Chapter 21
KYRIE.
It was a fucking miracle Saint agreed to help Alpha Kester. That pompous bastard’s been chasing his Luna across borders, and no one in their right mind ever expected Saint to lift a finger. But then –
boom – Saint says yes.
Just like that.
So, yeah, whatever Kester’s friend, Norlan, promised him must have been massive because Saint doesn’t budge for charity. Not unless the payoff’s nuclear.
Nagel Vale has been a major threat to the whole fucking country. The motherfucking monster. The guy’s on every law enforcement list known to man. FBI, Hunters Guild, even the fucking UN wants his head. Anyone who brings him down gets into the government’s good books.
We were to report to the Blood Crescent pack immediately.
And trust me when I say I am still as confused as fuck as to why Saint needed his stepsister to go with us. To a black ops field mission?
At first, I thought he was joking. Like a sick inside joke with no punchline. I opposed it straight up. Told him I had shit to do. But he didn’t close the joke.
Instead, he instructed me to get her from his house and meet him at the office, where we’d all go
with his private jet.
I’ve been waiting for him to call me and say, “Yo, man. I was kidding. Just get over here and let’s leave.” But I was already driving into his parking lot, and none of that had happened yet.
I had opposed this whole idea of saving Kester’s Luna. Because it was way too sudden. Jessa was landing today. She was coming into my house, and into my life, for real this time. And it was already painful enough that I wasn’t going to be here to welcome her and help her settle in properly.
When I arrived at Kyrie’s house, it was all quiet, that I doubted if there was anyone at home, save for
the guards who were stationed outside.
But as I approached the stairs, I heard singing.
A soft, feminine, and careless voice, bouncing off the hallway like she was performing for an empty
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concert.
It was Eve. Sounded like she was in the best fucking mood, obviously having the fun of her life. She sang at the top of her voice, and she also sounded like she was dancing.
I hate to be the one to ruin her vibe, I swear. But here we are.
I knocked on her bedroom door when I got there, but she wasn’t answering. She kept singing like she
hadn’t even heard someone knock.
I knocked again, but there was still no response.
Is this girl deaf or just stupid?
I knocked harder. Still no answer. Just more singing. Yeah. Definitely headphones.
I didn’t have time for this.
So, I tried the handle and it wasn’t locked after all, so I pushed the door open. And as soon as I stepped into the room, I swear to fuck, for a second, my brain glitched and I knew I had fucked up.
The first thing I saw was… ass.
Bare. Fucking. Ass.
She was dancing, twirling, and laughing like she’d just gotten away with murder. No music in the world could explain the way her body moved. It wasn’t dancing. It was temptation with rhythm.
And, God, she was wearing nothing but trouble… The girl was totally naked with a fucking tiny thong twirling lazily in her hand like a ribbon in some fucked–up performance!
She reached up and grabbed her hair and ran her fingers through it like she was showing off. Loose curls, a little damp, sticking to her back in all the right ways. The kind of hair you yank when you’re trying to see her tears in the mirror.
Her skin glistened with moisture, probably fresh from the shower, and the towel she must’ve been wrapped in? That shit was thrown across the room, a little distance away from her.
Jesus Christ.
Every time she swayed, her ass jiggled in this rhythm that was… sickeningly perfect. Round, soft, and
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sinful. The kind of ass that makes you pause mid–sentence when she walks by. The kind you want to grab with both hands and never let go.
And I just stood there, rooted like a fucking idiot, catching every second of it like a goddamn peeping tom. It felt like I’d walked in on a dream I didn’t even know I had.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.