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CHAPTER 4
Conner Roy Donovan watched as the old lady hurried past him, her eyes on the floor.
Smart woman.
He had come close to committing murder...twice; first the bell boy, who had dared touch the she-wolf and then the human male.
Conner steadied the female in his arms when she pitched forward when the train braked. He carried her to the bench, at the end of the compartment, farthest away from his pack mates. He knew they were just as affected by the female's heat as he was, and had far less control than him. The only thing keeping them from bursting in here were his commands.
Jared.
Yes sir? The beta's mental answer sounded like a frog's croak.
Inform Jason about the rogues in his territory and the condition this one is in. Ask him to send help as soon as possible. Co-ordinate with him and make sure we all get off safely and without being seen if possible.
Okay.
And find me something to tie her down with. She seems to have managed to control the effects of heat somehow but I don't want to take any chances.
The beta's understanding flowed through their pack bond before Conner blocked him off.
He sat on the bench opposite to the female, elbows on his knees...
Amy.
He was leaning towards Amy so much he was in a danger of falling on his face. The heat and scent called to him strongly. But he resisted. Clenching his fingers into fists he avoided his most basic instinct to touch her. Instead he stared at her face, trying to put his finger on what bothered him the most about her.
Her face was familiar, yet unknown. The shape of her nose, the jaw line, the beauty spot on the left temple, tiny mole at the corner of her right eye; all these details made him remember things he had vowed to forget.
When he had first scented her he had thought that Jason had finally managed to spare a were to work at the hotel, where he preferred to stay while visiting. But he quickly grew suspicious of her tensed face and forced smile. Andrew's comment about not knowing her made him wary. He knew Andrew to be a ladies' man through and through. There was not a female in Clair pack that Andrew hadn't flirted with.
She was good he had to give her that. She had kept her eyes over their shoulder. Turned her back to them showing her trust, making him believe she was an omega or a theta at least. She had shocked him with her denial of his command. It was then he had noticed her eyes, more specifically the contacts she was wearing.
She was an Alpha and a rogue, a dangerous combination. What was she doing working at the hotel? Which pack was she from? And how the hell did she manage to stay sane without a pack?
He wouldn't be getting any answers until after her cycle was over. There were two of them; the other female must have escaped the first chance she got. Rouges were hardly ever loyal to each other.
The rogue had smelled of lilacs earlier at the hotel, and now it had changed to strawberries and cream. He snarled as thoughts flowed unrestrained through his head.
The scent had haunted his days and nights. It was stuck in his head, in his nose. He smelled it everywhere; at times he could almost taste it.
