he was researching, she guessed. Why a military man would want to dabble in chemistry was a mystery for her, but she discovered she liked mysteries, as long as they were solvable.
When she couldn't find anything else, Zoe picked up her bag and left the estate, no questions asked. Besides, security had no orders to question anyone for motives of departure.
***
“Yes, give him to me,” Damian growled into the phone, getting dressed on the way to the front door of the huge mansion.
After his meeting with his brothers, he'd felt he'd needed a dip in the small lake, lingering under the waterfall, trying to both soothe his nerves and his arousal. It was unearthly how Zoe affected him, but the fact that she was certainly his mate explained everything.
However, he hadn't taken into account her wit. Now he had no choice but to run after her like a lovesick puppy, cursing her for her recklessness. They had explained the dangers of being part of the HUNTER Club to her, and she had still left the estate without notifying anyone. She had also stolen a private thing of his, an old depiction of him – one that had probably raised quite a few questions in her stubborn head. He could already envision the way she was going to grill him. Of course, the moment she had stepped out of safe ground, a whole team of security had started tailing her, but it was a level four, not nearly enough for his sanity.
You are being paranoid.
Still, if anyone got word of the fact that she was his mate, or that he'd fucked her, MedFuture's CEO, she was going to swiftly become leverage.
Or if they smell me on her, in her. Fuck. Did she even bother to take a shower?
He realized he almost didn't want to know. Groaning as he pushed a leg into dark jeans, Damian growled into the receiver.
“Jackson, I don't care what you do, but I want you to be behind Miss Jameson's car right now.”
“Sir, don't be unreasonable. I am a shifter, not a space warper, or how you call it. Not able to teleport just yet.”
“We're working on that, damnit. Shit,” he cursed, missing the arm of his blouse. “Listen, get your best men and put them at her disposal, stat. I want no excuses, and I want full security for her.”
“May I ask what is the suspicion, sir?”
“There's no suspicion.”
“Then why do you sound so desperate?”
“I'm not desperate, damnit, just do what I said.”
“Shit, all right, don't kill me when you see me.” His head of security sounded reasonably put off by his temper, as he should, because this time he wasn't fucking kidding.
“If she's properly shadowed, I'm happy, which means you're happy. Trust me, Jackson. You want me fucking happy.”
“I know, sir,” the man said, before checking out.
Damian barely breathed at the beautiful sight that awaited him as soon as he left the house, jumping from the top of the front stairs and transforming into a sublime wolf midair, sturdy paws hitting ground and taking off at a crazy pace. Unlike most of the time when he took in the beauty of the nature that surrounded him, this time he was focused. He jumped the high fortress-like walls surrounding the estate, the security system recognizing his biology and not zapping him full of electrical shocks, as it was designed to do with any organism alien to its database.
In roughly five hours of relenting running he was back to MedFuture headquarters, waiting for her, praying this would be the first place she would come to. He'd taken a shortcut, one sh had no way of knowing, but he would have to settle a few things with her before completely ignoring her. She couldn't continue being so reckless with her life. Not now that she held his sanity in her dainty hands.
Jeez, can you be any more of a selfish prick?
Silencing his meddling conscience, Damian tried to immerse himself in his work, as always, finding it wasn't happening this time. Instead, he
When she couldn't find anything else, Zoe picked up her bag and left the estate, no questions asked. Besides, security had no orders to question anyone for motives of departure.
***
“Yes, give him to me,” Damian growled into the phone, getting dressed on the way to the front door of the huge mansion.
After his meeting with his brothers, he'd felt he'd needed a dip in the small lake, lingering under the waterfall, trying to both soothe his nerves and his arousal. It was unearthly how Zoe affected him, but the fact that she was certainly his mate explained everything.
However, he hadn't taken into account her wit. Now he had no choice but to run after her like a lovesick puppy, cursing her for her recklessness. They had explained the dangers of being part of the HUNTER Club to her, and she had still left the estate without notifying anyone. She had also stolen a private thing of his, an old depiction of him – one that had probably raised quite a few questions in her stubborn head. He could already envision the way she was going to grill him. Of course, the moment she had stepped out of safe ground, a whole team of security had started tailing her, but it was a level four, not nearly enough for his sanity.
You are being paranoid.
Still, if anyone got word of the fact that she was his mate, or that he'd fucked her, MedFuture's CEO, she was going to swiftly become leverage.
Or if they smell me on her, in her. Fuck. Did she even bother to take a shower?
He realized he almost didn't want to know. Groaning as he pushed a leg into dark jeans, Damian growled into the receiver.
“Jackson, I don't care what you do, but I want you to be behind Miss Jameson's car right now.”
“Sir, don't be unreasonable. I am a shifter, not a space warper, or how you call it. Not able to teleport just yet.”
“We're working on that, damnit. Shit,” he cursed, missing the arm of his blouse. “Listen, get your best men and put them at her disposal, stat. I want no excuses, and I want full security for her.”
“May I ask what is the suspicion, sir?”
“There's no suspicion.”
“Then why do you sound so desperate?”
“I'm not desperate, damnit, just do what I said.”
“Shit, all right, don't kill me when you see me.” His head of security sounded reasonably put off by his temper, as he should, because this time he wasn't fucking kidding.
“If she's properly shadowed, I'm happy, which means you're happy. Trust me, Jackson. You want me fucking happy.”
“I know, sir,” the man said, before checking out.
Damian barely breathed at the beautiful sight that awaited him as soon as he left the house, jumping from the top of the front stairs and transforming into a sublime wolf midair, sturdy paws hitting ground and taking off at a crazy pace. Unlike most of the time when he took in the beauty of the nature that surrounded him, this time he was focused. He jumped the high fortress-like walls surrounding the estate, the security system recognizing his biology and not zapping him full of electrical shocks, as it was designed to do with any organism alien to its database.
In roughly five hours of relenting running he was back to MedFuture headquarters, waiting for her, praying this would be the first place she would come to. He'd taken a shortcut, one sh had no way of knowing, but he would have to settle a few things with her before completely ignoring her. She couldn't continue being so reckless with her life. Not now that she held his sanity in her dainty hands.
Jeez, can you be any more of a selfish prick?
Silencing his meddling conscience, Damian tried to immerse himself in his work, as always, finding it wasn't happening this time. Instead, he
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