Gena Waters, a rough-talking, tattooed biker, had found her. She had pulled Storme up and urged her to come to the apartment she rented over the restaurant. She'd helped her bathe, fed her, and given her a place to hide.
Over the years, Gena had pulled her ass out of more fires than Storme could count. Fires they had assumed the free Breeds had begun and Council Breeds had tried to follow through with.
Gena had asked for nothing. She'd always been there.
Even when Storme hadn't called her.
That thought pierced her mind, causing her to pause now as it had in the past, as she wondered how Gena had known she was in danger those times.
God, she was becoming so suspicious.
Moving through the house, she began to plot the best course out of Haven and the best way to contact Gena.
Sometimes it took a day or two, but she always managed to find a way to help Storme when there was no other recourse.
It was Storme's only option. Because God knew, if she stayed here much longer, then she was going to lose her mind. Or even worse, her heart.
CHAPTER 10
Lips thin, Styx stalked to the guest house Jonas and his mate had taken while in Haven. The heli-jet had landed within the secured gates of the Wolf Breed community, which was rare. Normally, unless medical care was required, the heli-jet landed just outside the gates, on the three-story-high helipad, which housed a secured entrance into Haven.
Enforcers had reported that the heli-jet had arrived with Jonas and Rachel's infant daughter, Amber.
The child was human, she wasn't Jonas's child by blood, but Styx knew that sometimes blood wasn't all that mattered. Jonas would be more protective now, most likely even more determined to force Storme into giving up the information she had.
Unfortunately, Styx had a bad feeling Storme would fight to the death, or the last measure of strength, to hold on to whatever her father had given her to hide.
Stepping to the wide front porch, Styx laid his knuckles to the wood door and waited.
Jonas didn't make him wait long.
The door opened to the hard, savage expression of the director of the Bureau of Breed Affairs.
"We need to talk," Styx informed the other man.
Jonas blinked once before stepping back and allowing Styx to move into the house.
"I've already received Dr. Armani's report." Jonas's voice was graveled, hard.
"I've requested a second set of tests to be run."
Styx gave a short nod.
He knew the results as well. Just as he knew Nikki was presently in her lab scratching her head, cussing and trying to figure out how a Breed could be an "almost"
mate.
The hormone was in his system, there were minute amounts in Storme's system, and the mating compatibility had been established between the two of them. Nikki had pulled off the impossible and gotten him just enough evidence to ensure that Jonas couldn't move to pull Storme from Haven without the express permission of the alpha.
Mating compatibility was high. The hormone in Styx's and Storme's blood was even higher. Saliva and se**n were showing a marked increase in the mating hormone, and the glands beneath his tongue were enflamed just enough to make him aware of it.
All the proof was there, but something held back the full, burning effects of the biological bonding between mates.
"I need you to back off, Jonas." Styx got straight to the point as the director led him into the modest office off the large living room.
"I'm sure you do." Jonas moved to his wide, old-fashioned wood desk and sat down in the leather chair behind it.
"There's enough evidence to support the request for examination that I've submitted with Wolfe," Styx informed the director.