He showed up sooner then expected, maybe 10 minutes instead of 20. Did he run here?
I opened the door to see him smiling.
“Wow, you look…-” He raised his eyebrows as his eyes trailed me up and down.
“What? Does it look bad?” I managed to grab a simple black pencil skirt, a tight fitted red button down blouse and a black blazer. It was basic, but I thought it was cute enough for a dinner date.
“Hunter, it’s far from bad.” His smile lit up as he kept his gaze on me, just like the first time we met at the Rogue.
I already felt the warm blood rushing to my face.
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I exchanged the same look.
He was wearing a black suit, much too fancy for this part of town, but I would already assume we were heading somewhere nice. His dark hair was slicked back; his biceps were clearly defined through his suit, and his burly thighs, slightly outlined through his black pants. I’ve already seen him without most of his clothes on, but every time I saw him I had to double take. His figure, his stance, his composure and everything else was utterly perfect.
“What time will you be home?” Troy’s voice emerged behind me and I sighed. Why did he always come at the worst times?
“Are you my father?” I turned to him raising my eyebrows, signaling him to back off.
His arms were crossed, and his gaze was locked onto Marcus.
“He’s a WEREWOLF, how can we trust him? Just because he bought us a sink doesn’t mean SHIT.”
I wanted to punch Troy so badly right now, why did he have to be such a buzz kill?
“Can we have a moment Hunter?” Marcus looked at me, then at Troy, looking for affirmation of his request.
Troy nodded in agreement.
“I guess I’ll wait inside-” Suddenly the door was slammed shut and the two of them were on the other side in the hallway.
Thankfully, the door to our apartment was falling apart and I was able to make out what they were saying. I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t be there, but maybe Marcus wanted the ‘one on one’ to give assurance to Troy?
“LOOK, I’m not sure what your game is, but Hunter is not a regular girl, ok? She is all that I have and I’m not going to let some werewolf take her away, you hear me? I don’t care if you’re an Alpha. You can be the president of the god-damn country, I will still put my foot down to anyone who wants to screw with her. She’s already been through so much…” Troy’s voice dropped near the end, like it hurt him to speak those last words. I couldn’t imagine the guilt he carried with him, and now that he was sober, emotions were thrown at him ten-fold.
“Troy, I know how you feel about me, and no matter what I say it won’t change your mind, but just know this: I will never let anything happen to your sister. I will die before any harm comes her way. I give you my word, on my pack, on my blood, on my name. I will devote myself completely to her. She is the only thing I desire, and if it takes me eternity to prove my devotion, I will promise you that.” I took a step back in disbelief as Marcus continued his conversation. Just hearing those words come from him made this too real.
I didn’t bother listening to the rest of their conversation and before I knew it the door was open and both of them were standing at the doorway, looking at my flabbergasted expression.
“Are you ok? Do you need some water or something?” Troy stepped in, giving me some balance.
“Are you crying?” Marcus came to my side to wipe the falling tear off my cheek. I was too shocked to even realize that I was crying.
“I’ll be here when you get back Hunter. I still want to talk about everything… Oh and by the way, Marcus, uh” I could see Troy was uncomfortable with what he was about to say, “Thanks for the sink, and taking care of my sister.”
Did Marcus cast a spell on my brother? Did the man who despised werewolves just a minute ago say thank-you?
“No, you don’t need to thank me, if anything, I will say thank-you for allowing me to take your sister out.”
I sighed, “I don’t need permission to be taken out. This isn’t the middle ages.” The ignorance of men at times made me sick. I knew they had good intentions, but I wasn’t some Barbie doll that my brother was lending out to someone. I was an independent woman who could make her own damn choices.
“Sorry, bad wording.” Marcus chuckled and I nudged his elbow in response.
“Bye Hunter, text me later alright?” Troy came in for a hug and I immediately embraced his arms. He felt warm, more then usual, maybe because he was sober now.
“Take care of her Marcus.” Troy said as he put his hand out to shake.
Another shocking revelation. Troy was going to shake a werewolf’s hand?!
Marcus reached out and shook his hand as my mouth hung open like I was witnessing a miracle.
“See you later sis, don’t be too late.” Troy gave another nod as he closed the door, leaving Marcus and I in the hallway.
“How in the hell did you get him on your side?! Are you Jesus? That was practically one conversation to sway him to your side.”
“You still don’t know everything about me Hunter, I used to live in a place like this, and I can relate to how your brother feels. You may have missed the last part of our conversation, but I can go over what you missed.” Marcus winked.
“I’m all ears.”
The night was heavenly. No, it was beyond that. I’ve never been to such a fancy restaurant before. I felt like an alien visiting another planet. The whole night was filled with expensive wine and tiny plates of food that cost a fortune.
Waiters wore expensive suits and spoke with fake accents, it was a true aristocratic experience. To be honest, I would be fine with going to a blue collar restaurant with wings and a beer, but it was a nice change.
We spent most of the evening talking about Marcus’s upbringing and his pack. At least I knew a bit more about the man that made my legs shake. Last night I did most of the talking and now it was time for me to learn more about Marcus.
He explained to me he was an orphan himself, just like my brother and I, scavenging on the streets, living under the rule of Alpha Kane. He mentioned he had a brother, but didn’t speak much about him. The stories he told were vague, like he wanted to skip over the details, but I could relate to that, so I didn’t press hard on questioning him further.
It was interesting hearing about how all the Alpha’s ruled Elysium city. No matter if the Alpha conducted legal or illegal businesses, they are all ranked according to wealth. I wasn’t sure how Marcus was on the totem pole, but it didn’t matter to me. I didn’t care if he was an Alpha or not, I just cared about him. Nothing more or less.
“You don’t do any sort of illegal business, do you?” I took a sip of coffee, always a necessity after filling my stomach with dinner.
I heard hesitation in his voice, which worried me. Would he lie to me? I was lying to him about my fight on Saturday (and a lot of other things), but it was something that I couldn’t get him involved him. He would probably forbid me from fighting, and I wasn’t that type of woman to back down from pursuing my dreams.
“I have to tell you something, Hunter.” As I took another sip of coffee I kept my lips on the porcelain, avoiding the sight of my expression. I was scared to hear his answer.
“What’s that?” I cleared my throat after swallowing the hot sip, forcing down a big gulp to calm my nerves.
“I used to be, involved, in…illegal business. I won’t get into the nitty gritty, but it’s why my brother and I don’t talk anymore.”
“What sort of business?” I took another large sip from my cup.
“Everything you can think of.”
My heart sank. It was illegal business that got my brother into trouble. He was responsible for his actions, but the drugs took hold of his body and mind after some time. I couldn’t bear to think if Marcus was involved in it.
“Everything huh.” My eyes tailed down onto the table, disappointed, but was I surprised? No. Most Alpha’s in the cities were involved in this shit, so I shouldn’t be so naïve thinking he was a knight in shining armor.
I suddenly felt his hand come onto mine and brought my head up, locking eyes with him.
“I’m so sorry about your brother. I couldn’t imagine, I am not involved in that anymore, I promise.” He squeezed my hand a little tighter.
“The drugs, all of that business, it would be hard to accept if you did that Marcus.” Our eyes were still narrowed in on each other, the tension was growing so fast I couldn’t catch up.
There was an awkward silence, and I didn’t know what to say. I could tell he was uneasy about the topic of conversation.
“I would never betray you Hunter.” He kept his hand on mine.
“Thanks Marcus.” I gave a small smile.
“Want to see the best view in the city?” His smile lit up, and I instantly knew what he was referring to. I could read in between the lines.
“Let me guess, your place?” I cleared my throat.
He let out a slight chuckle as he sipped his coffee, “Well, you sure are straight to the point, but yes.”
“I would love to.” What the hell was I thinking? I was hiding this massive scar underneath my shirt, what would happen if things escalated?
“Excuse me? Bill please.” Marcus called over one of the waiters and I continued salvaging the very little coffee I had left in my cup.
I was scared, but deep down, this is what I wanted.