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3 - I Can Adjust

Trey

I'm so completely fucked. Fucked.

"Gamma Wilkinson," the breathless, blonde beauty in front of me barely manages to murmur my name. I know she's terrified. I can hear it in her racing heart and see it in the widening of her eyes and the pale flutter of that heartbeat racing in her delicate, pretty neck.

My wolf inhales, intensely watching the gorgeous little female. I think he's waiting for her to wilt, to crumple to the floor and go belly-up for him the way her hidden little she-wolf is. His reaction to this female is deep, instant, and primal. She is female. He is alpha. She will submit to him and he will take his due.

Jack, one of my leads and a damn good investigator, steps forward and takes the file from her hands. "Gamma Wilkinson, Rory was just looking at the files." He deftly maneuvers himself to stand on her other side, slightly in front, as protective as Kade is on the other.

My wolf rumbles deep in his chest. He doesn't want our access to this female blocked. He inhales again, but it's hard to catch her scent, even for him. The tank stinks of sweat and nerves, even on nice spring and fall days when the HVAC is on low and the windows are open. She's wearing some sort of perfume, too. Vanilla mixed with coconut.

I keep my eyes fastened to her face, but in my periphery, I peruse her. She's fit but on the thin side. She seems a tiny bit haggard, actually, as if her present state of anxiety is normal, and she hasn't been eating well. Nice tits, but if I peeled that pretty dress off her, I bet she wouldn't have an ounce of extra on her ribs.

Stop thinking about her naked, asshole.

I force my eyes off of her and make a show of checking the watch on my wrist. "It's lunchtime, Kade. Why don't you take your sister to the cantina? She can meet more of the pack there." No males, my wolf interjects. He's eyeing up Jack threateningly. Fuck. I need to get the hell out of her. Here. I need to get out of here.

"Hungry, Ror?" Kade asks his little sister with forced calm.

Her she-wolf is a quivering mess, but Aurora Swann straightens her spine and babbles forcefully, "at one o'clock. I eat then. Usually. Do we eat earlier? I can adjust!" Her sky-blue eyes narrow as she blushes. She's angry with herself. It's fucking adorable.

"You can adjust," I repeat. My tone is bland, but only because my wolf forcefully insists that this female 'adjust' to the size of his knot. He's sending so many signals to her petrified she-wolf, that I'm reluctantly impressed that Aurora is still on her feet.

Right. I need to leave. My wolf hasn't acted like this since we rejected Bailey and found our son. I can't- fuck! I step toward her and halt, then take the entire file from Jack's hands abruptly. It holds that creamy coconut scent. My wolf salivates.

Without another word, I turn and walk back out of the tank to my office. With a definite 'click,' I shut the door and lean against it. The scent on the file is tantalizing, and it's not even hers, but from a bottle. With an angry growl, I fling it away.

I wipe my hand down my face and force my feet to move. When I reach my desk, I sit in a controlled, measured movement. It hurts my dick to move too abruptly. I'm fully erect and only spent a minute in her vicinity.

Fuck my life. I'm a damn good gamma, damnit. I am one of the most successful, wealthiest wolves in the midwest and that is with the loss of both my truemate and my ChoiceMate. I'm no alpha anymore, true, but you can't change your blood. Can't change your wolf.

I can't possibly let that... that little murderess affect me so much.

Hell, how can sweet Ariel's twin sister be so damn... different? They're practically identical, for fuck's sake. Aurora. Even saying her name in my head makes me hard. I was going to ignore her, I swear. I was going to let her settle in, then when I couldn't avoid her anymore, I would make sure to treat her just like every other wolf, or at least ignore her.