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would help bring his mind and body back into alignment. Aidan mentally smacked his wolf upside the head to get its attention.
    Once he had it, Aidan nodded to Lisa to proceed. He could do this. Last night was a fluke. His hands clenched at his sides as he kneeled on the foot of the bed to give her better access.
    “Wait,” he said, before Lisa could grasp him. Aidan leaned over and dug his nose into the soft curls between her legs.
    She mewed and her eyes drifted shut. “Yes!” she hissed.
    Her deliciously musky scent filled his lungs. He could do this. It was just like riding a bike.
    Aidan’s wolf snorted.
    “Touch me,” he said, ignoring it. He was in control, not his beast.
    Lisa grasped his shaft and stroked him, trying to bring it back to life. The normally dependable part of his anatomy once again refused to rise.
    His inner wolf snickered. It had won this battle, but the war for control of his body wasn’t over.
    Aidan pulled away and slid off the bed, hoping Lisa hadn’t noticed. He scrubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. “I’m sorry, but you are not the one,” he said.
    Lisa’s lower lip poked out. “But we haven’t tried yet.” Panic seeped into her voice.
    “I don’t need to. I can tell by your scent that you’re not my bondmate,” Aidan said.
    Her brow furrowed. “I thought you needed to be inside me to be sure.”
    He did and he didn’t. Aidan shook his head. In this instance, he just knew.
    Lisa spread her legs wider. “Maybe you didn’t get a good whiff. Why don’t you try one more time?”
    “I beg your pardon?” Aidan’s brow shot to his hairline. How could she question his scenting abilities? “My nose is not broken.”
    She glanced at his flaccid shaft and mirrored his expression. The implication clear.
    Heat infused his face. Aidan snatched his denims off the floor and jerked them on without looking at her. “Leave!”
    Her scent sharpened as anger replaced need. Lisa threw on her clothes and stomped to the door. “Sydney was right about your impotence,” she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear.
    “Get out!” Aidan bellowed.
    Lisa slammed the door behind her.
    Aidan rolled his shoulders, but it did little to alleviate the tension and fear building inside of him. He wasn’t impotent. How could he be? He was a werewolf. His hand trembled as he scrubbed it over his chest.
    Lisa’s sour scent lingered in the air, choking him. Aidan couldn’t breathe. He needed to get out of his bedroom, out of this house before the walls closed in and crushed him. He walked over to his French doors and threw them open.
    The evening air smacked his face, clearing his lungs of the female Were’s scent. Aidan walked to the balcony wall and leaned over it, hanging his head between his arms. He took several deep breaths.
    What was he going to do? He couldn’t go on like this? It had only been two days, but soon news of his ‘affliction’ would reach the ears of the Lycanian Elders, then there would be questions. Questions he couldn’t—wouldn’t answer. If this continued, he’d have no choice but to step down as Alpha. The pack needed a mated leader.
    He inhaled once again, filling his lungs. This time he caught Jenna’s floral aroma. He heard the tread of a shoe scraping against stone. Aidan’s ears perked. He leaned over the balcony, balancing on his stomach, and spotted Jenna standing on the patio below.
    She didn’t notice him, didn’t hear him. Her gaze remained trained on the trees. Aidan followed her line of sight and saw his wolves moving beneath the branches.
    He cursed under his breath and strode back into his bedroom. Three minutes later, Aidan found himself dressed and standing at the foot of the stairs that led to the lower patio.
    Aidan watched Jenna from the shadows, unable to look away. Her hair glowed like fairy-fire in the burgeoning moonlight, giving her an ethereal appearance.
    She’d make a beautiful wolf. The thought came