Cowboy Bikers MC Werewolves - Esther E. Schmidt Page 0,5
enough to shake me into awareness.
I dash around him and when our eyes lock and his nostrils flare, I become aware of my mistake. Due to the turmoil of feelings running through me I was unable to keep my scent cloaked. I always hide my scent so I don’t attract unnecessary attention. It’s because I’m a unique combination of supernaturals due to my parents.
“Well now, Opal. Or should I say Ophelia, daughter of the president of the Death by Reaper MC, Hellhounds chapter. Now I’m really curious to see what your wolf looks like. Come on, gorgeous, shift for me.”
“No one, except for my family, calls me Ophelia. It’s Opal. And would you stop with the damn question to shift?” I growl in frustration.
He steps forward and his fingers wrap around my neck as he leans in to take another deep breath.
“Here wolfy, wolfy,” he whispers and pulls back to pin me with his gaze. “How long has she been asleep?”
I give him a hard shove and step away from him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, you do. Your father is right to let you hide your scent. You’re still exposed, put the spell back in place,” he orders.
I curl my hands into fists and rotate them before I shake my shoulders. It requires some focus for me to tap into my magic and flip a switch–so to say–to put the cloak in place and hide my true identity.
“Good,” he compliments, and with it completely rubs me the wrong way.
I can’t help but lash out. “I don’t need your compliment, so shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.”
“Anyone else aware?” he questions, totally skipping over my growls.
“No,” I hiss.
He simply nods and points at the window. “He’s a stallion I’m breaking in, but I’m trying to fully earn his trust first since he’s still a bit skittish around werewolves.”
My head whips to the gorgeous Arabian stallion and without thinking I blurt, “I have an Arabian mare, eight years old.”
“Black like mine?”
I give a little shake of my head and shoot him a grin. “A white one of course.”
“Of course.” He smirks. “Funny how we both picked the color of our fur. You should bring her over, I presume they’d love to play.”
“Right.” I roll my eyes. “And I’ll end up with a pregnant mere.”
His head tips back and he rumbles out a laugh. My eyes feast on his appearance. His wide muscled chest with the leather cut, his scruffy jaw, black hair, and magical bright blue eyes. Every cell in my body is drawn to this man and it scares the shit out of me.
Piercing blue eyes hit mine and he steps closer. Leaning in he places a kiss on the top of my head and murmurs, “All part of the business we run, babe.”
He laces his fingers with mine and there’s an instant current zinging through my arm at the contact. His attention is fixed on our joined hands and he clears his throat.
“Come on,” he croaks. “Let’s talk business while I show you Night.”
“Night?” A smile spreads my face. “Mine is called Luna.”
He stops when he’s at the back door. “No shit?”
“No shit.”
He gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “See? No denying, Luna belongs to the Night.”
His heated gaze gives his words more meaning. I need to keep a handle on my emotions; this man can smell and feel every single change and is able to know exactly what I feel. Especially when a woman is aroused. And I can’t even deny the fact this man puts my libido on overdrive.
His nostrils flare but he quickly turns to take me outside. “A few days ago, we found out a stranger scammed Caz’s father and took five grand from the old man. Bevin thought he saw the stranger. The idiot has had trouble adjusting and jumps into shit before thinking. He will receive punishment. We told him the second he admitted what he did. Before you walked into our bar we were about to backtrack his steps to find out what he did because he thought he’d kicked Allen Miles’ ass. But he was drunk and wasn’t so sure when he was sitting at our table with a fucking hangover.”
Now I’m the one squeezing his hand because I can feel the anger vibrating off him.
And then his words sink in along with the name that rings a bell. “Wait. Did you say Allen Miles?”
I regretfully pull my hand from his and reach for my phone. Thumbing through