A Moment in Time

By: Stormy Glenn

Aberdeen Pack 5

Chapter 1


He smelled bacon. Apollo lifted his nose into the air and inhaled deeply. Yep, it was definitely bacon.

He loved bacon.

Apollo popped an eye opened and lifted his head, glancing around the room, slowly opening the other one. Yep, he was still in his room. He recognized the dark-blue curtains hanging over the windows, the blonde wood dresser situated between two windows across the room. He even identified the pile of clothes on the floor as his. They smelled like him.

He just didn’t understand why he was smelling bacon.

Since Adam had moved away and Simon had gone to live in the alpha house, and Warren, Jack, and Hank were on a mission, the house should have been empty. There should be no bacon scent, not matter how mouthwatering it smelled.

Apollo groaned as he slid his legs over the side of the bed.

He ached, and in some very interesting places.

Apollo paused for a moment on the side of the bed and tried to remember what in the hell he had done the night before. He vaguely remembered attending a celebration for his brother Ares and his new mate Simon. Ares wanted everyone to know he had mated Simon and had thrown a huge party down by the lake.

Since he was not on duty, he was able to enjoy himself. Apollo had enjoyed the festivities probably a little more than he should have. He had been recovering from an injury caused when Simon had been attacked. He was almost healed and ready to go back into rotation guarding pack lands.

Apollo reached down and rubbed his hand over the small scar on his thigh. Wolf shifters didn’t usually scar. He had. He wasn’t thrilled with that as everyone could see his scar every time he shifted in front of them. But it was what it was, and he had earned that scar saving a member of his pack.

That was something, at least.

Apollo grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them up his legs, buttoning the first couple of buttons before standing and making his way to the bathroom. He quickly took care of business then washed his hands and face.

Apollo scratched his chest absently as he headed downstairs. Maybe one of the other pack members had crashed at his place last night. Apollo had to admit that he had indulged just a little too much at the party. He was just lucky his head didn’t feel like it was going to explode.

In fact, he felt pretty damn good. Apollo felt better than he had in a long time, more energetic, stronger, and steadier on his feet. He felt better than he had before he had been injured.

Another mystery to solve.

Apollo rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and skidded to a halt, his mind shattering into a million different directions as he took in the most gorgeous figure of a man he had ever seen in his life.

There was a tingling in the pit of his stomach. He trembled in equal parts fear and yearning, an electric jolt going right to his core. His mouth went dry when the man bent down to pull the oven door open and the thin black shorts he wore stretched across his tight muscular ass cheeks.

Apollo bit his lip to keep his anxious whine locked away. He didn’t even know who this stranger was. He shouldn’t be picturing the gorgeous Adonis stretched out on his bed, naked from the hair down.

That thought barely crossed Apollo’s mind before another followed. His dick stiffened in his pants as he wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through the man’s dark, thick, shoulder-length hair, to grip it in his fists while he held him firmly and kissed him, hard and deep.

He watched the man for several long moments, devouring him with his eyes before hanging his head trying to rein in his emotions. He was lusting after some stranger standing in his kitchen in tight black boxer briefs. He had to be out of his ever-loving mind.

Carried away by his response, he failed to notice that the man had turned and even now stared at him, until his throat cleared. He gave Apollo a smile laced with so much sensuality that it set his pulse racing.

“Good morning, mi amor.”

Apollo sucked in a breath at the deep, rich, whiskey voice that slid across him like a caress. This man could make millions on phone sex alone. Apollo shook his head to clear away the overwhelming lust that had taken a hold of him.

“Uh, hello.”

His smoky blue eyes assessed Apollo, the man walking closer. Apollo gulped at the barely controlled power that was coiled in the muscular body in front of him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had encountered a shifter that emitted so much dominance. He had an insane urge to tilt his head in submission to the stronger wolf.

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