was an important step. Josie trusted him enough to accept the bonding.
Thank you for your trust, malyshka. I promise to do my best to make you happy. Valerii knew Josie’s trust was not lightly given. Her life experiences made her wary. He felt humbled by her gift.
I’ll try as well, Valerii. I fear I will drive you crazy. I like to give orders, not take them. Please don’t underestimate these men after me. They killed my parents.
I know, Josie. Lycan law states that any human who becomes a threat to our race must be eliminated. I need to look into this matter further.
No! Please, Valerii. You must stay safe for me, as I will stay safe for you.
Josie, we are wasting a perfectly good dream arguing. Why don’t you kiss me instead?
I thought you’d never ask .
***
“Joe, wake up. Josephine, we are pulling into the Gare du Nord Station. We’re here.”
Josie heard Susan’s voice from a distance and vaguely registered a hand on her shoulder. “No,” she moaned. She shuddered, ripped from Valerii’s arms. She still could feel him sleeping on the following train. “Give me a minute, I was dreaming,” she said , rubbing her hands over her face.
“Dreaming of your fiancé, right? I thought I heard you mumble his name.”
Heat suffused Josephine’s face. She talked in her sleep? “Did I er...say anything else?”
“No, but you did moan a little. I almost woke you up. I hope the dream wasn’t too unpleasant.” Susan patted Josephine’s shoulder and looked concerned.
Unpleasant? The dream was anything but unpleasant. “It was fine. We were talking, sort of.” Could her face get any more flushed? Josephine put her hands on her cheeks, feeling the heat.
“Well, it was just a dream,” Susan said.
A dream so real Josephine wished it had never ended. The train slowed even more and finally pulled to a stop.
“Can Jack and I share a taxi with you? We’re staying at the Hilton.”
“I need to meet with my pa...uh family,” Josie said.
“Well, I wish you the best of luck, Josephine. I know we ’ll meet again. I have this feeling that our lives are intertwined. Remember what I said about your fiancé. Men like to feel needed.”
“I will, Susan. Thank you.”
“Go buy a new outfit. I’m sure your family will want to see the real you.” Susan smiled and headed down the aisle, her husband following behind.
Josie glanced at her reflection in the window , then down at her clothes. “The real me. That’s not a bad idea.” She smiled.
There was no sign that Fortescue’s men were pursuing her. The diversion had worked. She was home. Paris, city of lights, city of fashion. There was a small boutique she used to shop in with her mère over near the Opera Garnier. A quick trip on the metro would get her there in minutes. Pain sliced into her head. Anytime she thought of her past the pain would hit her. Hand on her forehead, she blinked and headed for the metro entrance.
Once she arrived at the shop, she stood and looked at the window displays , then at the people around her. She had been dressing as a boy for so long she wasn’t sure what to buy. Sighing, she walked into the store.
After help from a knowledgeable sales clerk, Josie took a pile of clothes into the dressing room to try on. Her favorite was a black lace dress with its miniskirt trimmed in black Marabou feathers. She tried it on and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. It fit her perfectly. She would need a new black brassiere and panties, as well as shoes and maybe a pair of sparkly dangling earrings. Yes, this outfit would show the whole pack that the Alpha female was back. Would they accept her claim? Would she find the traitor who betrayed her father?
She picked out a pair of black, skin-tight leggings and a blue silk shirt to wear for the time being, and after paying for both outfits, slipped into a dressing room to change. She felt amazing in her new outfit. It had been so long since she’d dressed as a woman , she almost
Thank you for your trust, malyshka. I promise to do my best to make you happy. Valerii knew Josie’s trust was not lightly given. Her life experiences made her wary. He felt humbled by her gift.
I’ll try as well, Valerii. I fear I will drive you crazy. I like to give orders, not take them. Please don’t underestimate these men after me. They killed my parents.
I know, Josie. Lycan law states that any human who becomes a threat to our race must be eliminated. I need to look into this matter further.
No! Please, Valerii. You must stay safe for me, as I will stay safe for you.
Josie, we are wasting a perfectly good dream arguing. Why don’t you kiss me instead?
I thought you’d never ask .
***
“Joe, wake up. Josephine, we are pulling into the Gare du Nord Station. We’re here.”
Josie heard Susan’s voice from a distance and vaguely registered a hand on her shoulder. “No,” she moaned. She shuddered, ripped from Valerii’s arms. She still could feel him sleeping on the following train. “Give me a minute, I was dreaming,” she said , rubbing her hands over her face.
“Dreaming of your fiancé, right? I thought I heard you mumble his name.”
Heat suffused Josephine’s face. She talked in her sleep? “Did I er...say anything else?”
“No, but you did moan a little. I almost woke you up. I hope the dream wasn’t too unpleasant.” Susan patted Josephine’s shoulder and looked concerned.
Unpleasant? The dream was anything but unpleasant. “It was fine. We were talking, sort of.” Could her face get any more flushed? Josephine put her hands on her cheeks, feeling the heat.
“Well, it was just a dream,” Susan said.
A dream so real Josephine wished it had never ended. The train slowed even more and finally pulled to a stop.
“Can Jack and I share a taxi with you? We’re staying at the Hilton.”
“I need to meet with my pa...uh family,” Josie said.
“Well, I wish you the best of luck, Josephine. I know we ’ll meet again. I have this feeling that our lives are intertwined. Remember what I said about your fiancé. Men like to feel needed.”
“I will, Susan. Thank you.”
“Go buy a new outfit. I’m sure your family will want to see the real you.” Susan smiled and headed down the aisle, her husband following behind.
Josie glanced at her reflection in the window , then down at her clothes. “The real me. That’s not a bad idea.” She smiled.
There was no sign that Fortescue’s men were pursuing her. The diversion had worked. She was home. Paris, city of lights, city of fashion. There was a small boutique she used to shop in with her mère over near the Opera Garnier. A quick trip on the metro would get her there in minutes. Pain sliced into her head. Anytime she thought of her past the pain would hit her. Hand on her forehead, she blinked and headed for the metro entrance.
Once she arrived at the shop, she stood and looked at the window displays , then at the people around her. She had been dressing as a boy for so long she wasn’t sure what to buy. Sighing, she walked into the store.
After help from a knowledgeable sales clerk, Josie took a pile of clothes into the dressing room to try on. Her favorite was a black lace dress with its miniskirt trimmed in black Marabou feathers. She tried it on and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. It fit her perfectly. She would need a new black brassiere and panties, as well as shoes and maybe a pair of sparkly dangling earrings. Yes, this outfit would show the whole pack that the Alpha female was back. Would they accept her claim? Would she find the traitor who betrayed her father?
She picked out a pair of black, skin-tight leggings and a blue silk shirt to wear for the time being, and after paying for both outfits, slipped into a dressing room to change. She felt amazing in her new outfit. It had been so long since she’d dressed as a woman , she almost
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