Fresh out of “The Unit”, Kash is talked into taking over her uncle’s out of the way hotel and ends up having to deal with ‘HIM’. The bane of her existence. The second in command of the Pack just outside of her property, and if he doesn’t stop bothering her, she’s going to have to show him just how good she is with a rifle.
When a knock sounded at the door, Akasha looked up from the frustrating pile of paperwork on her desk. “Enter!”
Her personal assistant opened the door. “Sorry to bother you Kash, Aaron Mitchell is here.”
She dropped her head to the desk. It didn’t make her day go away so she tried it again a few more times, but it still didn’t help the hell she’d be living through since she got a call at 4am from her night manager about a flood in the basement. Rather than give herself a concussion, she figured she’d better stop banging her head on the desk and face the bane of her existence…
She whined, “Do I have to see him?”
Clare smiled at her in sympathy, “It’s either see him or listen to him snarl at the staff, more importantly me, until you see him.”
“Damn…” She took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. “Fine. I supposed his damned Alpha sent him. Send him back before everyone starts bitching about the big werewolf having a hissy fit.”
Clare left her office door open and went to get the pain in the ass demanding that she see him.
This was the last thing she needed. Akasha leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms across her stomach to wait.
Five years ago her father gave her this resort. She still couldn’t figure out if it was to placate her on having to leave due to pack pressure, or if it was because he didn’t want her to stay in the back country with her grandfather’s tribe. It took him months to talk her into it, but here she was, and even when she was frustrated due to all the problems of late, she still absolutely loved her life. She still missed her Dad and some of the Pack, still missed staying with her grandfather and his tribe in Northern Ontario, but both home and heart now lay with the Gray Wolf Resort in British Columbia.
The sound of the door closing brought her out of thoughts of the past. “Hissy fit?” Aaron Mitchell, Alpha werewolf, tall, dark, gorgeous, powerful and one of the biggest pains in the ass she’d ever had the displeasure of meeting stood at the door, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.
Akasha looked at him in confusion, then remembered what she said just a minute ago. “Look Mitchell, its only noon and I’ve already had a long damn day. I am hungry, tired, up to my eyes in paperwork and then you come here, without an appointment mind you, and demand to see me just as I was finally making headway on said paperwork. If you want pleasantries, come back when you make an appointment.” She took a deep breath and let it out in a woosh.
He opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off, “Sorry…not my best day.”
“So I see.”
“Why did you want to see me?”
He walked across her office and sat down in the chair in front of her desk. “A few of my pack went to the Lupanar to set up for the Summer Solstice and we found that the area had been broken into, again.” He leaned back, and re-crossed his arms across his chest.
“Why would that concern me?”
“From the looks of it, the break-in was by some of your guests.”
She looked at him incredulously. “How do you figure that?”
“Some of your blankets were found in the mass of beer bottles, food wrappers spread across half the Lupanar.”
Akasha sat up and banged her head on her desk a few more times. Nope, still didn’t help a damn thing. “What do you want me to do? I put up an 8 foot fence surrounding the entrance, put up Do No Enter and Private Property signs on it, and locked it with a padlock, the keys to which I gave to you. I really don’t know what else I can do.”
He opened mouth to speak, but she cut him off. “I’m not putting a guard on it. If you want to, be my guest.”
“I wasn’t going to ask you to do that, nor am I. I just came to tell you that I set up the area with motion sensors and alarms.”
Akasha was confused…why would he disrupt her day to tell her that?
“I’m sorry… why did you feel I had to know that?”
“The Lupanar is on your property, I was just being considerate in telling you what I’ve had done.”
“Right. Fine. Thank you. Is that all?”
“No. I need you to express, strongly, to your guests that the Lupanar and the area surrounding it is off limits. Especially during our Solstice rituals.”
“If you would just sell me that parcel of land, we wouldn’t continue having this problem.”
“Not unless you sell me the waterfall and the land surrounding it.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Can’t, or won’t?”
“Cannot. My grandfather’s will stipulates that the waterfall and the land surrounding it can never be sold.”
“I wish I could figure out what possessed my father and your grandfather to mess up the property lines so badly.”
“Have you asked your father?”
“Of course I have. The only answer I got, and keep getting, is that both he and your grandfather swore not to let the reason for that land switch to be known until certain stipulations have been met.”
“And those stipulations are?”
Akasha growled. “He won’t tell me!”
“Apparently that cannot be known until the event, or whatever has already happened.”
“I’ll get out of your hair so you can get that small mountain of paperwork of yours done.”
He stood, walked to the door and put his hand onto the doorknob and looked back at her, “You really should go get some rest, you don’t seem to be tracking all that well.”
“You look exhausted.” He opened the door and walked out.
She hated to admit it, but was right. She wasn’t doing any good here. Akasha got up, left her office and closed the door behind her as she headed toward the front. Seeing Clare just down the hall, Akasha didn’t want to take the extra steps to her so she just leaned against the wall and called out.
“Clare, I’m heading home.”
Clare walked down the hall. “Is there anything wrong?”
“I’m tired, and according to His Majesty, I’m not tracking well.” She snickered. “Call me if you need me, but try not to do it unless the place is burning down around your ears, okay?”
Clare laughed. “Although I hate to admit it, but you do look like hell. Go get some rest.”
Akasha pushed herself away from the wall and headed back down the hallway to the employee’s exit. As she walked out the door, she saw Ian driving by with a golf cart. Akasha brought her fingers to her mouth and let out a shrill whistle. When Ian looked toward her, she gestured him to come to her.
“Is there anything you need Kash?”
“Yeah, a ride home.”
Ian laughed. “Tired are we?”
“Beat. Stick a fork in me, I’m done.”
Ian laughed. “Jump on and I’ll get you home.”