Fatal Temptation: Between Two Alphas

Chapter 45

Chapter Forty-Five

JACE

Morgan boards the plane and makes herself comfortable in the back. This is one of our

Corporate fleet, a Cessna Citation XLS. It’s decked out and I smile at her as she reaches for the basket

of snacks.

When she took me by the hand, I’d been hoping she’d lead me to bed. But bless this witch, she

dragged me out of the house and in short order we are readying to break into her coven’s laboratories.

Jacob climbs the steps and boards.

He takes one look at her, one at me.

“I’ll debrief you while we’re en route.”

He shrugs.

It’s one of the things I like most about him. This wolf can roll with the punches. He introduces himself to

Morgan then takes his seat at the rear of the plane where he begins setting up his electronics.

“You know how to fly this thing?” Morgan asks.

She looks more curious than worried.

“I finished my training hours last week,” I tell her.

She snickers.

Jacob glances between us. He arches a brow.

I let one side of my mouth lift up.

Yeah, I fell for a witch.

He grunts.

Conversation complete.

Pretty much the same kind of conversation that took place when I told him I needed his skills for a trip

to California.

“Dangerous?” he’d asked.

“Yup,” I said.

“Okay.”

“We’re wheels up in two,” I say as I continue my pre-flight analysis.

“Might want to rethink that, boss.” Jacob points out the window.

What? “Why?”

And then I see them.

Michail and Declan.

They’ve parked in the hangar and are walking across the tarmac.

I brace myself for what could be a fight. These wolves are my friends but their loyalty to pack is

absolute. And I have no clearance for this.

Sure, Cam told me to ‘Deal with it,’ but I’m taking a whole lot of liberty with that decree.

“Oh… great,” Morgan mutters. “More friends.”

She isn’t really angry about it, but I do think she’s less comfortable than she was when it was just me,

her and Jacob.

The wolves of my pack haven’t exactly been kind to her and that whole burn-her-alive scenario at the

Circle was probably going to take a few minutes to forget.

“We’re all on the same team,” I remind her. And that’s true, at least in our goal to save Merilee. Outside

of that goal, I’d be lying. She’s made a lot of enemies.

I can’t even say I’m sure of Michail’s or Declan’s motives as they approach now.

I join my thoughts to theirs. If you plan to stop us…that’s not happening.

I brace for a fight that may be coming. These are two of the fiercest wolves in our pack.

Declan sighs in my mind. That’s insulting, Jace.

Morgan can’t hear our thoughts. She doesn’t know that these wolves are here to help. She rolls her

hand and a ball of fire appears in her palm. She winks at me.

I grin.

Michail boards first. He’s wearing sunglasses and one of those Tommy Bahama shirts that make sense

on a retiree but somehow cool on him. He eyes the flameball Morgan’s bouncing and instead of taking

offense, he just laughs. He goes to sit beside Jacob.

He doesn’t say a word to me. Not in my mind, not out loud.

Which is his own message I suppose.

It’s the equivalent of, “You didn’t ask, but I’m coming anyway, asshole.”

Okay.

Declan’s next. He carries two massive duffel bags in each hand. From the clatter they make when they

hit the floor, I know he’s come ‘prepared’ enough for all of us.

Declan scans the tarmac before he closes and seals the door.

“Hello Morgan,” he says quietly. Then he moves into the cockpit and sits beside me.

We go through the motions of prepping the plane for takeoff.

Right before we’re ready to leave, I turn back to Morgan. “It’s not too late. We can do this without you.”

I say it because I don’t want her hurt, and if there’s a bounty on her head, I don’t want her anywhere

near her coven. But the reality is we’re waaay out of our element.

Her eyes flash to white. It’s eerie.

It’s thrilling.

Her power grows and she touches one finger to the side of her seat. In the next second a shock of

electricity jolts me in the ass.

“Morgan.”

“We’ve been over this, wolf. We go… together.”

* * * * * * * * * *

MIA

It’s a map of New Orleans.

I’ve never been.

There was talk when I was sixteen of a roadtrip, but the guys took off and I was stuck home. Even

Claire got to go. She came back with beads, big booze cups and an entire suitcase of beignet mix and

tins of cafe au lait from some place called Cafe Du Monde.

I always wanted to visit that city.

I just didn’t think I’d be doing it to meet a mother I’d thought my whole life was dead.

I scribble a note for my dad.

He’ll understand. At least, I think he will. Hell, maybe all of this was already ‘foreseen’ and I can bypass

this step altogether.

No. I need to tread lighter here.

My dad…

He let what happened to me happen …because it had to?

I’m not sure how I feel about that.

As a mother, what would I have done in his shoes? And how would I feel if I’d carried such knowledge

for my child’s whole life?

That was a heavy burden for him.

Who’s to say what would’ve occurred had I stayed? Cam was cursed. Ashley was vicious and vengeful.

Maybe I would’ve lost my babies.

Maybe I would’ve died at one–or both–of their hands.

I rub my head. The mental gymnastics are exhausting.

A note. Get back to writing the note. My dad’s letter was simple. I told him I needed to leave. He knew

why. I signed it that I loved him.

This second letter… the pen stills as I write my kids’ names.

Jacelyn, Aaron…

There are a thousand things I want to say. Comforting things, encouraging things, apologies and

explanations.

How does a mother craft her last words to her children?

No.

I can’t think like that. I will come back. I will survive.

I love you always. And will be with you forever.

I want to tell them to be strong, to be happy. To find joy in every day. But they’re kids and they need

me, not some note with a bunch of fortune-cookie sayings. God, I can be so dramatic sometimes.

I content myself with the knowledge that my kids know that I love them. And, much as I hate to admit it,

here among Healmsworth Pack, they’ll be surrounded by love too.

I’m not sure what tomorrow will bring. Or even if what I’m doing is right or will make any difference. But

everyone else seems to know more about my life, my body, my future. And it’s time I found some

answers for myself.

I shove some of my old clothes into a bag.

There isn’t much to grab. Some jeans, a pair of shoes. I can hit a store for whatever I might need. As

for money, I have a few accounts I can access.

I’ll need to get off packlands first…

I calculate the shortest route to the main road.

With my mind made up, I head out of the house.

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