Chapter Five
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“Come in.”
The door opened and Ian entered. “Flint?”
He glanced up from the paperwork he had been slaving at for days now? And smiled at the young man standing just inside his office.
To say that the entire pack was on tenterhooks would be the world’s greatest understatement. More so, since the escape of the Alina only but three days ago. Everyone seems to know be waking constantly on eggshell So you you slept all all good good evening. Ptneynne; and he found himself trying to be the buffer between the Alpha and his inquisitive pack.
A sensational job.
“Oh hello there, Ian. How are you today?”
Ian have him a small smile and a nod. “Very well, Glint. Thank you and you?”
His smile was all the response Flint gave.
“Right,” began Ian. “There’s a messenger from the Black Blood pack here to see the Alpha. I figured in his current mood I should probably bring this to you first.”
Flint smiled again. “You did very well indeed, Ian. No need to feel awkward at all.”
Ian let out the breathe he has no idea he had been holding. “Thank you, Flint.”
Flint have him a nod. “Send him in.”
“Ummm.. about that Flint,” Ian started, his gaze everywhere but at Flint. Shifting rather too uneasily on his feet.
“What seems to be the matter?”
He shifted again. “It’s the messenger.”
“He’s not dead I presume.”
Ian shook his vehemently. “Not at all, Flint.”
“Not harmed in anyway, then.”
Ian again shook his head. “Not even the slightest.”
“Is he a rogue then?”
“Oh no, not a rogue.”
Flint c****d his head to an angle. “What seems to be the matter with him then?”
Ian shifted again. “It’s the he.”
“Yes?”
“It’s rather a she not a he.”
Flint was quiet for a few heartbeat Tis and then burst out into laughter. Laying his own down and leaning back against his swivelling chair. “Then we shouldn’t keep a lady waiting then.”
Ian’s shoulders fell in a deep relief and he stepped out and returned with a strange female.
Too strange.
Flint dropped his pen on the desk and studied the guest before him. “Flint,” he said holding out a hand.
A bejewelled hand reached out, clasped his in a strong handshake and retraced it’s steps. “Vincentia.”
And that had done him in.
Her touch, her smell - what was that? Orange? Tangerine? Mixed with vanilla? It was definitely vanilla and lemon - and her voice.
It was his turn.
Once again.
It was his second chance mate.
“May I sit?” she continued when all he did was gawk.
His head moved - up and down.
She sat. More like draped her lithe curvaceous body into that chair right there in the other side of his desk, and raised a knee to cross over the other.
Sensual.
She was regal, statutesque and body-so-hot gorgeous.
His gaze zeroed in the spot in her neck where she should, and would be wearing his mark, and desire flared deep within him. Warring and raging deep in his veins.
Bax wanted her.
He wanted her.
“I take it the Alpha is unavailable at the moment,” she began in that voice soft as silk, laced with an edge of no-nonsense. “Seeing as I was ushered in here by the fidgety boy.” Then she c****d her head to an angle.
Deuce! She knew he was smitten.
“Is there any problem, Beta -“
“Flint,” he supplied with a slight edge to his tone that she had easily, very easily, forgotten his name. Even Bax stirred at that subtle challenge.
She blinked as if - offended?
Wait, wait. Was she giving him attitude just now?
Bax reared his head.
“No, Vincentia,” he very calmly replied. “There is no problem at all. The Alpha’s desk is just a wee bit overcrowded at the moment.”
Her lips formed an O.
He ached to feel them against his.
“So you’re stuck with me.” He meant it literally, and wasn’t at all certain she was aware of the double etendré.
Didn’t she feel the bond?
“So,” she started once again glancing about. “the Luna? I take it there’s a Luna. Why isn’t it her desk I am sitting across from then?”
His brows scrunched up instantly. “Have I been lacking in any way, Vincentia?”
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It was the way he called her name..
She began with a regal shake of the head. “Oh no. Oh not at all. It’s just the way things-“ she paused and honey-brown eyes flicked over her, bright and beckoning. “It’s the basic idiosyncrasies of administration in packs, Beta.”
He leaned back against his chair. Fingers forming a steeple before his nose. He presented an image of boredom and - and -. Well, it is what it is, Vincentia told herself.
You would know, wouldn’t you, Rofa quipped from where she may languidly - and excited - in Vincentia’s mind.
Hush now, cautioned Vincentia. He is not supposed to sense you.
Too late, came Rofa’s quip before she fell silent. Leaving behind an echo of the dreaded word mate.
Her eyes turned steely and so became her countenance, even as she conducted the business for which she had visited in the first place.
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