Prologue

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  Romans head snapped up with enough power to make his teeth clash together and took a deep if somewhat shaky breath. His oh so blue eyes scoured the mass of people that surrounded him, darting to find the source of the smell that lit his very body on fire. It was a smell he knew well. One that haunted him. One that he had waited 15 years to smell again. But even with his sharp eyes he couldn’t see what his nose knew was there. The wolf inside of him stirred, raising his head and howled to be released. The beast inside scented the air that was thick with the stench of chocolate, liquor and desperation and whined. His animal wanted out. It pushed against his skin making his chiseled features sharper. Skin stretched tight. She was here.  And his wolf wanted to find her. For the first time in his adult life Roman struggled to control the animal inside. Unconsciously he reached to loosen his tie, the fidgety movement not lost on the people at his table. “You ok there Roman?” His eyes left their endless search and he turned them to the younger man on his left. He smiled down at his pack mate and friend and nodded. “All good here” raising his champagne glass as if that some how made his statement true. He wished it was beer, the delicate cut glass looked so out of place in his big hands. Hands that were white knuckled and shaking. If he wasn’t careful, he would smash that delicate crystal into dust. He put the glass down gingerly.  “Just wondering what I could smell, it’s making my wolf go a little crazed” Well that was the truth. It just wasn’t all the truth. The smaller man raised an eyebrow. Roman who had impeccable control over the animal side of him was acting ... well strange. “I think the only pleasant thing I can smell is the smell of the desserts they just bought out” The younger man laughed “Never pegged you for a chocolate lover boss?” Roman turned in his chair to follow where the younger man was pointing. And his beast howled in victory.   Standing amongst the most lavish display of desserts he had ever seen talking animatedly to the bride was a small woman. No more than 5ft4 she was curvy in a way that made a lazy smile form on his lips, his body quickened. Dark hair fell in loose waves down her back. His eyes took her in. The shapely calves, the figure hugging pale blue dress, the mass of curls. Her shoulders moved as she laughed at something the man on her right had said. Romans hearing was good but not that good that he could hear a conversation over two hundred intoxicated people chatting and the music that blasted the cheesy wedding classics.  He needed to get closer. He needed to see her. To smell her. To touch her. She was his! She turned as if someone had called her name, and her eyes met his over the dance floor. She looked bewildered, confused to find someone staring at her so intently but she smiled. A small uncertain smile. And a million fantasies of what he could do with those full lips flashed through his mind. His perfectly tailored suit becoming instantly snugger.  Roman pushed back his chair with a loud screech and then stopped dead, his hand gripping the back of the chair until his knuckles turned purple.  A growl spilling from his lips. The table of shifters turned as the unit they were and followed his gaze to the petite brunette who was being led on to the dance floor by a slender blonde man in a well tailored grey morning suit and then back to their alpha, more than one raised an eye brow. The next growl rumbled, louder. His wolf wanted out. His wolf wanted blood. And he wanted to give it to it. “Uh oh boss, you need to get yourself together” “Take your hands off me Samual before I remove them” Romans voice was low, his eyes never left that small woman, his woman. The woman who at that second was being held tightly against a man who wasn’t him. The fingers that gripped the chair cracked and elongated, claws erupted from skin. His wolf wanted out NOW. “Right time for you to get some air, come on lads let’s get Roman out of here “ he lowered his voice “I’m not sure what’s got into you but snap out of it, you almost shifted in front of everyone and no one here wants to see you naked butt when you shift back” the younger man had him under the arms as his other pack members crowded round. “For god sake Roman get a grip what the hell is wrong with you there’s humans here. Hell, most of the guests are human!” Roman let himself be moved, his fists clenched, and head bowed. Just another knuckle head who had to much hooch having to be escorted out before he started a fight. No biggie at a shifter wedding. If human weddings were notorious for upsets, then shifter weddings were ten times worse. “He’s touching her” He spat it out on a mouth that had far too many teeth. His wolf pushed at his skin, wanting freedom, wanting what was his, wanting the blood of who ever had their hands on her. Samual glanced back “You on about the pretty dark-haired girl in the blue dress? Yeah she’s gorgeous but come on man you don’t act like this around women” playfully he punched Romans shoulder. “She’s mine” Samuels eyes went wide, and he glanced back into the party. “Mine as in …” Roman nodded, growls rumbling through his chest. Samuel grimaced. “Oh s**t”
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