Midnight Kisses Chapter 3

Midnight Kisses

Midnight Kisses Chapter 3 – Did they

think I was a flight risk? I inhaled through my nose and growled when I smelled

their dominance—all four of them. This close, their earthy musk blended, and

the scent both burned the inside of my nose and lured me. At least one of them

smelled really good, but I pressed that thought down and tried to ignore it.

One of them cocked his head to the side, the side of his mouth curled in what

might be a conspiratorial smirk. He peeled away from his clone brothers and

circled to the driver’s side. The one standing next to Driver Dude’s vacated space

looked ready to explode with anger; his muscles were so taut. His nostrils flared,

and he dropped his sunglasses just long enough to level me with a green-eyed

vitriolic glower.

What the hell? How dare he challenge me on my land?

Punch him in the face? Or let it slide?

“Rage, stop,” the driver snapped and chucked a half-empty water bottle,

hitting the one who glared at me square in the chest.

Dude didn’t move, just kept his evil glare fixed on me.

Hah! His actual name was Rage ? How fitting.

The guard on his right bumped him with an elbow and then climbed into the

passenger seat. After he closed the door, Rage stepped to the side and opened the

rear passenger door while keeping his head turned toward my clan. Never look

away from a threat … it was like he didn’t trust us.

He stood there, a silent sentinel, waiting for me to get into the car, and I

growled. The final clone brother limped around the back before getting inside,

favoring his right leg.

I took one last look at my father and Lon and the rest of my pack and

nodded. There would be no big goodbye; it just wasn’t the way.

See you guys in four years … if I survive.

“I need to put my bag in the back,” I growled at Rage. “Especially if you

expect me to sit between two of you brutes.” I circled my hand to encompass the

big dudes already in the car. Why did I have to smash in with four giants?

One of them grunted, and the hatch rose, probably activated by Shotgun

Dude.

I tossed my bag into the cargo area and then climbed in, sliding into the

center of the leather bench seat, and then got smooshed into Clone #3 as

Rage got in on the other side. He closed the door with a shoulder-check to my side that

forced me to bump the mute dude on my left.

“Excuse you,” I growled at Rage, glaring at him from the corner of my eye.

Someone needed anger management.

He raised his eyebrows over his mirrored shades and said, “Oops.”

His deep voice was gravelly and did something weird to my insides. Not

butterflies, definitely not butterflies. More like murder hornets.

As soon as the giant douche on my right settled into his seat, I popped him in

the ribs with my elbow. “Oops,” I shot back.

“That’s enough,” Shotgun said.

The scent of leather and car freshener swirled in the vehicle, but the smell

was quickly overwhelmed by eau de male wolf. The worst thing you could do to

a dominant wolf like me was to trap her in a vehicle with a bunch of other

dominants. I’d be lucky to get through this drive without ripping off someone’s

head.

Ignoring my annoying escorts, I steeled my heart and leaned forward to stare

out the window. My gaze landed solely on my father, but his stoic expression,

combined with the knowledge he couldn’t see me, kept me from waving.

The engine of the SUV purred to life, so quiet compared to the rumbling old

truck we owned, and I wondered if the disparity of wealth had anything to do

with our pack’s banishment from the magic realm. I closed my eyes and rested

my head against the back of the seat, feigning sleep.

Mother Mage, help me get through this drive without becoming a murderer.

With my eyes closed, I let my thoughts wander. What was I getting into? The

magical vow my father took as a young teen before entering the island—decades

ago—kept him from telling me exactly what to expect. I’d prepared my entire

life for battle, propriety, and the way of the alpha. But having been banished

from the shifter realm when I was just a baby, I didn’t have the advantage of

knowing what lay beyond the veil. Pretty sure Amazon didn’t deliver there.

Nerves churned and twisted my insides. If I puked, I’d definitely be aiming for

Rage.

Driver Dude drove down the winding road, the only way in or out of

Crescent Valley, while I drummed my fingers on my bare knees. The vehicle

was clearly built for luxury, or at least, I’d heard such from the young men in my

clan who dreamed of lavishness. But the pothole-ridden path was meant to

discourage visitors, so I relaxed and let the movement rock me, lulling me into

semi-lucidity.

As soon as we hit the paved street, my heart lurched.

“Have you eaten yet today, cub?” asked the brother who sat shotgun.

Rage, the grouchy one to my right, snorted. “She’s hardly a cub, Justice.”

Justice? Rage?

What kind of names were these?

I ignored their domineering question and peeled my eyes open, staring at the

heads of the two in front. Not really identical. Driver Dude’s hair was straight;

only the ends curled around the collar of his shirt. But Shotgun’s hair was wavy

—Shotgun, aka Justice


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