Deception (Dark Alpha #3) (4 page)

Jak checked the time on his phone for the third time in as many minutes.

Professor Nalik didn’t notice, still going on about his test results and the laser apparatus. Jak nodded at all the right times, but his attention was on the clock, counting the minutes until Arianna’s class started. Visiting Silver Quick’s lab was a decent excuse for being on campus, in case his plan went sideways, but if the timing wasn’t as precise as Nalik’s laser setup, the whole thing could unwind.

And Jak wasn’t ready to go fang to fang with Mace. Not yet.

“The calibrations are certified,” Nalik said. “We are quite certain there are no errors in our measurements. Besides, the optical memories would be less if there were any such decoherent effects in the crystal.”

“No system is error free, professor,” Jak said. But he really needed to make an exit if he was going to get where he needed to be on time.

The diminutive Indian man’s spine stiffened. “We’ve accounted for all the stochastic interactions that could be reasonably interfering.”

Jak nodded, but he wasn’t reassured by the man’s defensiveness. If he wanted funding from Red Wolf, he was going to have to be more forthcoming about the holes still left in the technology. Gage was all about taking risks in the market, but not with tech guys who were too afraid to show their faults to allow them a realistic assessment of the risks involved.

“All right, look.” Jak made an obvious glance at his phone this time. “I have another appointment. How about I come back with one of our managing partners, and you can go over this all again with him? But we need to know
everything,
Pradeep. Keeping secrets is not going to win you any investors.”

The professor’s eyes narrowed at Jak’s use of his first name… but he had to understand who was in the driver’s seat with this.

“Perhaps,” he said archly, “we will find other investors with more confidence in our ability to run our own lab.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” Jak grabbed his jacket off a lab bench. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Pradeep. It’s that we’re talking lots of investor money, and I’m your tech guy. If I don’t have full confidence in your setup, I can’t sell it to my boss or our other investors when we try to leverage a buy-in on this. And if you managed to find an investor who doesn’t care about due diligence, I’d be worried, if I were you. As in
violation-of-patent
worried.”

Pradeep’s prickly demeanor deflated as Jak slipped on his jacket and headed for the door. Just as he was about to step out, the professor held up his hand.

“Wait.” He seemed to be physically swallowing his pride. “Bring your managing partner back next time. We’ll have all the information you want.”

Jak held his smile in check and just gave him a sharp nod. “Glad to hear it. I think you really have some industry-busting stuff here, Nalik. You just need to give me the information to prove it.” With that, Jak turned on his heel and hurried out of the lab, down the stairs, and across the quad.

The day was relatively clear, but the wind was starting to pick up, lifting the fall leaves in tiny whirls off the pavement and sending them dancing into the air. He had just two minutes to get to Arianna’s classroom, so he picked up his pace.

It had been an agonizing four days since she had slammed the door in his face late Saturday night. He’d been over it in his mind again and again, but he just couldn’t tell if it was the mating bond that had sent him packing or if she truly didn’t want him to free her anymore. He couldn’t believe that was true, but he hadn’t had a chance to meet with her since. She’d returned to school on Monday, but Mace and his beta, Beck, were doing guard detail now. And Jak was clearly not in the rotation. On top of that, Mace hadn’t gone out drinking all week, which was not the norm, and Gage had been keeping Jak busy at work: there had been literally no time when he could go over and yank Arianna out of Mace’s house to have a real talk with her.

He would just have to sneak into her life.

Dashing across the red pavers of the plaza, he arrived at Kane Hall just as the other students were starting to trickle in. Jak stepped down his pace and played it cool, hoisting his backpack up on his shoulder and strolling like he was just another eager student arriving early to class. He was afraid Arianna might have been early too, but he’d left plenty of room: fifteen minutes before class ought to be more than Mace would be willing to do. And Jak knew Arianna’s schedule: she only had the one class today, just like the first day, when Jak had been her bodyguard. Which was also the day he first realized how much trouble he was in with her.

Amazing that it had only taken a week for her to change his life.

Jak put up his hood and kept his head down while surreptitiously scanning the few students in the hall and then in the classroom. None were her… and more importantly, he’d managed to slip into class before Mace arrived. Jak was counting on Mace staying outside in the hall—if he walked Arianna into the classroom, Jak would have to pull his hood down over his face and pray he could slip past Beck and get the hell out before he was recognized. With any luck, Arianna would come in alone.

Jak hung out at the top row of seats: the classroom was one of those theatre-style ones that could hold hundreds of undergraduates. He would have been ridiculously suspicious in a normal-sized classroom, but lurking with his hoodie and bent over his phone… he was one of a dozen students milling around the classroom, coming and going before they settled down for class.

He pretended to be engrossed in his phone while actually keeping his eye on the door. His heart lurched when he saw her: gorgeous, long brown tresses spread over her fall jacket; tentative smile, brightening more the farther she walked into the classroom; and a backpack banging lightly as she pattered down the steps, scanning for a seat.

She walked right past him.

He didn’t breathe again until he was sure Mace wasn’t following or watching. Then he trotted down the steps, dropping into the seat next to her just as she sat down. She startled a little, smile going a little uncertain but still bright, until her eyes worked their way up to his: then they flew open wide.

“Shhh,” he said very quietly. He still had his hood up, peering at her from underneath it as he dug around in his backpack for a paper pad. “I’m just another student who happened to sit next to you. Nothing special.”

She had already turned into a mannequin, stiffly staring at her swing-arm desktop then turning to dig into her own backpack. “What are you doing here?” she asked harshly.

A small pain tore through his chest. Maybe this was a mistake.

Arianna had failed utterly in keeping her voice down. The guy in front of them turned slightly but didn’t say anything before apparently deciding it was none of his business. He moved over three seats.

“I had to see you,” Jak said quietly. “But if you don’t want to see me… anymore…” He was having a hard time getting the words out. His whisper faded at the end, and that feeling in his chest was stabbing him again. He stared at her hands, turning white as she clutched her notebook.

“Jak.” It was just one word, but it was his name in a whisper full of emotion.

He lifted his gaze: her eyes were glassy with tears. If she told him to stay away, he could still blame it on Mace and the mating bond—her alpha had to be just outside—but that wouldn’t stop it from ripping a hole in his heart.

“All I want is you.” Her words were barely audible. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, and she ducked her face away.

Jak’s heart was soaring.

He glanced to the top of the classroom: the door was closed. He turned back to Arianna and reached for her face, lifting her chin with one finger so she would bring those beautiful blue eyes back to him. She blinked more tears, and he gently brushed them away.

Her lips quivered. “But I’ll die if you’re hurt because of me.”

He leaned as close as he dared. “You’re not going to die. And neither am I.” He pulled back and held up his notepad. “Notes only. Okay?”

She sniffed back the rest of the tears and nodded. If he had to pick one moment as the exact instant when he fell in love with Arianna Stefan, he would have to say that was it: when she had nothing to go on but his word, but she trusted him anyway. All while being amazingly brave in the face of what they both knew was a ridiculously dangerous idea: breaking her free.

All the more dangerous to be plotting it here under Mace’s nose. Although Jak’s heart was still flying from her words and her trust… now that he had that, nothing would stop him from being the one to set her free.

The instructor had arrived on the stage at the bottom of the room, and all eyes were on him. Jak bent over his notepad and scribbled out his first flush of thoughts. He would have the whole length of the class to write out all the details of his plans for Saturday. But he had other things he had to tell her first.

You’re all I think about. Everything I want. I made a promise to you. I’m going to keep it. And soon… Saturday, my love.

He slid the pad to where she could see it, still on the swing-arm desk of his stadium seat, but close enough for his scribblings to be legible.

She read it then bent over her own pad, and a moment later, held out a note for him.
The submission ceremony? The whole pack will be there. Too dangerous.

He suppressed a grin.
I’ll be the last thing they expect,
he wrote.

This time, it took her several scratched out tries before she wrote back.
Too dangerous.

I’ll need your help,
he scribbled on the pad.
You’ll have to signal me at just the right time.
He dug into his backpack again. The instructor was telling them to get out their textbooks which led to a flurry of iPads being withdrawn from backpacks and covered his shuffling pretty well. He drew out a small phone, the tiniest he could find on the market. It was a burn phone, but it had text capability. That was all she would need.

He passed it to her under the tabletop. When her fingers brushed his, the warmth of them surged his senses. But her hand was gone an instant later, whisking away the phone before he could do more than wish to hold her hand.

My number is programmed in,
he wrote on his pad.
I’ll spell it all out for you, step by step. It will work. I promise.

Maybe we can just run away?
she wrote back. The phone had already disappeared into a pocket deep inside her backpack.

He paused to look at her. She kept her eyes glued to the instructor rambling below them, avoiding Jak’s corner-of-the-eye stare.

It was tempting. He could just wait until Mace was out screwing someone else in a club in Seattle. Then Jak could simply drag Arianna out of his house until she would come with him willingly. Of course, the magic would still hold. It was strongest when she was near Mace, or in his territory, but no matter where on Earth Arianna went, she would always carry Mace in her blood. And he would never stop searching for her, never stop wanting to reclaim his mate. She and Jak would have to constantly look over their shoulders. One day Mace might catch up to them… and then Arianna’s fate would be worse than it was now.

Much worse.

Not to mention that simply running away would mean she could never mate again.

She would never fully belong to him.
That thought struck at a nagging fear: what if, once she was free of Mace, she didn’t choose to be with him? Once Mace was dead, his magic in her blood would die along with him… and the mating bond would be cleared from her mind. What if, in that clarity of mind, she realized Jak wasn’t really worthy of her? He was only a beta. And she was young and beautiful, smart and unmated: she could have her pick of any alpha on the planet. The likes of Mace only got hold of her by force. If she was free, she could choose to be with anyone… and, if she was at all logical, she wouldn’t pick a beta like Jak to mate with. To raise a family with. It wasn’t just tradition or pack ritual—it was primal. He knew her wolf would be drawn to the strongest alpha around. It was the instinct of their species, the way to ensure the strongest bloodlines. Survival of the fittest.

She could fight the instinct, of course, make a different choice. But would she?

Jak wasn’t even sure that she
should.
In any event, she would need the protection of being mated to
someone.
An escaped captive female who was still mated… she would never find another pack who would take her in. Jak would protect her with his life, but she would always be at risk of being hauled back to Mace by some wolf who thought he was doing the right thing.

Or a bounty hunter in it for the cash. Or the parts.

Arianna snuck a look at him: he was taking too long to respond. But that innocent, trusting look in her eyes decided it for him: whether she wanted him or not, he was going to wrench her free of Mace. This wasn’t about having Arianna for himself—this was about freeing her to make her own choice. No matter what that choice might be.

He finally wrote on his pad.
I would run away with you in an instant. But as long as Mace lives, you will never have another mate. Or a pack. You deserve better than that. You deserve a wolf who will claim you with his heart as well as his bite.

He watched her face as she read his words. The tears slowly leaked down again, working a strange magic on him. They loosened a need to touch her that couldn’t be denied. He reached under her table, his fingers searching out hers. When he found them, her hands were soft and warm, and there was a tremble in them that he tried to soothe by lacing his fingers with hers and slowly running circles across the back of her hand with his thumb. He didn’t think his heart could soar any more, but when she squeezed his hand tight, it practically lifted him out of his chair.

She trusted him. She said she wanted him, at least for now. That was all he needed.

He spent the rest of the hour detailing their plans, step by step, so she would know exactly what to expect on Saturday. They promised each other they would try to find a way to meet before then, but even if they couldn’t, everything was set. An entirely new life was crafted with paper and pen on the pads before them. Jak would be sure to destroy all of it before they left, but it was all inscribed on their hearts anyway. All they needed was a little luck, and within two days, Arianna would be free. Then they would leave Seattle for their new lives. Together.