The Golden Pack Alphas

Midnight Mistletoe: Chapter Two

 

Sunshine, rum punch and hot men.

Hell, yeah.

Georgia Walker smiled—a contented sigh drifting across her lips as she adjusted the thin straps of her red and white bikini top. Nothing could compare to celebrating Christmas in the Caribbean.

There were no worries over urgent emails, emergency meetings or irate clients—and most importantly she didn’t have to worry about the pressure of being a pack alpha’s daughter or combat the suspicious looks of those who didn’t trust her hybrid birth.

Being born to both a witch and a were came with certain privileges and drawbacks.

On one hand she had the strength and stamina of a wolf, on the other her ability to sense when others lied, made more than one pack member wary. The fact that the usual dose of instinct and intuition shifters were normally gifted with was intensified by her mother’s shaman heritage, only seemed to make matters worse.

Not to mention her parent’s recent penchant for matchmaking. Georgia shuddered at the thought of being paraded around a room full of wanna be alphas. Lately she could practically see thought bubbles of grandchildren floating around her mom’s head.

So given a choice, she much preferred her current location than the week of holiday social events her mother planned every year with military precision.

About a two hour’s drive east of Vancouver, her hometown, Golden Valley, sat nestled between tall, rolling mountains and crisp, dense green forests. She would always consider it home, but she had to admit that her current view on the beach held more than a little appeal.

Reclining back on her lounge chair, she closed her eyes and let the warmth of the sun sink into her bones.

The limb freezing climate of British Columbia in winter had nothing on the powder soft, sandy beaches, warm, clear-blue waters and cool breezes of Jost Van Dyke.

She’d discovered the little island paradise a year ago while on a case and had never been so happy to stake out a cheating husband.

Her business, a private security and detective firm, had grown a lot in the last five years, and she rarely went on cases herself anymore, but she’d made an exception for her best friend, Kara. Georgia didn’t make friends easily. It was a byproduct of spending most of her days either focused on building up her company, or pack politics. But when she’d hired Kara several years ago as an internet security specialist, the quirky human had wormed her way into Georgia’s heart.

When Kara confided to her that she suspected her husband of cheating, Georgia handled the investigation personally.

Although she’d returned home to deliver divorce inducing news, Georgia had done so with sun streaked hair and a deeper tint to her mahogany toned skin.

Now, thanks to a few new lucrative contracts, she’d had no qualms in splurging on a last minute vacation.

She looked forward to a few days without worrying about urgent emails, pack politics and being away from him.

Marcus Legrand.

From the moment he stepped foot in Golden Valley, the tight-backed enforcer set off clanging alarm bells to the tune of Iron Maiden’s The Number of the Beast.

She reacted to him in a way that she was woman enough to admit scared her almost witless.

Her usual abilities of intuition rang silent when it came to him. It was as if he constructed a lead wall around his mind and she couldn’t get a read on him—ever.