Three years later

Amelia

It was the third time in an hour that Paul’s hands accidentally brushed across my ass.

There was no point in glaring at him or pushing his hand away. He’d just give me a sleazy grin and mouth sorry. It was just a show for the customers, or at least those customers who didn’t know who I was. When we were alone, he didn’t even bother with the fake apology.

He didn’t have to apologize to me. I didn’t deserve it.

So I ignored him as I pulled the wine out of the cooler beneath the bar and smiled at the customer in front of me. “Our chicken caprese sliders would go great with this wine,” I said as I pulled the cork. After pouring his glass, I nudge the menu in front of him.

“Caprese, huh,” he grunted as he eyed me, the gleam of his wolf front and center.

I didn’t need my own wolf to tell me that he was more powerful than me. Everyone was more powerful than me, but he wouldn’t touch me. This wasn’t his territory, and he had no idea who I was.

Shifter politics aside, he was a customer, and I was his bartender.

“This used to be a simple cheeseburger joint.”

“Yup. That was also when we just served beer.” I tapped one manicured red nail against the wine glass. “But here you are, enjoying our expanded menu. Our new cook can do some amazing things with chicken.” Although he was also a complete and utter asshole. “If you’re worried that the meal is a little too fancy, we can always add a basket of our amazingly greasy fries.”

Snorting, he nodded. “Alright. Sounds good, sweetheart. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. What’s your name?”

“Amelia.” I moved to the computer to ring in his order. “I’ve been here for three years.”

“Three years, huh? I guess it’s been a while since I’ve swung back by here. You one of Lucien’s?”

My hand slipped, and I hit the wrong key. Cursing under my breath, I fixed it and took a deep breath. “I sure am.”

Lucien West. Owner of The Fanged Smiles bar. Alpha of the Black Diamond Valley wolf shifters.

Alpha of me.

Most wolves were loyal to their alphas. Submissive. Protective. Proud. Black Diamond was no different. They acted like Lucien was a god. The males wanted to be his right-hand man.

The females wanted to fuck him.

Scratch that. If rumors were to be believed, most of the females had fucked him. They wanted to mate with him.

Too freaking bad for them. Lucien West already had a mate. Me. Much to both of our dismays.

“Hard to believe he’d hide a pretty little thing like you in this little corner of his world,” the customer continued. “I don’t smell a wolf on you.”

It was all I could do to not roll my eyes. He was just another idiot who thought a female was only good for taking cock. “I like my little corner of the world,” I lied and shifted to avoid Paul’s wandering hands.

Truth be told, the bar wasn’t so bad. It sure beat the hell I’d been living with most of my life. Problem was that the bar had been run by a decent man. When Parker Hewitt was manager, he’d done the least decent thing a male wolf could do around a girl like me.

He’d kept his hands off me and made sure everyone else had done the same.

Unfortunately, Parker was dead. Two weeks now. I hadn’t even had time to mourn him properly. I was too busy fighting off Paul and the other assholes in the restaurant.

Instead of letting me go, Paul moved with me toward the beer taps and snaked a hand around my waist to pull me up against him.

“She’s Gary Holt’s daughter,” Paul said.

Cold slithered through me at the sound of my father’s name. The customer’s eyes widened, and he leaned forward, fascinated. “Is she now?”

Ah, even three years later, my father still held onto his reputation as the monster of Shadowed Moon Mountains.

I am never going to live out his blood legacy.

Amelia

Kidnapping and murdering his way through his own pack. Failure after failure. Until he took three children.

And kidnapped the wrong female.

Everyone still hated him. Everyone still hated me.

Of course, most knew why he hadn’t killed me. I was his mate. The wolf his wolf had chosen to be faithful and loyal to.

Bullshit, if you ask me. Lucien let me live because he liked having me as a prisoner.

He’d set me up here. At the time, it had been a dirty hole in the wall where even shit-faced drunks didn’t sit down without sliming sanitizer all over their hands.

The night Lucien had all but thrown me into the bar, Parker met him out front. He was an old and grizzled man even then.

Lucien said a few words to Parker and walked away without a second glance back. I figured he was giving me to Parker. Like, literally. Instead, Parker set me up in the small apartment above the bar and left me alone.

After about six months of not knowing what the hell I was supposed to do, I figured I’d focus on the bar. A year later, I’d really turned the place around.

It became a hub for shifters passing through, whether they were Black Diamond wolves or not. We even started getting some of our own as regulars, although most came to enjoy the good food and harass me.

“I’d heard that Lucien let her live. You working off your father’s crimes, little girl?”

My wolf threatened to surface, but I shoved her down. When he reached for me, I snagged the knife next to him and embedded it into the wood, right next to his pinky finger.

With a gasp, he jerked his hand back. “First of all,” I said calmly. “I’m no little girl. If that’s your fantasy, you let me know, and I’ll show you just how much of my father I have in me. Secondly, there is nothing that would make me spread my legs for you. Do you understand?”

“Amelia,” Paul growled and pulled me away. “Is that any way to treat the customers?”

His hand curved over my hip, and I turned and slammed the palm of his hand against his nose.

Blood spurted out, and his growl turned feral. When he turned to me, his eyes glowed gold.

“On your knees,” he howled. “Now.”

I couldn’t control her anymore. I’d gone too far, and now my wolf, always prickling just below my skin, rushed forward. Her fear overwhelmed me, and I hit my knees and exposed my neck.

Luckily, I didn’t let her out. I never let her out. She was just as trapped as I was.

“Bitch. Beg for my mercy.”

I tried to will the wolf away, to ignore her submissive behavior, but tears pricked my eyes.

“Forgive me. Please,” I whimpered.

He was my superior when it counted the most, and like everyone else, he could order my wolf. When she was this close, there was nothing that I could do to stop it.

Gary had broken her to the point that she couldn’t stand up to anyone, and I was at her mercy.

The front door opened, and Paul looked up. I couldn’t see over the counter, but I knew exactly who had walked in.

Not because Paul and the customer both bowed their heads in reverence. Not because I recognized his scent or the sound of his voice.

But because of the way my wolf shivered inside of me, keened with want and desire. It was all I could do to keep myself from launching over the counter and wrapping my body around him.

Can’t stand a man’s touch but his, and the man hated me with every bone in his body.

Really, my life was the stuff of dreams.

Sitting at the bar, Lucien plucked the knife out of the wood and rubbed his finger over the gash. “Hello, Amelia. I see you’ve settled right in.”

Amelia

I sank as low as I could against the floor. Had I let my wolf out, she would have clawed through the floorboards, certain she wasn’t worthy of being on the same level as Lucien.

At his low laugh, my skin flushed with humiliation while my mind raced. For three years, I hadn’t seen him, and it wasn’t like he’d stopped by when I wasn’t at work. I lived above the bar. I was always here.

I figured he’d just left me here to rot with the bar. Maybe part of me hoped that by making this bar profitable, I’d gain his attention. Prove that I could be a capable member of the pack.

Nothing. Not a peep. It was obvious he couldn’t care less about me. Was he finally here to do what he should have done three years ago?

What would happen if he’d decided to marry? It wasn’t common for wolves to marry someone else if they were mated, but it did happen. Would he need to kill me?

Or maybe he’d figured out how to remove our mating bond. There was a witch attached to the clan. Maybe it was possible.

“Get up,” he sighed. “Now.”

He didn’t push any of his power in his voice. He didn’t need to. My wolf would have slit her own throat if he’d just casually mentioned it was something that would make him happy.

I slowly stood but kept my gaze to the floor. Silently, I waited.

“Look at me.”

Shit. He was here because of me or has decided to entertain himself while he was here.

Either way, I was not going to just be able to slink out of the bar unnoticed.

Still, I didn’t dare speak. It was all I could do not to cry as he looked me over with distaste. Behind him, two out of three guards smirked.

The other looked on with curiosity. Him, I recognized. He’d been there when Lucien eviscerated Gary.

He’d held his claws against my neck while I watched. I never did learn his name.

“Stabbing customers is no way to get repeat business, is it?” Lucien asked as he twirled the knife between his fingers.

“Considering that Fanged Smile is now turning a profit, maybe you shouldn’t question my techniques.”

I couldn’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth any more than I could stop my wolf’s reaction. Immediately, I was on my knees again, presenting my throat.

Is that smart mouth of yours going to be worth your death?

Parker’s voice in my head, laced with disappointment. If he could see me now, he’d be furious with me.

The bar was deadly silent. When Lucien leaped over the counter, I closed my eyes and waited for the fatal blow to come.

Instead, I heard the ring of the cash register. Confused, I opened my eyes and watched as he pulled out the day’s receipts. He grunted as he sifted through them and closed the register.

After what seemed like forever, he turned to me.

“Get up.”

Once again, I pulled myself to my feet. If I started adding a little hop at the end, I’d be doing burpees and getting some killer abs.

I could feel his gaze on me. “Bar’s closed for the day. I want everyone out.”

Paul shifted behind me, and I turned to leave. “Not you, Amelia. And Paul, you can wait for us in the office. I want a word with you before I leave.”

Oh, good. He wanted to kill me without an audience. At least it wouldn’t be public.

The bar was slow to empty. Clearly, everyone was hoping to see my humiliation. Finally, it was just the two of us with his one guard. “You remember, Jenson, I’m sure.”

I remembered him. I just never knew his name. Parker’s lessons on pack hierarchy came to mind. Jenson was Lucien’s second-in-command. His power curled around me, not as seductive as Lucien’s, but sharper.

A lot like those claws that were at my neck.

“Pour us some drinks, Amelia.”

Woodenly, I did as he asked; he settled back on the bar stool and studied me. “You know, when Parker told me that you wanted to tend bar, I figured you had a death wish. A month later, this was my most profitable business. Apparently displaying Gary’s daughter is the fastest way to get rich.”

Bile rose in my throat, but I kept my mouth shut as I sat two beers in front of him. He’d known what I was doing?

Parker must have told him. It made sense that he was reporting to his alpha.

“Haydenwood Brewery?” Lucien growled. “You realize that’s a Snake River Pack beer, don’t you?”

“No.” I finally dared to look at him. “I don’t know anything about any of the packs. I know that it’s popular.”

“Parker didn’t educate you?”

“I think Parker’s only mission was to make sure nobody killed me. He did that fairly well up until he died.” I couldn’t help but let bitterness rise in my voice. “I don’t even think there was a funeral for him.”

“There was. You weren’t invited.”

Pain curled deep inside me. The old geezer had been a real bastard at times, but he’d also been far more kind than anyone else in my life. “Maybe it’s time you stop toying with me and just tell me what you’re doing here.”

“Fanged Smile is mine. I can come and go as I please. I’m starting to think I need to come by more often.”

Wonderful. I really needed to curb my tongue and become as boring as possible. “You are right, of course. Parker was a bastard, but I’m sad that he’s gone. Are you replacing my babysitter?”

Lucien grunted but didn’t say anything. As he sipped his beer, I took a deep breath. “Please. I don’t even know how he died.”

“Suicide.”

Shock gripped me as that single word fell out of his lips.