emerald green eyes. What wasn’t to like? And she did like him. Truly .
He rubbed the back of his head and turned back to her. “So I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the pack Halloween party?” His usual look of confidence was slightly tinted by hopefulness.
She held her breath. Acksel was nice, funny, but also serious and responsible when he had to be. Thinking about him made her smile. Any woman would be lucky to have him. But... then there was Hans .
With his scar , tattoos, broken nose and repellent personality Hans could easily be dismissed as being the poor relation to Acksel. Not that Hans cared about that . He didn’t give a fuck about anything. Asshole .
In Melody’s head, and heart, Acksel paled just due to the fact that he wasn’t Hans. Hans . With his taut muscles, interesting tattoos, troubled face and deep soulful green eyes, Melody just wanted to curl around him and hold him to her. Thinking about him made her knees weak and another part of her anatomy, that felt quite sore from their store room antics, sit up and take notice.
“I ummm, kind of just started seeing someone.” Lying was easier. What else could she say, ‘sorry Acksel, I just had mind blowing sex with your brother and even though he hates me I’m kind of hung up on him, so I don’t think it would be appropriate’. No, that wouldn’t go down well .
Disappointment flashed across his face. “Too bad, maybe we can go out as friends some time.”
“I’d like that.”
He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
“Ummm, don’t you want to put on some clothes?”
“Nah , I’m pretty comfortable au natural.”
She sniggered. “Yes I see that.”
When they arrived at her door they bid each other good night and Acksel shifted. His massive wolf padded away into the night.
Melody surveyed the area, the darkened house and flickering street lamps. Everything was calm. But still she felt a prickling on her neck. Maybe Acksel was still hanging around. She hoped so. The idea of who else might be out there made her stomach churn.
He shook her head and went into the cottage. Locking the door tightly.
She stretched out her aching muscles, rubbing her painful back. She had hit the wall pretty hard, repeatedly . She was tired, so she took a long shower and crept into bed, cocooning herself in the covers.
Stupid Hans , she thought bitterly . She thought of Acksel and she smiled. She wasn’t interested in him but she had to admit that it felt nice to be wanted.
Well if Hans didn’t want her then she just needed to show him what he was missing. She thought of her favourite item of clothing hanging in her wardrobe, her black mini skirt. It was well cut and very flattering, wearing it always made her feel sexy and confident.
Perhaps tomorrow she should wear it to work. Her lips curled upwards. Yep, tomorrow she’d show him.
Chapter Five
29 th October
Hans looked at Acksel with loathing. Acksel had stopped by before Pizza Moon was due to open to see their mother Ilse. Mama’s boy .
Acksel had slapped him on the back and asked him a few questions about how things were going, how he was... honestly Hans barely listened. He had sneered and snarled his responses to all his tedious questions, barely able to control himself from shifting and challenging him.
Acksel , so accustomed to his moody older brother, hadn’t even batted an eyelid.
Last night after Melody had left the restaurant Hans had worried about her walking home on her own after 11pm. Plus he might have felt a smidge of guilt about the things he said to her. Who was he kidding? He had followed her home every night since he met her...
He had quickly locked up and trailed after her, keeping his distance, staying to the shadows. He didn’t imagine that she wanted to talk to him. Plus she had drenched herself with a particularly
He rubbed the back of his head and turned back to her. “So I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the pack Halloween party?” His usual look of confidence was slightly tinted by hopefulness.
She held her breath. Acksel was nice, funny, but also serious and responsible when he had to be. Thinking about him made her smile. Any woman would be lucky to have him. But... then there was Hans .
With his scar , tattoos, broken nose and repellent personality Hans could easily be dismissed as being the poor relation to Acksel. Not that Hans cared about that . He didn’t give a fuck about anything. Asshole .
In Melody’s head, and heart, Acksel paled just due to the fact that he wasn’t Hans. Hans . With his taut muscles, interesting tattoos, troubled face and deep soulful green eyes, Melody just wanted to curl around him and hold him to her. Thinking about him made her knees weak and another part of her anatomy, that felt quite sore from their store room antics, sit up and take notice.
“I ummm, kind of just started seeing someone.” Lying was easier. What else could she say, ‘sorry Acksel, I just had mind blowing sex with your brother and even though he hates me I’m kind of hung up on him, so I don’t think it would be appropriate’. No, that wouldn’t go down well .
Disappointment flashed across his face. “Too bad, maybe we can go out as friends some time.”
“I’d like that.”
He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
“Ummm, don’t you want to put on some clothes?”
“Nah , I’m pretty comfortable au natural.”
She sniggered. “Yes I see that.”
When they arrived at her door they bid each other good night and Acksel shifted. His massive wolf padded away into the night.
Melody surveyed the area, the darkened house and flickering street lamps. Everything was calm. But still she felt a prickling on her neck. Maybe Acksel was still hanging around. She hoped so. The idea of who else might be out there made her stomach churn.
He shook her head and went into the cottage. Locking the door tightly.
She stretched out her aching muscles, rubbing her painful back. She had hit the wall pretty hard, repeatedly . She was tired, so she took a long shower and crept into bed, cocooning herself in the covers.
Stupid Hans , she thought bitterly . She thought of Acksel and she smiled. She wasn’t interested in him but she had to admit that it felt nice to be wanted.
Well if Hans didn’t want her then she just needed to show him what he was missing. She thought of her favourite item of clothing hanging in her wardrobe, her black mini skirt. It was well cut and very flattering, wearing it always made her feel sexy and confident.
Perhaps tomorrow she should wear it to work. Her lips curled upwards. Yep, tomorrow she’d show him.
Chapter Five
29 th October
Hans looked at Acksel with loathing. Acksel had stopped by before Pizza Moon was due to open to see their mother Ilse. Mama’s boy .
Acksel had slapped him on the back and asked him a few questions about how things were going, how he was... honestly Hans barely listened. He had sneered and snarled his responses to all his tedious questions, barely able to control himself from shifting and challenging him.
Acksel , so accustomed to his moody older brother, hadn’t even batted an eyelid.
Last night after Melody had left the restaurant Hans had worried about her walking home on her own after 11pm. Plus he might have felt a smidge of guilt about the things he said to her. Who was he kidding? He had followed her home every night since he met her...
He had quickly locked up and trailed after her, keeping his distance, staying to the shadows. He didn’t imagine that she wanted to talk to him. Plus she had drenched herself with a particularly
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