Chapter 2 Two

Annie remember the day she lost both her parents, five years ago, at the callow age sixteen, her parents was omega one of the lowest ranks in the pack, but they were happy, they live simple life as farmers , she admires her parents , they loved each other so much.

But a sudden rouge attack took their live, she move to new york to live with her love and also childhood best friend ken,he was a drug dealer and womanizer, being born to the life of omega, Annie work odd jobs for the pack untill graduation when she wil be assigned to permanent job, but the sudden attack change everything,when she move in with ken her whole life change, he used and abuse her, that was why she was running in the first place. But she shouldn't dwell on the past, new york wasn't the only place in the world to make a life for herself . She would miss the bright lights and the fresh bagels, but on the plus side, she would never have to apologize to anyone for loving country music ever again.

She cranked up the volume on her radio and sang lustily along with Pam Tillis, her eyes still helplessly fixed on the sparkling, wind- whipped figure on the road ahead of her. The motorcycle man hung back, letting her pull up alongside him. He gave her a thumb-up and made extravagant gestures toward the Food-Gas lodging sing ahead of them, just as he 'd been doing all day. He was getting bolder. She supposed she should be worried, but her worry supply was all used up. She stared at his bold laughing grin, savoring the tingling pull of curiosity he gave her; a pull that had nothing to do with his designers clothes or his costly bike. His smile caught her off guard , like a blaze of sunshine piercing unexpectedly through thick clouds. He radiated light and colour i all directions. It was incredible sexy. Almost tempting enough to make her stop and flirt with him in person, just to see if the gooey, melting feeling that his smile had provoked had any basis in reality. But going gooey was the last thing she should do,after everything that had happened with ken, she had to toughen up, fast.she shook her head with a regretful smile,blew him a kiss and mouthed " in your dreams, buddy" as she accelerated smoothly past him.

The wind whipped Jacob's shout of frustration into nothing as pulled onto the exit ramp. He'd decided that today was the day to make direct contact; enough road tag, but the touseled honey- blonde was not complying with his timetable. It was driving him nuts. He was ravenous. Didn't she ever eat? Since the day he found her after many years of looking for his mate, he sworn never to live her.

He park his bike and stalked into restaurant, grumbling as he yanked off the helmet. He was restless and jazzed, and that taunting kiss she' d blown him from the pickup had given him a raging hard-on. Something about the way that luscious pink mouth puckered up just got to him. She seemed to like yanking his chain.

He ordered steak, salad and a baked potato, and pulled the crumpled Kentucky road map out of his pocket to gauge how far out of his way he 'd gone in his wild pursuit. Not that he 'd really had any destination to begin with. He kept his vacation plans deliberately to find his mate after serious discussion with his friend, since he was only one without mate because of his company and many contracts he was handling, he never had chance for himself , figuring that it would do him good to practice spontaneity. Well he was practising it now, with vengeance. It had started at a restaurant off 1-95, right after Philadelphia. The sight of her walking out of the ladie's room had hit him like a fist. He found himself staring helplessly at the fit of her jeans, deliciously snug over her round, lush rear. And those cute little nipples, poking out of the tight T-shirt, bouncing and quivering as she moved.

She hadn't seen him. In fact she'd noticed barely anything. She'd walked like a woman in a dream. She looked tired. Her heavy waves of honey-blonde hair covered side of her pale face, her gray eyes haunted and vulnerable. Like she needed someone to cheer her up, make her laugh. Chase those shadows away from her eyes. He'd left his uneaten food on the table and followed her like a man under a spell. She hadn't even noticed him until Charlottesville, Virginia. That had been his first victory. He knew where she hiked, where she camped, where she stopped to pee, where she got gas. He hadn't approached her yet, sensing that the moment wasn't right, but no one else had gotten close to her without him knowing about it, and he was cheerfully prepared to tear any guy who bothered her to pieces. He couldn't really blame her for not stopping. But it still drove him nuts. He was just following his instincts, like he always had. Following his instincts was what had made him a successful man. His instincts had served him both in his pack and company dutifully whenever he'd called upon them. He wasn't used to thrashing helplessly in their grip.