Brant was silent for a few seconds. “What about the female you needed to question?”
Gideon had to fight for control. He clenched his teeth, working to keep his breathing and his heart rate normal. He kept his eyes on Brant’s. “Someone I thought I recognized. Turns out I was wrong. We can’t be too careful.”
Brant narrowed his eyes, but Gideon somehow managed to remain outwardly calm. If his king ever found out about the events of a year and a half ago, he was finished.
The other male finally nodded. “Is this related in any way to what happened to Zane? Do you think it is the same hate group that did this?”
Gideon shrugged. “I sent two of my males in pursuit of the van but unfortunately they already had too much of a head start. We had to call in the human authorities since it happened on human territory. There was no evidence, although some of the test results are not back yet. Captain Jackson will be in touch with me should anything change.” Gideon took a deep breath. “I might be wrong, but I do not think that the events are related. This was more an act of vandalism where as the attack on Zane was much more serious.”
Brant nodded. “I agree. Keep me informed should anything of interest come back from the humans.” His leader sighed heavily. “Also, keep an eye on York. I want to be briefed if he leaves our territory and when he returns. My sources tell me that he reeked of human female this morning even though he left the ‘meet and greet’ early last night.” The other male clenched his jaw for a few long seconds. “I think that he is still fooling around with that human. Lord help him if that’s true.”
Gideon nodded.
“A fucking example needs to be made,” Brant growled. “I’m turning into a first-class pussy. I won’t tolerate any more insubordination. Not from him or anyone else for that matter.”
Chapter 5
Three days later…
Gideon was obviously into pure torture. At this vantage point, at a well placed window on the west side of the castle, Gideon had the perfect view of the lawn area next to the lake. He’d been watching a group of humans that had decided to go for a group jog.
A jog.
Here.
In front of a whole bunch of training males. He pulled out the two-way radio from one of his side pockets, immediately requesting backup to that area of the grounds. What the fuck did they think they were doing? All that half exposed human skin was bound to cause a riot. They wore little shorts and even smaller T-shirts.
At least, three of the ladies were dressed that way, the fourth wore sweatpants and a baggy shirt.
“This is team two. Over,” sounded a static voice from his radio.
“Yeah.” Gideon almost choked as the group took off at a slow jog. His eyes glued to the female in the baggy outfit. Jenna. “Get your asses to the west side of the castle…stat.”
Although the garments hung on her, they also did nothing to hide her curves. For whatever reason, she had lost weight since… He clenched his jaw, not wanting to think back on that time. The best and the worst time of his life.
As hard as he tried, Gideon could not drag his eyes away from her moving form. Her face was set in determination. Her little hands were clenched into fists which she pumped at her sides. He was fucked if he couldn’t take his eyes off of her breasts, which bounced in time to her footfalls. Didn’t she know that sports bras had been invented? Fuck! He was going to have to buy her one.
He was forced to clench his teeth even tighter as the group of females passed by. Gideon groaned as he caught sight of her ass. Even though he couldn’t actually see it. It didn’t matter because his hands still itched to touch and his mouth watered to taste. His dick actually twitched beneath his zipper. His body had taken on a mind of its own. What was she even still doing here?
The males had all stopped to stare. Their eyes tracking the females as they jogged. Their bodies tightened, fists clenched. He was sure he caught a whiff of pure testosterone in the air. Thank fuck, none of them made any comments or attempts to approach the females.
This had to stop.
He couldn’t have her here. Besides, what he had seen seven months ago meant that Jenna most definitely had lied on the questionnaire. She might not have a mate anymore, although it wouldn’t surprise him if she did, but she most definitely did have a child and that automatically disqualified her from the program.
Gideon couldn’t take the torture anymore. It was still with extreme reluctance that he pulled his gaze away from her mouthwatering form.
He had to do something about this, had to rectify the situation as a matter of extreme urgency. Brant would want to know. There was no way in hell that she was here for him. Taking big, long strides, it wasn’t long before he was in the waiting area of Brant’s office.