Rockstar Romance: Julian (Contemporary New Adult Bad Boy Rock Star Romance) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 3) (38 page)

“Let’s roll.”

“Wait. Are you just going to leave me here?”

“They’ll find you in the morning,” Sera said, opening the door. The rain was still falling, but it was more of a sprinkle than a wall of water. “Besides, it’ll give you plenty of time to think about your options.”

“Pleasant dreams,” Seth said as flicked off the light and closed the door behind him.

“Um...do you want to go get your clothes?”

“They’ve been lost. Torn to shreds when I shifted back in the woods.”

“What about a wallet? Money? Anything?”

“I’ll need you to spot me a few bucks, but I promise I’ll pay you back.”

Sera nodded. It would be worth twenty bucks to get him covered up. At least then she would be able to think about something other than how great he looked—and how much better he would look towering over her, positioned between her legs.

“Okay, we’ll get some clothes, we’ll get some sleep, and in the morning, we’ll get to the bottom of the Brotherhood,” Sera announced. It felt good to have a plan—or a jumping-off point, at least. Something more concrete than a picture of a stranger and a gut feeling.

****

Seth studied the photo of Aiza for a long, silent moment. Sera studied his face while he did so, looking for any flicker of recognition, any mild change of expression that would betray him. But there wasn’t as much as a twitch of an eye. His face was as still as stone as he passed the picture back to her.

“I’ve never seen her before. Sorry; I never spent much time in Portland.”

Sera shrugged. “It was worth a shot. It’s just...what was she
doing
with those assholes? You know? What business did she have with them?”

“Was she a wolf?”

“No. I mean...I don’t know. I hadn’t seen her or heard from her in years. She could have been turned into one. But I thought that was generally frowned upon?”

Seth nodded in confirmation. “It is. And it’s downright banned by the Brotherhood. They’ll allow turned wolves in the pack, but if anybody is caught turning a werewolf, they’re executed.”

“Wow. Wait...
they’re
executed?”

“Both the wolf and the one they’re turning.”

“Do you think that’s what happened to Aiza?”

“I don’t know.”

“How can we find out?” Sera asked. “Is there a way to tell if Aiza was a wolf when she died? Would it have been in the coroner’s report?”

“Unlikely.”

“What about her medical records?”

“Only if she volunteered the information.”

“There
has
to be a way. You’ve never needed to test to see if a body is also a werewolf?”

“It comes up less than you think.” Seth folded his arms and ducked his chin, giving the impression of studying the ground; she could almost see the wheels turning behind his eyes. “There’s a way. But we’d have to...do something you probably don’t want to do.”

“What? Tell me.”

“Exhume her body.”

“We’d have to dig her up?” Sera couldn’t believe she was considering this, but knowing the answer could be the key to solving the mystery. “What then?”

“We expose her skin to wolfsbane.”

“Wolfsbane?”

Seth smiled. “It’s a flower. That’ll be easy enough to get—it grows wild all over the place.”

“Then I guess we’ll just need some shovels.”

Seth’s smile transformed into a frown. “Are you sure about this? It’ll be mighty hard to explain why we’re digging up a body when the cops come.”

“Then we better not get caught. We’ll go to the store in the morning and get shovels and head torches and we’ll dig a big hole.”

He looked skeptical at that. “In the middle of the day?”

“No, tomorrow night. That’ll be soon enough. In the meantime, maybe you should help me go through her room.”

“You want me to help you go through your dead sister’s personal belongings?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.” Sera took a deep breath, understanding her request was a little strange. “I think a second pair of eyes will help. Besides, there might be some Brotherhood or wolf-related information that I don’t recognize, but you might.”

“I’ll be happy to help in any way I can, but I can’t guarantee anything.”

“It’s better than no help at all.”

Sera had been through every drawer and nook and cranny, but she’d left everything where she found it. Now she was glad she didn’t quite have the heart to tuck her sister’s life away completely. If there were any clues to be found, Sera didn’t want to be guilty of disrupting the evidence.

They began to rummage, and minutes later, Seth straightened from his perusal of Aiza’s bottom drawers. “Well, this might be something.”

“What have you got?”

“A collar.”

“A collar? Like, a dog collar?”

“Yes. An electric dog collar. With your sister’s name on it.”

“What? Let me see that. Why on earth...what would she have this for?” Sera physically recoiled at the thought of her sister wearing that thing, using it, being punished with it. “It’s probably not just a sex thing, is it?”

“We won’t know until after we do the wolfsbane test. But if I were a betting man, I’d say it probably wasn’t a sex thing.” At her inquiring look, he added, “A human that’s turned into a werewolf lacks the instinct to shift from their wolf form to their human form, but a good shock to the system, like from this collar, will do the trick.” He paused, tilting his head. His nostrils flared. “Stephanie is here.”

“What? How do—” The chime of the doorbell halted her question. “Who’s Stephanie?”

“She’s the female alpha of my pack. I hope you don’t mind, I called and gave her the address when we got here.”

Sera shook off the pang of disappointment. Of course he’d call for a ride at the first opportunity. “As long as she wasn’t followed, I don’t mind. Hey, did you tell her how we met?”

“I told her you helped me get away from the Brotherhood. That’s all she needs to know.”

The doorbell chimed again and Seth hurried to the front of the house. Sera’s attention shifted back to the collar, her active imagination easily conjuring a thousand scenarios linking Aiza’s death to the darker implications of the electrified leather. She frowned, studying the leather closer. It was clearly hand stitched, made to order and personalized. Somebody poured effort and love into its creation.

“Sera? Do you mind coming out here for a minute?”

Sera stashed the collar in the drawer. “Coming.” Maybe he wanted to say goodbye. Or maybe this Stephanie wanted to get a good look at her. Sera knew nothing about the hierarchy of wolf packs, and she wasn’t sure if being the alpha female meant she was also involved in some way with Seth.

The first thing that struck Sera was the other woman’s height—she was easily six feet tall, and she was not wearing heels. Her tall frame was well-muscled and nicely curved, and her almond-shaped eyes and pointed nose gave her a distinctively pretty face.

Her light brown hair was pulled back into a sloppy bun and she wore ratty gray sweatpants and an oversized sweater. A duffel bag sat on the floor at Seth’s feet, and she was looking him over with thin-lipped concern and more than a hint of exasperation.

“Stephanie Tanner, this is Sera Simpson.”

Stephanie’s grip was firm but her smile was friendly as they shook hands, and it was clear her exasperation was reserved for Seth. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said. “And thanks for helping this idiot avoid a broken neck.”

“Um, well, it was the least I could do,” Sera said, finding herself warming to the other woman.

“Yeah. Seth told me you’ve got your own unfinished business with the Brotherhood. Don’t worry, he didn’t go into any details, but you should avoid those guys if you can. I’m going to tell you the same thing I told him: go home. Where it’s safe.”

“Well, thanks for the warning, but I can’t go anywhere. Not until I find out what they did to my sister.”

Stephanie studied her for a moment and then offered an understanding nod. “I get it.” She looked back to Seth. “I brought everything you asked for. Is there anything else I can do?”

Seth took one of the pictures of Dwight from his shirt pocket. “See what you can find out about this man. His name is Dwight and he may have been the last one to see Aiza alive.”

“Brotherhood scum?”

“The sort you find at the bottom of a swamp, I’d imagine.”

“On it. Any word on Tony or Chen?”

Seth shook his head with a grim frown. “Not yet, but the trail isn’t cold.”

“I’ll call you when I know anything.” She turned to Sera, surprising her with a quick, tight hug. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Seth said. He was outside with Stephanie for a long time—long enough that Sera had enough time to start cooking breakfast and drive herself crazy with all the images of what they might have been doing outside—but she played that off as he entered the kitchen. “I hope you like eggs.”

“Even if I didn’t, I’m starving. Can I do anything to help?”

“You can grate that cheese. I thought she was coming to pick you up.”

“Did you want me to leave? I can call her.”

“No,” Sera answered quickly. “No, I...I’d like you to stay. But I thought maybe you’d want to go.”

“I want to help you.”

“And Stephanie? She wants to help me, too?”

“Let’s just say you’re not the only one who’s lost someone to the Brotherhood. Now, let’s figure out what we’re going to need tonight—besides no rain and a lot of luck.”

****

Sera helped Seth excavate the dirt, but when it came time to desecrate her sister’s grave, she had to excuse herself. Seth nodded and helped boost her to the surface. She shined the flashlight down into the hole, turning her head as Seth broke the coffin open. He coughed with surprise as the smell of death and rot exploded from the broken latch. Sera kept her eyes averted until he shouted her name.

“What? What is it?”

“Lower the rope.”

She dropped the end of the thick rope down and helped pull him out of the hole. “Well? What happened? Is she…?”

“Her skin definitely reacted. I think it’s safe to say she’d been turned into a werewolf.”

“And the Brotherhood killed her because of it?”

“Maybe. They’ve been known to kill for less. Look, why don’t you head on home and I’ll finish up here?”

“No, I can’t leave you to deal with this by yourself.”

“The sun will be up soon.”

“All the more reason I should help.”

“Really, I think it would be best if you went home,” Seth said.

“Well, I think it’ll be best for me to stay.” She passed him the shovel. She needed time to process her emotions and she needed time to think. Since she couldn’t go to her gym, she’d stay right there at the gravesite. “Let’s get to work before somebody calls the cops.”

They worked in silence only punctuated by the dull thud of dirt being returned to the grave. How long had her sister been living her life as a wolf? Had she told anybody about her secret? Had she lived, would she have confided in anybody? Sera felt strangely hurt that even this sort of metamorphosis hadn’t prompted Aiza to pick up the phone.

They finished just as the approaching sun colored the sky flannel gray and pink. She let Seth drive them home, half asleep for the ride. She didn’t remember getting home or how she made it from the car to the bedroom, but once she was under the covers, she fell into a deep, dreamless slumber. Her body was eager to catch up on all the sleep she’d lost since that first call from her parents, and nothing disturbed her for a solid twelve hours. When she finally woke again, it was to the smell of bacon and pancakes and the sounds of Seth knocking around in the kitchen.

He’s still here? How is he still here?

Right on the heels of that surprise was another stunning revelation: she was actually very glad he hadn’t left while she was zonked out. If they’d met under any other circumstances, she would have already made a move and asked him out on a date. Maybe under other circumstances, he would have accepted the invitation. He certainly seemed to like her.

Or maybe he saw her the same way she claimed to view him—as a means to an end. Nothing more or less than that.

Sera didn’t realize how stiff she was from their grave-digging adventure until she stood and tried to stretch. Her shoulders pulled tight and her arms ached so much she could barely lift them over her head. She hadn’t felt that exhausted and sore after a workout in years, and she had to admit, a part of her welcomed the pain. It meant she’d done hard work. It meant she was alive.

But it also meant she would kill for a good massage.

She shuffled into the kitchen, her pain forgotten when Seth smiled at her. “Good morning. Well, actually, good evening.” He gestured at the stove. “I hoped your nose would wake you.”

“Where did you get all this food?” Bacon, sausage, ham, eggs, pancakes, toast, oatmeal, cinnamon rolls, coffee, and orange juice waited for her.

“I had plenty of time to go shopping.”

“Why is there so much?”

“After all that work and sleep, I thought you might be as hungry as I am,” Seth explained as he poured the coffee.

“You thought right.” Her stomach felt hollow, though she didn’t really have an appetite. The food looked great but didn’t appeal to her at all. Still, she accepted the heaping plate and the coffee, determined to finish off both. She needed the calories and the nutrients if she was going to see this through to the end.

Once she was done, Seth took the plate and refilled her mug of coffee. “Stephanie called me earlier. She doesn’t have any new information about our friend Dwight, but she found somebody who knew your sister.”

Sera’s eyes widened. “Who? What did they say?”

“Stephanie didn’t go into the details, but if we want to talk to her, she said she’s at the park every day, around noon.”

“Weird. Why not just give you her number?”

“Apparently she’s willing to talk, but not over the phone, and she won’t give her name.”

“How did Stephanie find her?”

“Stephanie knows a
lot
of people and most of the wolves in the state.” Seth downed a glass of orange juice before adding, “I’m not surprised she was able to track down a lead.”

“She seems pretty cool. How long have you known her?”  Sera asked, hoping she didn’t sound too interested in the answer.

“She seems pretty cool because she
is
pretty cool. We’ve been pack mates all our lives. We worked our way up to alpha together and the pack has never been stronger.”

“So are there any little pups in the pack?”

“Sure, but none of them are ours.” He met her eyes and added, “Stephanie and I are not together, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I...no...that’s not any of my business, is it?”

“It could be your business.”

Sera’s mouth felt dry. “How?”

“You could make it your business to know. Like this. Do you have a boyfriend?”

Sera shook her head.

“A lover? A suitor? Anybody who would mind if I did this?”

Seth took her hand and brought it up to his lips. She expected a courtly kiss, but instead he caressed her knuckles with his lips, his tongue darting out to trace her skin. It was brief but strangely obscene and undeniably sexy. Her throat tightened and all she could do was shake her head.

“So?” Seth prompted. “Make it your business, if that’s what you want to do.”

“Do you have a girlfriend? A lover?” She threaded her fingers through his and pulled his large hand to within kissing distance. She mimicked him, thrilled by the clean, salty taste of his skin. “Anybody who will mind if I do this?”

“No, not at all.”

Sera didn’t release his hand. She couldn’t stop kissing the smooth skin. Nothing had ever felt so good against her lips, and she wanted more. She wanted to feel the velvety texture against her entire body, wanted to lose hours exploring the rich, silky planes of his body. He didn’t seem to have a problem with that, as he did nothing to break contact with her questing mouth.

It’d only been a few months since Sera had sex, but it seemed like a lifetime since she’d been sensual with a man. Her desire was a slow burn, glowing a little hotter each time she got a taste of him.

She pulled his index finger between her teeth, gently biting the pad as she swirled her tongue over the tip. He watched her with hooded eyes and she couldn’t resist smiling back. His fingers curled beneath her chin and he pulled her closer, tilting his head towards her. His finger slid from between her lips, freeing her mouth to be claimed by his.

But the kiss didn’t come.

Instead, his ringing phone split the silence and drove them apart.

“Sorry.” He snatched the phone up from the counter. “I’ve got to take this. It’s Stephanie.”

Sera nodded and stifled the flare of disappointment. Of course he had to take it. His pack mates were missing. Her sister was
dead
. They didn’t have time to make out like teenagers in the kitchen.

“I’ll be right there. Don’t move.” He put the phone in his pocket. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.”

“What’s wrong?” Sera asked.

“It’s Chen. He was found wandering in the woods. The police have him now. I need to go and get him.”

“I’ll come with you,” Sera said.

“No,” Seth said sharply. He took a deep breath and softened his tone. “This is pack business.”

Her first impulse was to argue her case, but she conceded with a small nod. He was right, of course. Just because she invited him into her personal matters didn’t mean she had a right to tag along to his.

“You go take care of that. I’ve got some things to pack.” She fled the room, and a moment later, she heard the front door open and close behind him.