“In three days, I’m supposed to complete the matebond. Bring a few Deltas and mess it up.”
She tossed a heavy stack of cash onto the table.
Amid the thumping music in the bar, Nancy Torres leaned back in her seat. Her golden curls shifted with the motion, the tight black leather hugging her sleek frame. Under the shifting lights, her sharp eyes glinted.
The werewolf sitting across from her froze, staring at the bills on the table. “Uh… you want me to ruin your matebond? That’s kinda serious…”
“I’ll pay extra.” Another stack flew over.
The werewolf inhaled sharply, his hands snatching the money instantly. A wide grin cracked his face. “You got yourself a deal!”
A low chuckle came from the booth next to theirs—more mockery than amusement.
Matthias Waters was sprawled l
