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courage, Ricky took a
breath and asked, “Why do you need to get used to the taste of vegetables?”
    Don only smiled and his heart
nearly dropped at that knowing smile. “Why are you asking
when you know the answer to your own question, little Omega?”

Chapter Three
     
    Wrapped possessively around the
slender man in front of him, Don was loath to get up and answer his damn phone.
When it vibrated noisily on his dresser again, he nuzzled Ricky’s neck once
before finally getting out of bed.
    “What?” he growled into the phone.
    “Beta, you told me to call you once
there’s an update.” The submissive wolf on the other end of the line sounded
cautious. “Terrence just confirmed the location of the strange wolf sniffing
around our borders. The only problem is , he hasn’t
exactly crossed New Haven territory.”
    Don was entirely wide-awake.
Terrence was another enforcer for the pack, but Derrick relayed word that this
was Don’s kill so the others respectfully kept their distance.
    “Tell Terrence thanks, and I’ll
deal with it.” Don cut the connection and looked at Ricky.
    Snuggled comfortably in his sheets,
the Omega looked happy to be lost in the realm of dreams. He had a sneaking
suspicion only the end of the world would wake him. All good, considering Ricky
didn’t know Don was about to end his worst nightmare.
    Not bothering with clothes, Don
discarded his human skin as soon as he was outside. The only piece of clothing
he bothered keeping was Ricky’s shirt and it was tied around his neck. Ricky’s
scent still lingered on the shirt around his neck, but it wasn’t just his scent
there and the intruder would know it.
    The outsider was smart enough to
stay off New Haven land. Any shifter knew they either present themselves openly
to Carlos or risked being hunted down, but a shifter’s animal half often got
the better of his human half when important matters were involved. Especially
when mates were involved, and Ricky’s scent now mixed with his. Don’s mission
was simple enough. Once the outsider knew Ricky no longer solely belonged to
him, he’d become enraged, and then it would be easy enough for Don to trick him
into entering New Haven territory.
    Eager to get back to bed and to
Ricky, Don sprinted through the woods until he was at the borders of the town.
He slowed down, using the dark foliage to hide his striking white fur.
    An old black Lexus with its lights
off was parked at the side of the road just before the “Welcome to New Haven”
sign. Leaning against the body of the car was a tall, bald and broad shouldered
man covered in tribal tattoos. He was nursing a smoke and tapping his foot
impatiently on the gravel.
    A snarl threatened to emerge from
Don’s muzzle, but he kept it in. The other wolf didn’t smell right. He’d
smelled tainted. Don could practically smell the cruelty wafting off him. There
was no mistaking him. So this is Clive. Don didn’t need to know the finer
details of what this wolf did to Ricky. It was clear enough in the way the
Omega reacted when they first met. Knowing it might lead to his death, Ricky
agreed to spy on the New Haven pack just to get away from this man.
    Clive’s face snapped to attention.
He dropped his cigar, straightened his posture and his eyes scanned the road.
He sniffed the air and then his expression relaxed.
    “Ricky is that you? Come out, I’m
not angry with you,” Clive said in a voice that reminded Don of a serial killer
coaxing his prey.
    Don remained where he was,
crouching in the bushes, and waiting for the opportunity to strike.
    “I said come out here, bitch. The
longer you make me wait, the more you’ll get it worse,” Clive growled, cracking
his knuckles.
    He began to walk over to where Don
was hiding. Don’s fur prickled.
    “Don’t make me drag you out here.”
Clive sniffed again and anger rippled across his features as the realization
dawned on him that Ricky no longer belonged to him. “What’s that I smell