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The wolf in him growled as he watched her. Unlike a lot of the other workers in the WWE, even some of the talent themselves, she didn't know that he was something considered paranomal.

As a werewolf, and performing under the guise as a WWE wrestler, Roman had free reign to do what he wanted, within reason. The WWE was a sort of pack, though not all of them were wolves or even wolf shifters. Take Braun Strowman, he was actually a bear shifter. Finn Balor was the son of Balor, the Irish Fomorian, or the Demon King. And then Drew McIntyre was a Fey Prince with a secret past. A lot of the supernaturals had to deal with differences, but at least he and Seth Rollins were werewolf shifters and something they could deal with together as a team.

Back to the woman, though.

She was talking to none other than Finn Balor, who seemed to have zeroed in on the woman with the body like the Hawaiian islands. Sure Roman still retained some, if not a lot of his Samoan heritage, but his Italian wolf heritage was just as strong. And the smell this woman exuded was so strong that even the usual smells of the endless streams of arena hallways seemed to fade into the background when she smiled.

Balor raised a brow as he looked over the woman's shoulder at him. Then the Irish Demon Prince placed a hand on the woman's arm, rubbing it as.

Roman's hands clenched into fists at his sides. He'd only taken one step when a hand grasped his shoulder.

"Dude," Dean Ambrose said. The Half Seelie looked over at where the Demon Prince was with the woman. "Well, damn. Never thought this day would come along."

"What?" Seth asked as he was tugging on his tactical vest.

"He smells something that is being pawed at by another man." Dean nodded his head down the hall.

"Oh, that's Balor's new PA. He requested one to help with his schedule and shit like that." Seth said. "I met her, she seems nice. For a human."

"Ooh," Dean cringed. "Sorry man."

"What?" Roman turned his gray gaze as his friend.

"Well, humans are off limits right?" Dean asked.

"Renee's a human." Seth point out. "So that's like a double standard, isn't it?"

"Nah, her grandmother was a witch. The difference is she knows about our world, has been to the other plain of existence even if she doesn't have any sort of magic in her blood."

"Oh, like a squib." Seth said.

The one thing that the Harry Potter author got right, sometimes people were born without magical heritage but it didn't mean they didn't know what the paranormal world was like. So Renee was the exception to the rule.

"I thought you were more of a brunette kind of person." Dean said. "I didn't take you for a blonde."

"When it comes to mates, we know what they smell like." Seth said.

"Shame you haven't found one yet." Renee said as she walked up to them.

Roman went back to the woman who was still talking to Balor. "What's her name?"

"Why don't you take your large ass self and go over there?" Dean suggested, holding Renee's hand. "You know, make your presence known. Not that you have any problem doing that right now."

Down the hall was Alicia Fox, and as her name implied, she was a dark furred fox when she wasn't trying to get laid by something with a dick. She wiggled her fingers at Roman when he glanced in her direction.

Something in him made him move to the blonde haired woman, and Balor. His sulfur smell was on her as he drew closer to the two. The woman had her nose buried in an Ipad of some sort, scrolling through it as Finn's hands continued to rub her arm. Given the chance, Roman would have taken a swing at the Fomorian prince but then again, she was a woman and probably thought it rude. So he didn't.

"Roman, glad to see you." Though Finn didn't sound that way.

The woman turned her head and had to strain up to look at him. She had pouty lips with shoulder length dark blonde hair. She looked like an earth goddess with steel blue eyes.

She smiled. "Hello, Mr. Reigns. I'm Erin Horn."

Erin, such an Irish name. Not that his wolf side cared, he smelled her and she smelt like berries. Blackberries, almost. She had a necklace that looked like a crescent moon on it and it hung just above supple breasts that pooled under her collar bone. The sight of the exposed skin had his mouth watering.

"Roman," he corrected the woman. "You can call me Roman. You're new."

"Yes, she is." Finn said slowly. "She's my personal assistant."

Roman's jaw clenched, his hands still flexing at his sides. The smile, it was the damned smile from the Fomorian that had Roman take a step closer, but Finn's hand pulled Erin back from him.

"Anyway, is there anything in your schedule that you needed changed, Finn?" She turned back to him.

"Yes, let's go talk about it somewhere more private."

"Would it be okay if I went and get something to munch on. I forgot to eat something before coming here. I'm really…"

"No apologies." He continued to rub her arm. "I'll go meet you there in a little bit."

"I'll, uh, see you around, Roman." She hugged the Ipad to her chest and maneuvered out between him and Finn.

Roman watched her walk, the way her luscious hips swayed as she walked in body hugging black jeans. Her blouse hung lower than what he would have liked on a woman and she glanced over her shoulder at him before walking away.

"No," Balor said, his real voice coming out in a growl.

"No?"

"Yes, no you may not claim her. I've already had to scent mark her to keep someone else from rubbing himself all over her."

"Who?" Seth asked as he came up, his heightened hearing already listening in on the conversation.

"Our Lone Wolf." Finn tilted his head, indicating to his right.

Lone Wolf Baron Corbin stood down the hall. He was talking to head wolf in charge, Triple H and his mate Stephanie McMahon. The General Manager and Kurt Angle were having a feud for the fans, something that Finn Balor already had to deal with. And as the group were talking, Baron Corbin was glaring at them from down the hall.

At least Erin couldn't smell she'd been scent marked by Finn, she didn't seem to care that he had been touching her at all. But Roman knew why he was doing it, keeping her close to him.

The Lone Wolf was once a rogue, who came to the WWE to keep out of trouble by the Para-Council, the ruling law body of all creatures. The WWE was employed as a way to keep these creatures in line and since Baron Corbin had already screwed up once, he was already on a short leash.

"She's under my care, I'm not letting her go." Finn moved away from the wall. "Excuse me, I have another job to do. Besides, she's a good worker." Then he left in the direction Erin did.

Dean leaned against the opposite wall when Roman walked back to his group of friends. "Well that complicates things, doesn't it?"

"Not really." Roman answered.

"You sound so sure of it." Renee said. "Shouldn't you take your time and get to know her first?"

His response was a growl, eyeing the blonde haired Canadian. Dean stood up so fast that he blocked Roman's gaze.

"Knock that Alpha bullshit off, especially around my wife and mate. You can screw up again for all I care, she's just pointing out that we don't need no roster fighting going on right now."

"Are we hearing Dean Ambrose speak logic for once?" Seth asked. "Kidding aside, he's right. We don't need you riling up a Demon Prince and a Lone Wolf prick. As far as we're concerned, she's been marked by Finn. Although from the smell of it, it's not for romantic reasons."

"It wouldn't be the first time someone has been scent marked for protection." Renee said. "I've seen it myself."

Roman growled, his wolf threatening to explode from him. He would need to go for a run that night. As the moon started to get fuller in the night sky, the need to run as a wolf itched like mange.

Instead of heading towards the locker room, Roman headed for catering.

Erin had never seen anyone more intense that Roman Reigns up close. Of course she didn't follow the WWE enough to know what he was like at all. She just really needed the job to help out with her thin income. She just needed a little more to move from home to somewhere less cold.

As she found some small sandwiches, she heard giggling from somewhere to the right of her. Over her shoulder was Alicia Fox and Alexa Bliss, two female superstars she'd not been able to meet since working for Finn Balor. Yet she may have bit the bullet about the company's hospitality when it came to them, they turned their noses up to her and turned away when seeing that she was watching them.

"Hey," he breathed into her ear.

"Finn!" She yelped and spun around to look at him. "What? How? Damn, you're quiet."

He smiled that devilish smile of his. "Yes, I can be. You wanted to talk about my schedule. I know I screwed it up a few times…"

"It's no problem, it's just trying to prioritize the most important ones, you know." She grabbed for the Ipad she was given. "So from the looks of things, they really want you in on this photo shoot."

They talked about his schedule. When they had first met Erin felt scared of him. No, he may not have been a big man, just shy of six feet. But he was still sinfully handsome with sky blue eyes that seemed to trap her in their gaze.

Erin and Finn sat down away from the others, until the woman named Bayley, a really nice woman who was teaming with Finn in the mixed tag team stuff, one male and one female tag team partners. Bayley was nice, she'd even hugged Erin in greeting.

"It's good to hear Finn finally found someone to keep his schedule intact. He's messed it up so many times." She smiled at Erin.

"Don't remind me. But Erin is doing a fine job keeping me in line."

Bayley tilted her head and then glanced behind her. She looked at something, or someone, but rolled her eyes.

"That fox is going to get herself hurt again." Bayley said.

Erin looked up and found that Alexa Bliss and Alicia Fox had blocked both Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins from entering the room. But Erin looked, Roman seemed to be looking at something other than Alicia.

Was it her imagination or did it look like he was looking directly at her?

The Samoan man, big in muscle and in height, lowered his chin but his eyes still looked like they were watching her. It was so intense she had to look away.

When the back of Finn's hand rubbing her arm started, she looked at him and smiled. He had a way of making her worries go away.

"So today is your first day on the job? Are you going to get Finn things he may need?" Bayley asked as she leaned forward.

"No, she's not." Finn said with something of an edge in his voice. "If I need anything I'll do it myself. She keeps my schedule and that's it."

"Oh, well that's good. I mean, you are nicer than what Dolph Ziggler is to his PA. She seems to be his Cinderella."

At the mention of the man known as Dolph Ziggler, his voice called out.

"Come on, can't you keep up, Ellis?"

A woman, shorter than Erin herself, pulled a rolling suitcase through the catering area. There was a second woman, her face looking down and shadowing the giant of a man Drew Mcintyre.

"That's Melanie Ellis following Dolph and Sienna Daniels, the one shadowing Drew." Bayley said.

"Can't Melanie do something? Report him or something?" Erin asked.

Bayley only shook her head.

"Not really." Finn sighed. "Sienna is new, like you. So we don't know much about her. Melanie has been around for a while."

"Maybe I can…"

"No one hangs out with them." Finn said, his voice sharp again. "I'm not telling you to try to be their friends but, at least Dolph is toxic."

"Oh. Okay. Maybe just saying hi to them will be better." Erin said.

She looked down at her partially eaten sandwich and looked at the Ipad that was open on Finn's schedule.

A shadow fell down on the table and she looked up. Roman Reigns was looking down at her, a slight smile quirking at the edges of his mouth. Again, his gaze seemed to be like a spear directly into her face.

She bit lower lip and looked back at her food. His eyes felt like hot pokers on her skin.

"You're back, Roman." Finn said in a tone that didn't sound like his happy go lucky self.

"Yes, I am." The man replied.

She looked up at him against and glanced at Roman's usual attire when it came to his wrestler persona. He wore a lot of tactical attire, a vest, pocketed pants and assault boots. His hair was loose around his upper middle back and Erin bit her lip when he crossed his arms, which bunched up his undershirt. Her eyes danced across the intricate tattoo that went from Roman's wrist to his shoulder and pectoral area.

Erin's body did a lot of things, a slight sheen of sweat spreading out over her forehead.

Finn's hand rubbed her arm, he moved a little closer and then draped and arm around the back of her seat. "What can we do for you, Roman?"

"Nothing really, but then again it's not every day we meet new people around here."

"Come on, man. We have to get going." Seth Rollins said. "It's nice to meet you, Erin."

"You, too, Mr…."

"Seth," he cut in. "Just call me Seth. Dean's already waiting to go over our places in the show."

"Great, just what I wanted to deal with. If Ziggles can't get here on time he'll usually blame that PA of his when really it's his sorry ass."

Roman nodded at Erin and then he turned and followed Seth out of the catering area.

The loss of Roman's presence tugged at Erin, something she had never felt before. The magnetic pull that she never felt before in her life. Even her body betrayed what her mind was telling her.

Danger.

I love reading paranormal romances, so that's why I started this story while in a funk with another. I hope you guys like it. I'll be back when I can since life just got majorly turned around on me.