Free Alpha Omega 02 - Hunting Ground by authors_sort

staring into the amber liquid in his cup as if it held the wisdom of the age, “I don’t fool you, do I? Those others”—he waved a vague hand to indicate their missing comrades—“they think I’m all that—but you know better, don’t you.”
    â€œKnow what?” she’d asked.
    He leaned forward, smelling of beer and cigarettes. “You know I’m a fraud. I can feel the beast inside me, screaming to get out. And if I loose it, it will pull me up to greatness despite myself.”
    â€œSo why not let it free?” She hadn’t been a werewolf then. The world had been a gentler place, the monsters safely in their closets, and she had been brave in her ignorance.
    His eyes were old and weary, his voice slurring a bit. “Because then everyone would see,” he told her.
    â€œSee what?”
    â€œMe.”
    To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark. For a while, after she’d been forcibly Changed, Anna hadn’t made music at all—and not just because she’d had to sell her cello.
    â€œAnna?”
    She moved her grip on the steering wheel. “Just thinking about Dana and why she can’t paint as she’d like to.” She hesitated. “I wonder if it is because she has no soul—like some of the churches claim. Or if it’s because what is inside her frightens her too much to expose it.”

    HE’D chosen the hotel because he wanted Anna to be comfortable. There were fancier places in downtown Seattle, glittering jewels of steel and glass.
    He could afford them.
    In other cities, the Marrok’s company even owned a few, and they had hefty investments in some others. But he remembered how intimidated she’d been by his house only a few weeks ago, which was not extravagant or particularly large, so he thought she’d be more comfortable in this hotel, which was his favorite anyway.
    Sometimes it embarrassed him. This need to show her the things he treasured in the hope that she would love them, too. He was too old to be indulging himself this way: showing off in the plane—taking her to this hotel. He’d have to tell her about the investment portfolio he’d started for her sometime. But he was an old hunter and knew better than to startle his prey. He’d wait until she was more comfortable with him, with the pack . . . with everything.
    Anna stopped in front of the curb and he could feel her stress when the parking attendant came to take her keys from her. She hugged herself while Charles gave his name and handed the young man a tip for not looking taken aback by the battered Toyota.
    He took their luggage, and, still watching Anna, who was looking down at her feet, refused help with them. She’d feel better without anyone serving them.
    Maybe he should have taken her to something more impersonal? Someplace where you parked your own car and no one asked if you needed help? Maybe she was still upset by Dana’s attempt to make her jealous. Or maybe she was worried about Brother Wolf.
    Brother Wolf had never talked to anyone but him like that. Not even Da. Maybe it upset her? Or maybe it was the way Brother Wolf had opened them to her outside the fae’s house. Had she seen something that disgusted her? Frightened her? Maybe the distance she’d put between them when they left Dana’s house had nothing to do with jealousy at all.
    He wasn’t used to the emotional roller coaster he’d been on since he met her. It was a good thing she was an Omega, who could soothe everyone around her—and not a dominant. Brother Wolf was on edge as it was; only when she touched him or when she was happy did he have complete control.
    They needed to talk, but not in public.
    The hotel was older: brick instead of steel, and eleven stories, not thirty. But it was old-world upscale, decorated with a whimsy that appealed to him, the aim to