Chapter 6 No.6

The rain had stopped, leaving the asphalt slick and reflecting the neon lights. Parked away from the bikes was a sleek, black Aston Martin. It looked like a panther crouching in the dark.

Debra blinked. Who is this guy? This wasn't a car a regular wolf drove. This was money. Serious money.

"Get in," Caleb said, unlocking the passenger door.

Debra slid into the low bucket seat. The leather was soft as butter. The interior smelled of him-that intoxicating mix of woodsmoke and masculine power. It made her head spin.

Caleb got in the driver's side. The engine purred to life, a low, aggressive growl that vibrated through the chassis.

He didn't pull out immediately. He turned to her, his arm resting on the steering wheel. The dashboard lights cast shadows across his sharp features.

"Let's get the terms clear," he said, his eyes scanning her face. "I'm not interested in your life story. I'm interested in the service. Once we leave this lot, you're mine for the night. Understood?"

Debra looked out the window. She imagined police sirens in the distance. She imagined Colin's smirk.

She turned back to Caleb. His eyes were dark pools, waiting.

"Drive," she said.

He shifted gears, and the car shot forward.

They didn't speak for the first few miles. The city lights blurred past. Debra leaned her head against the cool glass, watching the rain droplets race each other.

She should be terrified. She was in a stranger's car. A stranger who clearly despised her family, yet looked at her with a hunger that made her knees weak.

But she didn't feel fear. She felt... relief. The jacket around her shoulders felt like armor.

"Where are we going?" she asked finally. Her voice was small in the quiet cabin.

"My place," Caleb said. "Unless you prefer a motel?"

"No," she said quickly. Motels meant paper trails. Motels meant Colin could find her. "Your place is fine."

Caleb tightened his grip on the wheel. Her quick agreement surprised him. She was eager. Typical, he thought. These high-end escorts always preferred the luxury suites. Probably hoping to steal a watch or secure a repeat client.

But his wolf didn't care about politics. His wolf was howling, pacing, ecstatic that the female was in his territory, in his car, wearing his scent.

Debra shifted in her seat. The heat was returning. It started in her belly and radiated outward. It wasn't just the whiskey anymore.

"Is it hot in here?" she pulled at the collar of the shirt.

Caleb glanced at her. He sniffed the air.

The scent hit him like a physical blow. It had changed. Underneath the fear and the perfume, there was something new. Sweet. Heavy. Biological.

She's nearing her heat.

Or... was it the Mate bond triggering it?

"Damn it," Caleb muttered. He rolled down the window a crack. "You're reacting."

"Reacting to what?" Debra felt dizzy. Her skin felt too tight.

"To me," Caleb said bluntly.

Debra laughed, a breathless, giddy sound. "You think highly of yourself."

"Don't play coy," Caleb growled. "You know exactly what you're doing. Pumping out pheromones to ensure a bigger tip? It's working."

He took a sharp turn, heading up the winding roads toward the cliffs. The rich district. Sterling Heights.

Sterling.

Debra's eyes widened. "Wait. You're... you're Caleb Sterling?"

The rival Alpha. The man who controlled the shipping lanes. The man her father hated because he was richer, younger, and stronger.

Caleb glanced at her. "Took you long enough. Did your agency not brief you on the client list?"

"My father says you're a ruthless shark," Debra mumbled.

"Your father is a toothless dog," Caleb retorted.

They pulled up to a massive glass and steel structure perched on the edge of the cliff. It was modern, cold, and breathtaking. The gate recognized the car and swung open silently.

Caleb parked in the garage. He cut the engine.

Silence rushed back in.

Debra tried to open the door, but her fingers were clumsy. Her body felt heavy, languid. The heat was becoming unbearable.

Caleb was at her door in a second. He pulled it open.

"Can you walk?" he asked, looking at her flushed face.

"I think so," she said. She swung her legs out. As soon as her feet hit the concrete, her knees buckled.

Caleb caught her.

He swept her up into his arms effortlessly. Debra gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. Her nose buried itself in the crook of his neck.

She inhaled deeply. Cedar. Rain. Mate.

She couldn't stop herself. She nuzzled him, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his throat.

Caleb stiffened. A low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her ribs.

"Don't do that," he warned, his voice rough. "Unless you want this to happen right here in the garage."

"Maybe I do," Debra whispered. It wasn't her speaking. It was the wolf. It was the instinct to bind herself to the one thing that could protect her.

Caleb cursed. He turned and strode toward the elevator, carrying her like she weighed nothing.

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