shakes and trembles. Her eyes are open, but unseeing, the way they were at first in my dream this morning. She’s completely vulnerable. Alone in an elevator with the enemy. I could kill the Adalwulf seeress right here, right now, with one easy snap of her neck. Weaken their pack by removing their ability to see into the future. It’s tempting.
But I need to know why Fate led me to her.
“Aster.” I say her name out loud, wrapping both my arms around her to hold her up.
Aster. This time I try it in my head.
Still no response. I suspect this is not a medical concern. Aster is a seeress. Perhaps she’s having a vision.
According to my grandmother, the “moonborn” are created through the ritualistic interbreeding of witches with wolves during a powerful planetary influence like an eclipse. There’s dark magic involved. The seeress is created through some kind of power bond with the alpha. It gives the Adalwulfs a distinct advantage but comes with a cost–some kind of warping or twisting.
Aster doesn’t appear warped, but who knows what lies behind her luminescent exterior.
I rub her sternum to activate her calming reflex. It’s okay. I’ve got you, I tell her telepathically. I have no idea if that works in real life or only when I meet her in dreams.
Her body starts to relax, just as the elevator dings. We’re already on the first floor.
I hear the sound of pounding footfalls–her army racing down the stairs to meet her.
I scramble to my feet, lifting Aster with me. She lets out a soft moan. One of her hands covers mine as she drags in a breath through her nose. My scent won’t be on her because I covered it with a spray of men’s cologne to keep her from scenting another wolf.
I prop her against the elevator wall and step out before her men round the bend.