Losing Myself in You
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Chapter 8
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    It was dinner time, and Marcus was still wearing a scowl on his rough face. To be honest, he couldn't quite believe he actually walked through the doors of the Nocturnal Defense Society headquarters. Stranger still, no one questioned him or tried to stop him. Hell, no one had even attempted to arrest him, the sole purpose for Bridgette Barker's presence at his home in the first place.  Not arrest, apparently.  Questioning.  Even though they claimed they were there to arrest him.  What a joke.  It seemed Bridgette hadn’t been in on the plan, either, which was odd, since he assumed she excelled at her job.  At least, judging by the multiple awards on honors littering the walls of her office. He wasn't sure where he had been going once inside the building, but he could smell her scent throughout the building.  She was an agent here, after all.  But the strongest place it resided was a certain office on the third floor; naturally, he assumed it belonged to her.
    The occupants of the third floor were afraid of him, a fact that made him grin. They never asked him why he was there, who he wanted to see… There was only one man who looked like he might have done something about it – some brute with black hair and blue eyes , who was hunched over a computer until Marcus walked in – but he didn't. He was the same man who asked if he should escort Marcus out. Marcus would have loved to see the guy try.
    Bridgette hadn't been afraid of him. She didn't seem to care about his presence, and during their heated exchanged, she stood up to him and had no problem talking back. Her ice-blue eyes ignited a fire deep within him and he wanted nothing more than to sweep the surface of her desk so everything scattered to the floor before taking her right there. She angered him, his temper rising with each moment he had been in her office.  Somehow, this only increased his desire for her. After the dream he had experienced, how could he not want her.
    No, he didn't want to marry her, but his hormones rivaled those of a fourteen year old human boy when he was around her.
    It was almost like a weakness.
    But he didn't want to think about that. Not now, at least.
    He turned his attention back to his roast beef, mashed potatoes, and goblet of red wine, back to his pack.  The dining room in the mansion was one of the largest rooms in the manor. Breakfast and lunch weren't required for the clan to eat together, but dinner was, so the table (and the room, of course) had to accommodate to at least twenty people. The pack was always growing, whether it was with pups or mates, it didn't matter. As usual with most families, there was a special table reserved for children, which really had no structure to it.
    The dining table for the adults, however, did. Since Marcus was the Alpha male, there was no question that he was seated at the head of the table. On each side of him sat the Elders, or those that Marcus went to when he had troub le making decisions for his pack. Marcus's authority went without question, but he always took the opinion of those older and wiser than he was. He didn't always follow their advice, but the fact that he asked in the first place showed a great amount of respect. Some Elders weren't even considered in certain packs.
    Besides the Elders was the usual mix of adults. There was no assigned seating, but people tend ed to gravitate towards those like them, so the arrangement was always similar with little discrepancies. When he did marry, however, his wife would take her rightful place on his left side and the Elders would move across the table, so they sat next to each other on his right.
    After the first course was served and the glasses were filled with an assortment of drinks, Marcus stood. It was a sign that he wanted to address them all, so his pack quieted and gave him their full attention. He had

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