Fatal Temptation: Between Two Alphas

Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

MIA

Michail comes to collect me. “Cameron wants to see you. I think he’s given you all the alone time he

can spare. It’s either you go to him, or he’ll be coming to you.” He shrugs. “I suggest you head up to the

main house. I imagine you’ll want to put the kids to bed.”

“Yes. Thanks.” I appreciate the warning.

I follow Michail outside. These rows of bunkhouses here aren’t used often. They’re more for the young

adults that are just starting out on their own. I didn’t mind the cramped space or the old fixtures in the

shower. I welcomed the time by myself to get my feelings and thoughts in order.

I grew up in the main house, and I’d been exiled before I had a chance to move out. But I’d been to

parties down here in Bunk Row, and like many of the places here in Healmsworth Pack lands that I

took for granted while growing up, seeing them now brings back so many memories.

We pass the chapel and training buildings, the butcher and stock rooms, the market co-op with its giant

baskets of produce and fruits. I grab an apple as we pass and take a bite.

Michail laughs warmly. As a kid, I never passed the place without snagging something to munch on.

“Some things never change,” he tells me.

“And some things do. I’m not the same girl you remember.”

He grins. “That’s for damn sure. You’re pretty bad ass these days, Mia.”

I’m an emotional wreck. But I appreciate that he sees me differently. I’m not sure the rest of the pack

can or ever will.

We enter the main hall of Cameron’s house.

It’s a massive place.

Meeting rooms and gathering halls, a recreational wing, and even a collection of decked out suites for

visiting guests. So much looks the same, yet everything is different.

The grand hall is filled with wolves hanging out. They watch tv or eat or play pool. I see a card game

going near the bar.

They quiet as I go by but then the conversation picks up again.

I head down the hall to the main wing where Cam resides. It no longer feels like his father’s place,

though I can smell the older wolf’s scent, which still clings to the floor and walls like a fine mist.

I knock before entering Cam’s bedroom. It’s a huge suite with a fireplace, entertainment area and

balcony.

Cam looks pale, but his smile is wide and he laughs at something Jacelyn says.

My little peanut is so sweet and caring.

“Mommy!” Jacelyn turns and waves at me. “Storytime?”

“Storytime!” Aaron insists.

I sense him before he joins me, but my father is a hard one to ignore. His presence as pack beta

resonates. Even though I’m no longer a part of the Healmsworth pack, I can’t deny my connection to

my dad.

As much as I might want to.

“Ah, excuse me, Alpha, Mia. Would it be okay if I put the young ones to bed?”

When Cam glances at me, I feel little ripples of energy dancing along my skin. I’m too aware of this

man.

Before I can reply, the kids are rushing to my dad. “Pop-pop! Story!”

“Okay,” I say. “It looks like you’re tucking the twins in tonight.” Every mother learns to pick her battles.

And though I would’ve preferred to be the one to do it, because I needed to be close to them, their

happiness comes first.

My father smiles wide. “Who wants a Pop-pop ride to bed?”

Aaron pats my arm as he passes and jumps into his grandfather’s arms.

Jacelyn runs over to me for a quick hug and kiss, before she pulls away, and holds up her arms for him.

My Dad scoops her up.

And in a blink, my children are gone.

It’s just me and Cam.

And Eric, my wolf reminds me, grinning.

She likes hearing him in our minds. But then, Nala is ornery like that. She’s a strong, prime wolf. The

attention of two Alphas appeals to her animal side, where only the strongest would be able to claim her.

I clear my throat. “Where is my dad taking the kids?”

Cam stands, his expression guarded though his gaze rakes me from head to toe. “To your old room.”

“Oh.”

“I kept it for you.”

I snort. “Yeah, right.”

He frowns. “I… I’m struggling here, Mia. It’s like a veil has been lifted off my eyes after too many

years.”

I feel that to my bones, the weary, soul-deep exhaustion.

Cam is a victim too, I remind myself. He had been tricked and manipulated, and for an Alpha…to be

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He comes close, his hands reaching out to touch mine, and a shuddering breath escapes him when he

finally does.

“I still can’t believe you’re real,” he whispers.

I blink back tears.

His hands squeeze mine, and the connection between us… it’s there.

It’s always been there.

“Run with me?” he asks.

Nala turns circles excitedly in my mind.

One side of Cam’s mouth kicks up. “Yeah, Conn is eager too.”

He holds my hand and leads me out of the pack house. The wolves in the main hall see. Most of them

smile. Others nudge shoulders or point.

The attention never bothered me before, but now…

“Make it an early night,” he tells them.

The command is clear. This Alpha wants privacy.

Chairs push back and everyone jumps to obey.

I blush.

They’re out the doors before we are.

Cam slows to turn off a few lights, before we walk hand-in-hand outside.

I haven’t been intimate with a man in years.

Things didn’t progress all the way with Eric and those dream-encounters with Cameron…I’m not sure

they count.

He takes a deep breath. “My men have filled me in on everything that’s transpired.” He shakes his

head. “We’ve had some rough times, you and I.”

My mouth twitches. “You could say that.”

“You work in the tech field now?”

“Cybersecurity.”

He beams. “That’s impressive.”

I shouldn’t bask in the fact that he’s proud of me–but I do.

And I like holding his hand. In the good times, we did this all the time.

We walk south.

Away from the pack, from the circle. Away even from the lake which lies to the north and was one of

our favorite places.

When we reach the trees, he moves his hands up to my neck. He holds my face for a few seconds, as

if he’s still reassuring himself I’m real.

Then his hands go to my shirt and he slowly undoes the first button.

And the next.

I suck a breath as his knuckles graze the top of my breasts.

He makes a rumbling sound. He goes slowly enough that I can stop him at any time. But he doesn’t

ask permission to undress me. There is something very hot about the way he takes what he wants.

When he reaches the last button, he draws the shirt off my shoulders and with one flick of his fingers

he unsnaps my bra too.

My skin is pale in the moonlight. My nipples are hard and dark, and with each breath I feel them tighten

further beneath his gaze.

He doesn’t touch me.

Just looks his full.

His eyes are full gold, his own chest heaving with the effort it takes to restrain himself.

It turns me on.

And his scent…

It’s familiar and feral and so so strong.

His big hands hit the top of my jeans. His fingers smooth along my stomach and it gives me shivers.

He smirks then, likely smelling how hot I am for him, knowing how much I want him.

Then he’s undoing my jeans, drawing down the zipper, and taking my panties down with them.

I step out of my clothes and let him look.

We’d make love more often in the day than at night, and whether he was commanding me to touch

myself or just positioning me ten different ways to see us from every angle, Cam always liked to watch.

I feel myself blushing, but there’s such hunger in his eyes that it pushes away any shyness I might feel.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia.”

He runs the back of his hands over my breasts. They’re bigger. The nipples too. My hips are wider. I’ve

healed and look mostly the same, but having twins did alter my body.

He palms my hips. “My babies look good on you.”

The way he holds me, it sends heat coursing through my veins.

I want this man. So much.

I shouldn’t. But I do.