My alpha.
Soren must have sent me here because he thought I could convince her, and I could.
When I was dried off, I found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt on the couch. They would be about four sizes too big for Leighton, but they were almost too tight on me.
I didn’t put my bra back on, the fabric soaked, so I thought at first there was nowhere to put my weapon. Leaving it behind made dread creep into the edges of my vision, greying it out.
Palming the handle, I slid it down the side of my thigh, sliding the blade under the waistband of my panties. The thickness of the handle kept it from falling, combined with how tight the pants were on me. With the shirt pulled down, you could hardly see the bulge where it sat.
With my safety assured, I steeled myself to step into the living room once again.
She was out there, waiting to learn how much she could gain from dark bonding me.
And I planned to show her.
THREE
LEIGHTON
The only clothes I had to fit Kiara were sweatpants and a t-shirt.
There was something deep in my core that curled pleasantly when I saw her first come out in the outfit. The shirt tightened around her breasts, the ample flesh bouncing in a way that mine didn’t. My sweatpants fit her like a glove, and I made every possible effort to avoid looking at her ass.
I still had a bad feeling about her.
Being tempted by her body and coconut chocolate scent was asking for trouble when I already had enough of that on my doorstep. I’d been hoping she would use the gardenia scented body wash in the second bathroom, but when that little whine had pulled from her in complaint…
I had to give her the scent free soap.
Now she was getting her natural perfume all over my couch. I had a feeling it would be best if I spritzed it down with scent eliminating cleaner before I sat on the furniture again.
I tossed my phone back and forth between my hands as I mused over what to do about her.
Soren had told me to keep her, so I kept her.
It sounded fucked up, but at the same time, she hadn’t tried to leave. Was I holding her hostage if I’d never physically stopped her from escaping? I bet she was still going to try and convince me to dark bond her, so my most pressing concern was finding out why she’d made that request.
Oh, and figuring out how I was going to sleep, because I sure as fuck wasn’t letting my guard down around her.
“Are we going to sit here in silence all night? Could you at least get me a book?” she asked.
I punched a button on the TV remote, tossing it to her. She caught it, staring at the device. “Watch something. I’m going to go make a call.”
Kiara’s fingers brushed reverently over the remote as she nodded. I watched as she fumbled for which button to press, clearly not used to using one. I guess where she lived didn’t have cable or movie streaming.
Heading into my master suite, I closed and locked the door behind me.
There was one person I could call, but I despised asking for help. Especially from him. He already saw me at my most vulnerable, though, so he might be the only one I could ask about this. Ambrose knew secrets about me no one else did.
Like the secret that we were sleeping together.
My world would implode if it became common knowledge. Leighton Winston, fucking an alpha in her brother’s rejected scent match pack.
My brother wouldn’t care—he was happily mated to a completely different pack, so he’d only get pouty that he hadn’t been told—but the world would. Tabloids would play it as a family drama, and mother would rain fiery fury down on me.
Ambrose’s pack wouldn’t be pleased to learn about it either, but it wouldn’t have quite the same consequences as it would for me.
Despite my hesitance, I called Ambrose. His heavy voice spoke almost before the phone had rung, picking up immediately. “Hello, Leighton.”
