Fatal Temptation: Between Two Alphas

Chapter 57

Chapter Fifty-Seven

JACE

The doorbell rings.

What. The. Fuck.

I glance sharply at Morgan. “Did you contact anyone?”

She’s naked and half asleep in the bed beside me. “Who? When?” She throws a pillow at me. “Yeah, I

grabbed up the landline while we were switching positions.”

I snort.

“Stupid question, wolf.”

She’s right. Neither of us have left each other’s sight for hours.

“It’s probably the guys,” she says. “Doordash or Uber Eats or something.”

“Yeah, probably.”

But I don’t think so.

A few seconds later, there’s a knock at the door. “Hey Jace…you’re going to want to come out for this.”

I push from the bed slowly and draw on my jeans.

“Stay here,” I tell Morgan.

But she’s already standing and getting dressed too. That’s probably for the best. She isn’t a wolf, she

can’t shift the way we can to protect our bodies.

“Relax, puppy–”

“Oh no you didn’t…”

She laughs.

With a twirl of her hand, the bed and everything in this room is set to rights. As she follows me out of

the room, she’s chanting something.

It feels like a physical wall of energy that pulses through the room and moves into Morgan. She’s

gathering her power and it is intense.

“I take it this isn’t a food delivery,” I say to my men.

They shake their heads.

Okay then. We have a potential threat on the other side of that door.

“Remember,” she says quietly, “no one who wishes harm can pass.”

Michail acts like he’s stomping a staff into the ground. He raises his arms. “You shall not pass!” He

gives his best Gandalf imitation.

We chuckle at that.

“Seriously though,” Morgan says. “We are safe here. Stay inside. We’re only vulnerable if we step

outside these walls.”

“On three,” I tell them.

“One, two…”

Jacob opens the door.

Before I can catch her–Morgan runs outside.

“Damn it, woman!” I yell and lunge after her. This witch is quick and I stop short when I see her hugging

someone.

“What are you doing here?” she gushes, and there is such joy in her voice.

I stop short. That ‘someone’ is roughly five-foot-three and maybe a buck twenty. She has short spiky

blonde hair, no, not blond, white. Her skin is smooth but there are crinkles at the corners of her eyes

and around her mouth. She gives me a once-over then winks.

When Morgan finally releases her, she steps back and swipes at tears. “Come in, come in, Nonna.”

Grandma???

I step back and so do the other guys. We fan out in the living room and Nonna walks in. Morgan holds

her grandma’s hand and the gesture is almost childlike in its innocence, she is so happy to see this

woman.

“My, oh my,” Nonna exclaims. She stares at each of my men in turn. When her gaze lands on me and

rather shamelessly appraises my bare chest, I actually feel myself blushing. I don’t think I’ve ever

blushed before.

She pat’s Morgan’s hand. “Oh darling, I do love me some wolves.” Her dark eyes swing to Morgan. “If

I’d known you were entertaining, I would’ve worn my 70s self glamour.”

Morgan laughs. “Nonna! Behave.”

The older woman snorts.

I like her instantly.

Morgan makes introductions before guiding us all into the kitchen where we sit or stand around the

central island.

Michail resumes eating a slice of pizza.

Jacob watches the interplays intently, cataloging details and assessing the situation. Declan offers

Nonna something to drink. She smiles fondly at him.

“There isn’t much time,” she tells us.

Morgan and I glance at each other. “You know why we’re here?” she asks.

Nonna arches a brow. “I can guess. You always were way too attached to that she-wolf. I blame your

mother. She was so paranoid and power-hungry she never allowed you to make friends.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I step closer to Morgan and clasp her hand. Something about picturing her as a lonely little girl makes

me angry and sad. Thane butts at my head. He wants me to hug her or kiss her, but I’m not sure she

would want that kind of public display of affection, so I keep it to holding her hand.

“Mia is like a sister to me,” Morgan says.

“Yes.” Nonna sighs. “I know that, dearest. That’s why I’m here.” Her dark eyes cut to me. “Relationships

with other species can be challenging. There is always fear.”

I nod slowly. The message is clear.

We won’t have an easy go of it.

I pretty much figured that out when my father ordered me to kill her during the trial.

“Okay, let’s get to it then.” She glances at my packmates before her gaze settles on Declan. “Oh. Yes.

You.”

He opens his mouth but abruptly closes it. “Uh, yes, ma’am.”

She laughs and the sound is decidedly amused. “Oh, my boy, don’t say ma’am. Even when we’re old

enough to be one, we still enjoy the pretense.” So saying her eyes flutter to white and in the next

instant, she’s maybe twenty-five. Same hair, same eyes, just young again.

“Holy shit,” this from Michail. He tilts his head. “You witches ever hit any wolf bars? I swear I’ve gone to

bed with one version of a woman, and woken up with another.”

I choke on a laugh.

Nonna shakes her head bemusedly.

We’re all thinking the same thing. Michail being shitfaced and magic having nothing to do with it.

“It’s possible,” Nonna allows with a wink.

Declan just blinks like a deer in the headlights. “Come here,” she tells him. “Stand behind me.”

He does.

In the next second, she retracts her glamour. And though she’s old again, the beauty is still there. It has

me looking at Morgan in another light. Wanting to see how she’ll grow and change over the course of

our lifetimes. I look forward to growing old with her.

If we survive the next few hours, that is.

“Jace, be a dear, stand behind Morgan.”

Huh? Okay. I move to stand a foot away from her back.

“Put your hands on her shoulders.”

I do.

In the next second, she slaps her hand against Morgan’s forehead and uses her other hand to hold the

back of Morgan’s head, in what looks to be a crushing grip.

“Hey now–” I start.

“Nonna no!”

“Silence!”

Nonna’s command renders the whole room motionless. I try to take a step and can’t.

“Don’t resist it,” she tells Morgan. “Don’t you dare waste the gift that is being given to you.”

Goosebumps run down my arms.

Tears stream down Morgan’s face. “Please, please don’t do this, Nonna. I need you.”

“Yes, which is why I’m helping you right now.”

“I can’t lose you,” Morgan whispers brokenly.

The pressure Nonna’s exerting has Morgan fighting to stand upright. I want to hug her, but I can only

push to keep her standing.

Morgan screams.

Nonna’s eyes flash to full white and are fluttering so fast it looks like they’re going to roll backwards

completely. It’s a crazy sight to behold. Like something out of the Exorcist.

My men are fanned out. Michail slides his hand to grab the knife beside the pizza box. Jacob is braced

to fight or flee, and Declan stands perfectly still, waiting.

Sweat beads on Nonna’s brow and veins pop on her arms and neck and face. They raise in an ugly

purplish spiderweb and they seem to ripple.

Morgan shakes, her whole body starts to convulse.

In the next instant, both women are tossed backwards.

I catch Morgan and take the brunt of the blow, my back slamming into the stove. I hold her in my arms.

A lock of her hair has turned stark white and she’s shaking.

Declan slams into the opposite wall with Nonna.

The woman looks slighter, even thinner.

The vibrant energy she projected is dimmed dramatically.

She collapses and Declan catches her. He sweeps her up like a child and cradles the old woman

against his chest.

“Is she?” I’m afraid to ask.

“Still breathing,” Declan says quietly.

Michail’s head snaps from one side of the kitchen to the other. “What the fuck just happened!?”