Chapter 5 DESIRE

POV - Hazel

Derek and I spent the night keeping an eye on Damon, who slept in the infirmary with Meera, even if I had rather have her somewhere safer, in case Damon acted out. Nothing happened, he slept like a log, which gives us some hope that maybe he wasn’t inject with any serum after all, and we are just being paranoid; but just for the sake of better being safe than sorry, we are going to lock his bedroom door when he goes to sleep for the next two weeks, and someone is going to monitor him closely all day long. I know it’s not ideal, and Damon is not happy about it, but he has no choice but to get along with it, because we can’t risk it, the price would be too steep.

Considering the fact that I haven’t slept a bit, and that the pack is being threatened, I wish I could stay at the packhouse today, but I have a very important meeting in the morning, and I can’t miss it. Derek has a meeting with the court of Alphas too, during which he will also disclose what happened yesterday and warn everyone to keep their eyes open.

I am not sure how much of a good idea it is to reveal this information to all the packs, there are still Alphas who are not completely on board with Derek’s leadership, and they might take this as an opportunity to ally with our enemies and try to strike us down to gain power.

But as Derek has cleverly pointed out, we are stronger together, and the enemy we are facing is an enemy to all werewolves, someone who has tried to wipe out our species, who has cruelly experimented on us. Likely, none of the other packs would be willing to ally themselves with the likes of them.

There is also one other thing on my mind: I need to find out where my driver went yesterday. I don’t want to sound paranoid, but could the attacks direct at me and to Damon be somehow connected?

I make my way to the car waiting for me in front of the packhouse, my heels clicking on the cemented path which waves through the front garden. My driver sees me coming and gets out of the car to open my door for me, like always; I don’t detect any distress or panic in him, which makes me wonder if my suspicion isn’t really just that, a fabrication of my wild imagination.

He starts the car and drives off, while I ponder how to get some truthful answers out of him; Derek is the one good at this kind of mind games, not me. I could Alpha-command him, but people tend to feel violated when I do that, which is understandable, no one likes to be forced to do something against their will, and I am not sure I should use the Alpha-command to ascertain a mere suspicion.

So, I ask instead, “I thought you would pick me up at 5 yesterday; what happened? Were you indisposed?”

“Yes, I felt sick and went to see the doctor. I am sorry I didn’t notify you, I was too uncomfortable to think straight. My sincere apologies.”

He sounds calm and collected, but there’s a slight edge to his voice that makes me think he’s lying.

I mind-link Doc. Simons to know if he showed up at the pack hospital yesterday, while I reply,

“I am sorry to hear that, and I hope you are feeling better now. I tried to mind-link you at the time, but your block was on.”

“Yes, I was too concentrated on my discomfort, I didn’t have the energy to deal with anything else.”

“It must have been something serious if you were feeling so sick, are you sure you are in shape to work today?”

“I took some medicine, and I am as good as new now. Thank you for your concern, Luna.”

Doc. Simons says that he wasn’t at the pack clinic yesterday.

“I will ask Doc. Simons if she has any directions you should take to avoid feeling sick again, it’s not common for werewolves to be ill.”

“I didn’t go to Doctor Simons’, I went to a clinic in the city.”

Alarm bells ringing, why wouldn’t he go to our pack clinic? It’s one of the best, and the ambulance would have picked him up at any location. Something isn’t right.

I am going to Alpha-command him to tell me where he really went, when my car door opens with a cold gush of wind, and my secretary hushes me hurriedly out of the car, telling me that our clients have come early, and that I need to get to the meeting right now.

I decided not to argue and follow her to the elevator, making a note to self to pursue the issue later. He has to pick me up after the meeting anyway, unless he fails to show up again, that is.

During the meeting I only half listened to what was being said, I have too many thoughts swirling in my mind, and something else, a nagging feeling of need, of what, I don’t understand.

“Can you turn the air-con to a lower temperature? It’s too hot in here,” I ask Karen, my secretary.

She gives me a perplexed look, but does as I say, and that’s when I notice that everyone is wearing their suit jackets on, while I am the only one in my sleeveless dress and sweating. Something isn’t right, usually I am the one who feels always cold.

Slowly the heat which was spread throughout my body starts concentrating in my lower regions, my breasts feel tender, and my nipples have become rock hard, showing through my bra. Shit, I’m in heat!

After being poisoned I’ve never had another heat, I forgot what the telltales are, that it even existed! Crap, crap, crap!

Now I understand the images of Derek flashing through my mind, and the tense stance of the men present in the room. They must all be mated already to have such self-control.

I need to get out of here fast, before it gets worse; I need to find Derek, now!

“If you will excuse me, I’m not feeling great; I’ll sit this meeting out, Karen will fill me on the details later.”

I don’t need to say anything more, everyone is well aware of what is going on, and I see everyone relaxing when I am out of the room. You and me both, guys.

I try mind-linking Derek to let him know what’s happening, but his block is on; I guess he’s in the meeting and doesn’t want to be disturbed. I’ll have to hunt him down then!

Karen has been mindful enough to arrange a female driver for me, although I am a little disappointed, I won’t get to question Samuel, my driver, soon enough; it will have to wait until I am back in the right mind frame. For now, the only thing I can think about is finding Derek, ripping all his clothes off, and doing all kinds of wicked things to him.

When we finally get to the packhouse, I’m already out of control, my legs are slick with my juices and I’m panting like a woman in heat, which I technically am.

I rush out of the car, I can immediately smell Derek’s sweet scent of white musk and vanilla, and I lick my lips at the thought of tasting him on my tongue, I want him so badly.

I rush through the packhouse, letting my nose lead me to him, until I find the closed door of the meeting room he’s in. I flung it open with my werewolf strength, not caring that I’ve just destroyed a very expensive and possibly very ancient door.

The door opens to a spot beside the rows of attendants focused on the dais, and now focused on me, the intruder, disheveled and smelling of sex. But I couldn’t care less, my gaze immediately goes to Derek, who’s frozen on the podium, staring at me with pure carnal desire.

A number of men among the attendants pin a similar lustful stare on me, some of them already raising from their seats to approach me before others can, but Derek thunderous roar stops them in their track. He’s made his claim, and whoever tries to defy him, will die by his hand.

It is so primal, and at the same time so sexy, it makes me even more hot and bothered, something I wouldn’t have thought possible at this point. But it is, I am so ready to jump his bones right here in front of everyone, that I don’t even care if they all stay here watching the show.

“Go get a room, before you start a fight or an orgy!” Damon shouts out from the crowd of attendants.

It’s all we need to snap out of our personal staring contest, or eye fucking contest, as you wish to call it. Derek immediately jumps down from the dais and makes his way to me in powerful strides; as soon as he is within my reach, and his mouthwatering scent fills my nostrils, I jump him, securing my legs at his waist and my arms around his neck.

I don’t give him the time to protest, attacking his mouth with deep kisses, but I don’t think he would anyway, the hard bulge in his pants and the low growls reverberating from his chest let me know that he’s enjoying it as much as I am.