Target
Some unpacking, a hot shower, and way too much television left Morgan feeling isolated, hungry, and bored out of her mind. “It’s only nine?” she asked, rolling her eyes. If the boredom didn’t get her, starvation would have for sure. “Time to explore,” she reasoned, exiting her bedroom. “Fancy carpet check. Luxury stairs check,” she said while dramatically holding on to the glass siding of the stairs as she made her way down. Running her hand against the smooth surfaces of the black kitchen countertops, she continued with her list.
“Ridiculously expensive stove, countertops, and fridge check.” It wasn’t necessarily her style, but Jordan had great taste. It wasn’t gaudy or excessively styled with designer items, but clearly thought out like she was sure every aspect of his life was.
An elusive entrance to a room caught her eye, and she quickly made her way over. Pushing open the black door, she walked inside and realized it was Jordan’s home office. Much like the one at Le Loup, it was extremely clean with everything in its place. “Everything’s literally the same,” she murmured, her attention focusing on the familiar chair that was behind his desk. Walking over, she took a seat. “Look at me and my billions of dollars,” she mused.
“I don’t think Mr. Wolf would appreciate you being here,” Klaus said, entering the room.
“Oh, there you are,” she replied, smiling. The metal of the office chair cut into her back, and she struggled to find a comfortable position.
“We really shouldn’t be in here,” Klaus repeated as he leaned out of the office doorway to peek at the front door of the loft.
“Are you a werewolf?” she asked, ignoring him.
He sighed. “Yes, just like you.”
“Wow. You look so young.” He did. Even though she could see his salt and pepper hair through his chauffeur’s cap, his face didn’t contain many age lines, except for his forehead and a few around his eyes. “You work out?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because you’re buff as hell under that suit.” Leaning forward, Morgan clasped her hands together on the desk, and the chair cut into her side again. “So, tell me about yourself, Klaus. Got a family? How did you become a werewolf? Do you live nearby?”
Trying to grasp all of her questions, he drew a deep breath and slowly released it. “What if we order dinner and I answer everything?” he suggested.
She jumped to her feet, and the side of the chair struck her once more. “Ouch dammit!” she screamed, inspecting the uncomfortable piece of furniture. “Hey Klaus, can we order dinner and a few other items? Mr. Wolf said that I could change what I see fit, and I’ve already seen a few things that need my delicate touch,” she said.
Later That Night
“I can’t believe the asshole really did a sneak attack and bit me,” Jordan said to Elijah, his lips curling tighter as each word parted from them.
“And you ripped him apart in return. Viciously, might I add.” The two made their way into Jordan’s loft, and their acute eyesight adjusted to the darkness. “We need to figure out our next move, Alpha.” Jordan motioned for Elijah to be quiet and pointed up to the ceiling, linking him,
“My office. I don’t want Ms. Pierce to hear.”
As quietly as they could, the two steadily walked through the loft to Jordan’s office. Reaching the door, he opened it and flicked on the light. His senses went on alert.
Someone’s been in here.
He scanned the room, looking for what was different. Pacing inside of him, his wolf picked up on its mate’s pheromones.
“It was her. I’d know her scent anywhere. It was her, Jordan,” it said.
“But why would she be in here?”
He couldn’t figure it out. Continuing to search, his gaze stopped at his desk. There was a new chair behind it, with what appeared to be a back support pillow. He tilted his head and pressed his lips together.
“Jordan…” Elijah warned, seeing his eyes already turning.
“Morgan!” he roared, causing his eight-hundred-dollar bottle of cognac to shake. “Morgan!”
Half asleep, Morgan entered the room dressed in an oversized t-shirt, exposing her bare legs. Her hair was pulled into a bun, and her lips were plump from sleep. She rubbed her eyes, and at the sight of her, Jordan felt his wolf calm a bit. “Why are you yelling?” she asked.
“What the hell were you doing in my office, and what happened to my chair?”
Yawning, she waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, I got rid of that thing, and got you this new one. Did you peep the accent color on the back pillow? I put two more in that cabinet over there, so you can get your Martha Stewart on and change them out. I made sure they all compliment your aesthetic. Would you believe all I had to mention was that it was for you and the nice people at the furniture store hand delivered everything within twenty minutes? I picked up some things for myself too. I’m not going to lie, I went a little overboard with the decorative hand towels, but my mother doesn’t let us touch the bougie towels, which makes no sense because if I can’t dry my hands on them, then why are they in the bathroom? Anyway, I guess this is me kind of sticking it to the man. Don’t tell her I said that, though. She’ll…”
Jordan stood at a loss for words as she continued to excessively talk. “Are you kidding me?!” he bellowed, scaring her quiet. “Who told you to touch my things?!”
“Don’t yell at me! You’re the one always complaining about your back at work. Now I see why. Those chairs are uncomfortable as hell. The one I got for you is better. It doesn’t even need the pillow, I just added it for a little razzle dazzle!” Elijah covered his face and sighed, knowing Jordan was seconds from losing it. “What?! You said I could change what I saw fit!”
“In your own room! Not my shit. Not my office! Why must you always go one step too far?!” The muscles in his jaw twitched, and she could see his wolf show its face. “You can be really dense sometimes, Morgan. Really fucking dense.”
“And you can be really pretentious, Mr. Wolf.” She rolled her eyes. “Mr. Wolf? Really? Didn’t even try with that one, huh? At least Le Loup has some spice, but Mr. Wolf? Really fucking pretentious if you ask me, Alpha.” Elijah’s mouth dropped as he looked back and forth.
Jordan let out a loud growl that cut through the air, and to his surprise, she gave a deep one in response. Huffing, he stormed towards the desk as she stormed out of the room. Silence permeated every crevice of the loft.
“That was awkward as hell,” Elijah said after a few seconds.
“She does my damn head in!” Jordan retorted, still steaming. Slamming his right hand on the desk, he winced in pain from his bite.
“You really need to let the doctor look at your arm.”
“It’s fine,” he grumbled. Elijah looked up at the ceiling. “What’s the matter?”
“Did you hear her?”
“Hear who?”
“Morgan. She just linked.”
Jordan scoffed. “Of course she would figure out how to concentrate her links just to spite me.”
Elijah covered his mouth to keep from laughing. “I have never seen you this worked up before. Not even with—” He stopped himself as Jordan eyed him intensely.
Within a few moments, Morgan returned with the first-aid kit in her hand. “Sit in the chair so I can patch you up,” she demanded.
“Where did you even find that?” Jordan asked. Whistling, Elijah refused to look at him. “Traitor.”
“I tried to get you to go see the doctor.”
Morgan huffed. “Sit down, Mr. Wolf.”
“I’m not sitting in that damn chair, and that pillow and all its friends can go to hell.”
She rolled her eyes, irritating him immediately. “Knock it off. I’m still pissed with you, but you’re my boss, Alpha, and now I guess roommate, so let me help you.”
“He’s a stubborn one, Morgan,” Elijah teased. Jordan shot him a look that told him to leave, and he moved swiftly out of the door.
Grumbling, Jordan begrudgingly sat in the chair. He ripped the rest of his already torn sleeve and winced when she placed the iodine on his wound.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” she coaxed. She blew on it, causing a chill to run up his back. He felt strange inside as he watched her tend to his wound, and his wolf calmed.
“Thank you,” he mumbled as she placed a bandage over it.
She stood and waved him off. “So, what was the fight about?” she asked. “You don’t get an injury like that from someone you’re having a friendly chat with.”
He leaned back in the chair, and the soft foam of the pillow soothed his aching back. “There are a few rogues threatening to harm one of our pack members. I found one of them and killed him.” Her eyes grew to the size of plates. Seeing her discomfort, he tilted his head. “Does the idea of killing frighten you?”
“Not if it’s what you need to do.”
“God, because one day you will have to. Plus, I won’t have anyone in Dark Moon be targeted.”
“Do you know who the target is?”
The muscles in Jordan’s jaw twitched. He leaned forward, his eyes locking intensely with hers. She saw the word leave his mouth before she heard it. “You.”