ROMANCE: SHIFTER: Shifter to the Max Collection (Dragon, Bear, Wolf and Panther Shifter Romances) (Paranormal Fantasy Romance Collection) (10 page)

Blake stood with his back against the limo, waiting with the driver on the side of the road like a servant.

I'm no servant! I'm second in command!

It
almost
sounded good.
Almost
sounded powerful. But there was that pesky word that just wouldn't go away—
second
. Blake had always been second best. Even in high school, when the change had happened, it had been Jakob who had turned first. Blake had only followed weeks later.

"Damn him for this!" Blake hollered, beating his fist against the glass. He felt the window give slightly and pulled his hand away before it broke.

The driver looked up from his cell phone. "It's not really Mr. Moore's fault the limo stopped running."

Blake glared at him.

The driver tried to hold his gaze against Blake's. He'd never liked Blake—he was a kiss ass and he'd be damned if he'd let that sonofabitch think he was better than him—but soon the driver's steel faltered. Something in Blake's eyes made the driver fear being alone with him. Like he could snap at any moment. Like... like he wasn't entirely human. But that was ridiculous. Blake grinned at him, revealing teeth that were too sharp and too long for convention. The driver turned back to his cell phone.

Blake laughed. Jakob would never have allowed him to mess with the driver, but Jakob wasn't here. He'd left Blake with this servant so he could go to the meeting alone. The meeting Blake had helped plan. The one that could bring them millions and ensure the livelihood of the pack for the next decade—hell, the next century. And Blake was cast aside like a piece of rotting meat. It made him sick.

***

Sabrina hovered in front of the counter at the coffee shop, her cheeks going red.

"It was declined," the barista said. "
Again
." The girl, so young she still had acne, gave Sabrina an exasperated look.

"But I know there's money in it. Try again." The barista sighed but banged some keys on her register and the credit machine reset. Sabrina swiped her card. It made a loud beeping noise and the screen flashed red: DECLINED.

"Do you have another form of payment ma'am?"

Ma'am? Did she just call me ma'am?
Jeez, this day was getting worse and worse. First, there was the same tired fight with her mother. Next, she crashes into a supermodel body builder who makes her skin tingle, and she walks away from him because she's too disillusioned to see any point in granting even a small flirtation.

She wished she'd gotten his name. She felt his eyes on her even now, that deep brown that sucked you in, mesmerizing like a magician. She knew she was probably idealizing him in her mind. No one was
that
perfect.

"Ma'am," the barista's voice rose. A line was forming behind Sabrina. "Are you gonna get the latte or what?"

"I guess not," she said, lowering her eyes a fraction of an inch. She could already taste the latte on her tongue.

"Allow me," a voice crooned from behind her.

Sabrina didn't need to turn around. The voice was unmistakable. It was too deep, too sultry to be anyone other than the model she'd left on the sidewalk only ten minutes before. Her blood pressure shot up twenty points as he stepped towards her.

His shoes made soft clunks on the ground as he moved through the crowd. They parted for him like a celebrity coming down a red carpet. Sabrina turned her head and saw the jaw on the girl behind her drop open and begin to salivate. He handed the barista a fifty. "Please, add the change to your tip jar." The girl blushed.

The supermodel smiled at Sabrina and when his arm brushed hers she felt her heart skip several beats. She took a great gulp of air and said, "You don't have to do that."

"I
insist
."

She couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from curving up.

"Did you follow me here?" she asked.

"Yes."

His honesty startled her. She wasn't sure whether she should be flattered or frightened.

"I'm Jakob Moore." He stretched out his hand and she took it again without thinking. It was almost as hot as the latte he handed her.

"Now," he said, leading her away from the crowd. His eyes followed her as she walked, watching her ample hips swish back and forth over her shapely legs, crafted, no doubt, to entice him. "Tell me your name."

"Oh," she said. "I'm... I'm..." Her brain wasn't working for some reason. "Sabrina," she finally spit out.

"Sabrina," he repeated. Her name rolled off his tongue like sugar. "Now that we've been introduced. I have a favor I'd like to ask."

Sabrina hesitated, searching his face for the telltale signs of a serial killer, but seeing none. "Yes?"

Jakob gestured towards her latte. "An exchange. Coffee for companionship."

Her reaction confused him at first. She looked mad.

"You want my
companionship
?" she shouted. Her beautiful blue eyes turned red. "What do you think I am? Some kind of prost—" But Sabrina couldn't get the word out. The taste was too vile in her mouth.

Jakob immediately realized his error. "No," he said, "I didn't mean it like that. I only meant—"

She threw her coffee on the floor. It splattered against his legs and singed his skin, a bee sting that would heal in minutes. Sabrina was already to the door. He moved to follow her.

"Sabrina," he called. "Stop." His tone was commanding, and she did as he said.
Good.

She turned to him. "If you follow me again,
creep
, I'll break your balls off."

She pushed the door open and left Jakob standing wet and alone, more startled than the crowd of coffee drinkers.

Blake stared at Jacob, horrified. "You missed the meeting?"

Jakob barely looked at him as he shrugged out of his suit coat and tossed it onto the cherry wood bench lining his pack home's entrance hall. All he could think of was Sabrina. Had he blown it? He didn't think that was possible. Once established, the connection with your mate could never be severed. But still... She had run from him twice already.

Blake's anger overwhelmed him. He felt his body wanting to shift. His eyes glowed a golden orange and his fingers extended towards the floor.

"Pull it back in," Jakob said. "Now is not the time."

Blake forced himself to concentrate. Soon his breathing normalized and his eyes were once again a very average looking hazel. He was embarrassed at such an outburst in front of Jakob.

"Did you hear what I said," Jakob growled, "or are you so focused on money you can think of nothing else?" Blake did not respond so Jakob continued. "I found my mate."

Blake knew Jacob shouldn't be faulted for what had happened—when you found your mate, there was nothing so important as solidifying the bond—but he didn't care. If Jakob couldn't do the deal himself, he should've sent Blake in his place.

Jakob sensed Blake's anger, and it unsettled him. Blake had always been loyal, but he felt that loyalty waver now. It upset Jakob to think that Blake, his oldest friend and second in charge, could show signs of wanting the blood draw. If Blake persisted, Jakob would have no choice but to put him in his place. Even if that meant banishment from the pack. Or worse.

"Next time, I'll go to the meeting." Blake said.

Jakob's growl grew deep in his throat. "You are still
second
, Blake. You do not make demands, you ask permission." He paused and let the strength of his will wash over Blake's own. All alpha's had the ability to force their will onto clan members. It was for the safety of the pack this was possible—contradiction in a clan led to death and destruction.

Blake tried to fight the power of Jakob's injunction, but it was stronger than his own.

"Forgive me," Blake finally said, because he had no choice. The words were bitter on his tongue.

Jakob nodded, dismissing Blake. He would deal with him later. For now, there were more important matters to take care of.

***

Jakob was hunting Sabrina. He found her scent easily in the air. Even from miles away, it could not hide from him. There was something else... a gentle tugging at the back of his brain that told him where she was. He'd heard the stories, of course, of sharing a connection with your mate so strong it was like you were one person. He'd thought the stories were exaggerated. He knew now it was the opposite.

Jakob left his house early and followed Sabrina on her Saturday morning routine. She'd stopped first at a convenient store and come out carrying a bottle of water. She'd seen him, but he'd disappeared quickly, knowing it wasn't the right time to reveal himself.

Next, she stopped at the bank. She'd seen him again, and he smiled at her through the window and continued on his way, as if the meeting were mere coincidence.

Now he stood outside a coffee shop. Not the same one as last time. This one offered chocolate mocha volcano cups, whatever those were. He watched through the window as Sabrina placed her order.

***

Sabrina knew Jakob was outside. He'd been following her all morning. She didn't know if he thought she was too dumb to notice, or so confident that it didn't matter.

She tried to gather her thoughts.
Call the police?
No. Despite his trailing her everywhere, she didn't feel threatened by him. She felt flattered. A rich, sexy man was giving up his Saturday morning to follow her around as she ran menial tasks like going to the bank and buying coffee.

She looked at the latte in her hand—coffee was her one vice, she couldn't live without it—and knew she shouldn't spend the money on it. She'd had to transfer money from her savings to her checking account yesterday after getting home. Her savings were almost completely gone now. A couple hundred dollars and she'd be dead broke.

She watched Jakob pace outside the shop. He sent tingles up her spine, even as he stalked her. She couldn't stay in here all morning. She stepped outside. "Are you following me again?"

"Yes." Jakob watched for her reaction. He didn't want her running off again, but he also refused to lie. There was weakness in lying, and Jakob was not a weak man.

"Why?" she demanded.

Jakob shrugged. "Because you're my mate."

His mate?
Was he for real? However...the words sounded strange, but also right. She'd dreamt of him last night. It had been very vivid, charged with a sexuality almost as unreal as the muscles under his clothes.

"I want to explain about yesterday," Jakob said. "When I asked for companionship, I only meant the pleasure of your company." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "In a public place," he added. "I only wanted to talk to you."

"Why?" Sabrina asked. She couldn't believe a man like this would have anything much to say to her. He was obviously wealthy. The suit he wore today was just as nice as the one he'd worn yesterday.

Jakob could not believe how beautiful yet how stubborn this woman was. He knew she felt what he did. Why was she resisting? "I told you. You're my mate." Sabrina's heart thumped. "Let me take you to dinner," he said. "Tonight. I want you to know me."

Sabrina felt herself giving in. "But I have work stuff," she murmured.

Jakob's eyes went black then lightened to an almost unnatural degree of light blue. Sabrina saw flecks of white and silver that she'd missed the other day. "This is more important," he said. "It's the weekend anyway."

She couldn't fight the electricity that ran over her skin just being near him. In this moment, her brain and heart wanted the same thing, and she gave in. "Alright," she said, and gave him her address.

Sabrina double checked herself in the mirror. Her dress was tight and showed off every voluptuous curve of her body. She especially liked the way her breasts rounded out to form a nice line of cleavage skinny chicks could never get without implants.

The light green of her dress highlighted the deeper green of her eyes, and she added a dash of red to her lips before pressing them onto a napkin to blot the excess. The bell rang and Sabrina's heart almost gave out. She ran down the hall of her apartment and slipped into some black heels before adjusting herself one last time.

Jakob stood outside the door, flowers in hand, feeling silly. The typical courting rituals weren't usually done when you found your mate. They weren't necessary. Mates instinctively knew they were supposed to be together, and things like dating were usually skipped. Marriage took place, then children.

Sabrina was making this more difficult than it should be, but he also found that to be something fascinating about her. He felt as though he already knew her, yet he could not wrap his mind around exactly what made her tick. She infuriated him in ways no woman ever had. Jakob had become accustomed to getting his way, especially with women, and now he found himself having to work for Sabrina's affection. It aroused him like nothing ever had.

"So you're not a model?" Sabrina asked after they'd been seated. The restaurant they were in was too fancy. Sabrina shifted in her seat. At the table next to them, a woman in a Valentino dress drank Dom Pérignon like it was water.

Jakob laughed. It was a rich sound that made her body itch to touch more than just his hand.

"No. I suppose you could call me an entrepreneur. I own several companies, and buy other companies that I think will make me more money."

"That sounds boring," Sabrina said. She shuffled her hands nervously. She didn't like the idea of wealth. Despite the money her family had, she'd never been comfortable with it. Having money always made you want more money, and there was never enough of it to satisfy. She'd watched her parents spend more time with their money than they had with each other, or even her.

Jakob's face twitched. "I've worked hard for money. My work supports my family, and I like having control over my own life. You can't have that if you're always broke."

His words felt like a dig at her, but there was something else he'd said that was far more alarming. "Your family? Are you married?" She was horrified she hadn't thought to ask. Of course a man like this was married. She'd seen too many couples break up because of infidelity, and she would never allow herself to be a part of that, no matter how much Jakob made her head spin.

"No," Jakob said. "I'm not married. I meant my brothers."

"Oh," Sabrina relaxed, relieved. She hadn't thought it was possible to want a man so much, so fast.

The waiter brought some champagne in an elegant gold bottle embossed with a lavish golden spade. The bottle looked more expensive than the watch Jakob wore on his hand. The waiter poured it out for them and Sabrina read the label.

"It's Armand di Brignac," Jakob said. "
Brut gold
." He added these last words as if they should mean something to her.

She smiled and sipped the champagne. It was silky and creamy and Sabrina wanted to get rid of it. She would've rather had wine in a box than this stuff sitting in front of her. She picked up a menu, trying to relieve her mind of its discomfort. The menu prices were like a punch in the jaw.
One hundred dollars for soup and salad!
Was that for real?

Jakob caught Sabrina eyeing the bottle of Brignac and thought he'd made the right choice. Wealth and power were always the things most attractive to women, and he had them in abundance. "It's one of the best champagnes in the world," Jakob said, thinking to entice her further. "Only the finest restaurants stock it. Three thousand a bottle." The last part might have been considered a bit gauche, but Jakob was proud he could afford such luxuries. Soon Sabrina would have them too.

Sabrina dropped her menu. Her eyes were bright. "What's wrong?" Jakob asked.

"How much did you say?"

"What?"

"The champagne. How much did you say it was?"

"Oh," Jakob relaxed. His trick had worked. She was impressed. "Only three thousand. You can buy it cheaper wholesale, but the way the restaurants mark things up..."

Sabrina grabbed her purse and pushed her chair back.

"Are you going to the restroom?" Jakob asked, uncertain. He did not like uncertainty.

"No. I'm leaving."

"Leaving?" he stood up now and reached out an arm to stop her. "Why?" He was shocked to find tears in her eyes.

"I knew this was a mistake. Why did you bring me here? Just to show off?"

"Well..." Jakob felt himself stumbling. He wasn't accustomed to such outbursts. "Yes."

Her mouth dropped open and her cheeks grew red. Jakob had no idea what to do. It angered him to feel so clueless.

"This could never work between us. You're everything that I hate." Sabrina ran out of the restaurant and Jakob stood baffled as patrons at the tables around them pretended not to stare.