Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy) Read Free Page B

hundred years. They never argued, fought or had drama. Their relationship was solid and had been since they first met; she was immortal and he wasn’t , and we all know what happened next.
    “You’re late,” the teacher said ten minutes after the bell rang.
    “I know,” a young woman whispered. “You know how Jarvis is, he drives like a damn grandma!”
    The teacher laughed. “Jarvis is in town? I thought he was in Russia til l Christmas .”
    “He was, but he came home for the party Friday. Jarvis wanted me to let you know that he’ll stop by before school lets out and play catch up with you and Miss Dawson ; he has some pictures of architecture from the late Muscovite period he wants to show you .”
    “I’ll enjoy that,” he assured her. “You’ll have to share a table with Mr. Ashton. Try to play nice,” he said with a chuckle and waved her away.
    Jay Dee is a bird?
    I looked up.
    Who in the hell names a bird Jay D…holy shite, who would name that Jay Dee?
    The tall, leggy blonde sighed and reluctantly headed down the aisle. Her fitted jeans expertly showed her curvy figure and the boggin vintage band shirt she wore made her breasts look absolutely amazing. She ran her long, slender hand through her hair, pushing it back from her face in frustration and I suddenly forgot how to breathe.
    Usually I didn’t find blondes attractive, not at all, but the mortal was stunning; long white blonde hair with a slight curl to it hanging mid-way down her back , thick black lashes surrounding large onyx eyes, full pale pink lips, light tan skin and delicate features.
    Huh. This village might not be so bad after all.
    Jay Dee’s mouth twisted into a sexy pout as she eyed me; obviously I sat in her seat. However, without complaint , she slid into the chair next to mine and rummaged through her bag, producing a spiral journal and a pile of pencils. Nervously she drummed her pencil on the table, her large eyes moving around the room, studying the rude looks that nearly every person was giving her.
    Strange. Someone so bonny usually gets adoring eyes and envious glares, not hate-filled ones as this bird is getting. Is it because she’s white? The population of the school is ninety-eight percent Native American , I speculated.
    Before I could stop myself, I leaned into her. “Do they always look as if someone shite in their cornflakes or is this a special occasion?” I whispered.
    Jay Dee sighed and turned to look at me , and it startled me for some reason. “Daily occurrence, but it’s only fueled by me sitting next to you . I’m rather confident that each and every one of them bitches would like to bump uglies with you.”
    I laughed. “I beg your pardon?”
    “Bang, shag, stuffed, end away….is that enough hometown slang for you?” she smirked. “I watch a lot of PBS ,” she admitted with a mischievous smirk.
    I will admit ; that was sexy. An American spewing British slang with her strange accent; speaking of, I had never heard her particular accent before which was saying a lot considering I had been all around the world. There was something familiar about it but I couldn’t place it at that moment .
    “I assure you that I have no interest in any of them,” I said with a smile, minding to keep my fangs hidden.
    “Good luck with that,” she scoffed. “Eventually small town life kicks everyone’s ass and they hit the sheets in order to find something, or someone, to do.”
    “Good to know. Is that what you do?” I cringed instantly upon hearing the words out loud. “I mean...shite, what is it that you do to pass the time?”
    Her large eyes moved over my face many times , and her luscious lips tw isted into a contemplative pout, and I couldn’t help but envision what it’d feel like to press my lips against hers for a snog.
    Evidently Jay Dee found something in my eyes, face , or expression that put her at ease and she sighed and shook her head in aspiration. “I work at my uncle’s shop after