Shadow Moon Series

ROLAND

He could smell him before he heard him. Not the wretched scent of a human, but also not that of a wolf.

He was curious about who or what was outside the bathroom, but his anger was boiling and the urge to kill the intruder would take over before he could ask questions.

Turning on the water to full blast, Roland stood still, almost statue-like, and listened to the footsteps getting closer. He placed his ear against the door, the erratic heartbeat on the other side telling him where this person is.

When he was standing next to the door, Roland acted.

Wrenching open the door, almost pulling it off the hinges, he came face-to-face with the intruder.

Standing in front of him was one of the smallest men Roland had ever seen. He did not even reach Roland’s shoulders and was clad in all black, with a mask covering his face.

Roland was so full of rage, the thought of a stranger in his house made him see red and he did not flinch when he looked into this man’s eyes.

He could admire their balls for standing up to the Alpha, but he would surely die for this behavior.

“Who the fuck are you?” Roland’s voice came out with a deep growl. As he gave the man his famous Alpha stare, full of dominance and anger, a glint in the man’s hand drew his attention.

This pathetic human is here to kill me, an alpha, Roland thought. ~It seems like I will have to teach him a lesson. ~

Not even giving the assassin a second to breathe, Roland jumped forward, colliding with his soft, small body.

LARA

She could not believe her eyes. Right in front of her was a Greek god.

The picture she had been given had not done him justice, especially when she could fully see his eyes. He was all muscle all the time and was the closest thing to perfection she had ever laid her own eyes on.

She was so distracted by his emerald eyes that when he spoke, she did not hear his words, but the deep growl that followed pulled her out of the trance.

Remembering why she was here, her hand lifted slightly, bringing the knife into her view—and, it seemed, into his as well, since before she could act, he jumped at her.

Better trained than he, she stepped to the left quickly—but not fast enough. Her body shook as his hard shoulder bumped into her arm, making the knife slip from her grasp.

Spinning around to catch her balance, she faced a beast of a man who had only murder in his eyes.

Not waiting for another second, she punched him with as much power as she had. Her fist met his face, but no crunch, no pain, not even a flinch from him—only her hand throbbing.

He must be made out of steel, she thought.

A glint distracted her in the corner of her eye and she pivoted quickly, bending down to grab the fallen knife on the floor.

I can finally end this fight.

But it turned out that turning her back was not such a good move.

A wall of solid muscle tackled her side, sending her down hard and making the hilt slip from her fingers. Before she hit the ground, she felt him twist them in the air so she would land on her back and not her side.

The impact onto the hard floor knocked the breath right out of her, with a headache following and her sight turning black for a second.

As the black spots finally receded and she came to her senses, she found that he was on top of her, pressing his body down on her, keeping her from moving. Both her hands were held as if in a steel claw, pinned above her head.

“Who sent you?” he demanded, his voice deep and rough.

This was the first time a mark had gotten this close, and she did not know what to say, so she stayed silent. Usually, they were dead before they could utter one word, and he was the first.

He was getting impatient with her non-response, and his hand gripped her wrists tighter. She knew bruises would show up soon.

She tried avoiding his gaze, but it only tipped him over the edge. She needed a plan to get out of this mess now.

His eyes turned black for a second, not just the pupil but also the white part. Just as fast as it happened, they turned back to their dark green color.

She was so mesmerized by it that she looked straight into his eyes, their color hypnotizing her.

Deep down, a feeling bubbled, one she had never felt before, a need to pull this man closer to her and never let him go.

“Impossible…” she heard him mutter softly.

In an instant, his hands calmed down. Shifting both her wrists into his left hand, he moved his right hand down lightly, caressing her face all the way down.

She froze at the look he was giving her and his actions—and realized too late what he was doing.

The mask slid over her face, revealing more to him than she had bargained for.

As she struggled to stop him, he pressed harder on her body, making her feel his naked and toned chest digging into her own.

“Mine,” was all he said.

His expression went soft and his eyes brightened. Long gone was the murderous rage, but it was now replaced with lust.

Deep down, she knew she was in for real trouble.

Between one heartbeat and the next, his lips were on hers. The kiss was rough and demanding, his tongue urging her to open her lips and give him access.

She was so shocked by it that she reflexively opened them, and taking the advantage, his tongue slithered in. He explored her while holding her tight.

His actions made her crave more, and she followed what he was doing and kissed him back. A hunger she never knew grabbed onto her and in the heat of the moment, his grip slipped, freeing her hands.

Instead of pushing him away, she pulled him closer to her.