and brushed his teeth, then went to bed. His skin smelled of her. The heady aroma was both ecstasy and sheer torture, but he needed it to get through the night.
* * * * *
Chapter Seven
Celina turned the television off when Slade stalked into the apartment. Every time she saw him, he made her breath catch and her heart skip a beat.
With his dark hair, tanned skin, and ridiculously long lashes, he bordered on beautiful. The sharp edge of his cheekbones and square thrust of his jaw kept the distinction at bay.
She glanced at the time. After midnight—again. “Where have you been?”
Slade looked at her, but there was no heat in his amber eyes. “Out.”
“I made you dinner.” She pointed to the cling-film- covered plate on the table. “It’s probably cold by now.”
The muscles of his broad shoulders rolled as he shrugged. “I already ate,” he said, but sniffed the food anyway.
Celina rose from the couch and wrapped her arms around his trim waist. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he said, then tried to shake her off.
But Celina wasn’t having it. She tightened her grip and clung to him. “You can tell me anything,” she said.
Slade growled. “I said it’s nothing.”
Celina instantly released him. She could feel him pulling away emotionally and had no idea how to stop it. When she’d first brought him home from the clinic a week and a half ago, Slade had been grateful.
He’d wanted to know all about Breakbend and the culture. He’d watched tons of television and spent hours on the internet. It made her think he’d never seen it before, which wasn’t possible unless he’d been living under a rock.
She’d helped him with everything she could given her limited resources. Afterward, Slade had been grateful. Grateful enough to sleep with her. He’d even hinted at them having a future together. The thought that that future might be slipping away terrified her.
Izzy’s cryptic warning echoed in her head. Celina pushed it aside. Her best friend may be psychic, but she didn’t know everything. If she’d ever experienced the passion inside a Were, she wouldn’t be so quick to avoid them or so quick to judge.
“What can you tell me about the Moonlight Kin in the area?” Slade asked.
Celina blinked in surprise. “Not much. I’m sure you know more than I do, since you’re one of them.”
Slade glanced at her. “I’m not part of this group.”
“Oh,” she said. “I just thought...”
Impatience simmered in his amber gaze.
“What do you need to know?” An inkling of unease trickled down her spine. If he wasn’t part of the Moonlight Kin, that meant he was trespassing on their territory. Wolves were extremely territorial. If the Kin detected Slade, he would be in danger.
“Is it normal for the Kin to run by Telegraph Road?” he asked.
Mindy lived on Telegraph Road. Hers was one of the few houses out that way. She’d got it for her and Izzy because the rent was cheap and she could keep as many animals there as she wanted.
What was Slade doing out there?
“It doesn’t matter what I was doing. Just answer the question,” he said.
Celina’s stomach dropped to the floor. Did he just read my thoughts? She’d never heard of a Were who could do that. The idea was horrifying. Fear cooled her ardor.
“I’m pretty sure the Moonlight Kin only run on Aidan Fortier’s estate,” she said.
“Is he the Alpha?” Slade asked.
“Yes,” she said, then amended her answer: “I think so. I’ve never met him.”
“No surprise there. Alphas are particular about the female company they keep,” he said.
It took her a beat to catch the insult. Celina stiffened. “What exactly do you mean by that?”
Slade smiled and kissed her cheek. “Nothing, sweetheart.”
Celina wanted him—wanted this—so bad that she was willing to put up with a lot. That would change once they were mated.
A smile ghosted Slade’s face as he pulled off his shirt and dropped it onto
* * * * *
Chapter Seven
Celina turned the television off when Slade stalked into the apartment. Every time she saw him, he made her breath catch and her heart skip a beat.
With his dark hair, tanned skin, and ridiculously long lashes, he bordered on beautiful. The sharp edge of his cheekbones and square thrust of his jaw kept the distinction at bay.
She glanced at the time. After midnight—again. “Where have you been?”
Slade looked at her, but there was no heat in his amber eyes. “Out.”
“I made you dinner.” She pointed to the cling-film- covered plate on the table. “It’s probably cold by now.”
The muscles of his broad shoulders rolled as he shrugged. “I already ate,” he said, but sniffed the food anyway.
Celina rose from the couch and wrapped her arms around his trim waist. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he said, then tried to shake her off.
But Celina wasn’t having it. She tightened her grip and clung to him. “You can tell me anything,” she said.
Slade growled. “I said it’s nothing.”
Celina instantly released him. She could feel him pulling away emotionally and had no idea how to stop it. When she’d first brought him home from the clinic a week and a half ago, Slade had been grateful.
He’d wanted to know all about Breakbend and the culture. He’d watched tons of television and spent hours on the internet. It made her think he’d never seen it before, which wasn’t possible unless he’d been living under a rock.
She’d helped him with everything she could given her limited resources. Afterward, Slade had been grateful. Grateful enough to sleep with her. He’d even hinted at them having a future together. The thought that that future might be slipping away terrified her.
Izzy’s cryptic warning echoed in her head. Celina pushed it aside. Her best friend may be psychic, but she didn’t know everything. If she’d ever experienced the passion inside a Were, she wouldn’t be so quick to avoid them or so quick to judge.
“What can you tell me about the Moonlight Kin in the area?” Slade asked.
Celina blinked in surprise. “Not much. I’m sure you know more than I do, since you’re one of them.”
Slade glanced at her. “I’m not part of this group.”
“Oh,” she said. “I just thought...”
Impatience simmered in his amber gaze.
“What do you need to know?” An inkling of unease trickled down her spine. If he wasn’t part of the Moonlight Kin, that meant he was trespassing on their territory. Wolves were extremely territorial. If the Kin detected Slade, he would be in danger.
“Is it normal for the Kin to run by Telegraph Road?” he asked.
Mindy lived on Telegraph Road. Hers was one of the few houses out that way. She’d got it for her and Izzy because the rent was cheap and she could keep as many animals there as she wanted.
What was Slade doing out there?
“It doesn’t matter what I was doing. Just answer the question,” he said.
Celina’s stomach dropped to the floor. Did he just read my thoughts? She’d never heard of a Were who could do that. The idea was horrifying. Fear cooled her ardor.
“I’m pretty sure the Moonlight Kin only run on Aidan Fortier’s estate,” she said.
“Is he the Alpha?” Slade asked.
“Yes,” she said, then amended her answer: “I think so. I’ve never met him.”
“No surprise there. Alphas are particular about the female company they keep,” he said.
It took her a beat to catch the insult. Celina stiffened. “What exactly do you mean by that?”
Slade smiled and kissed her cheek. “Nothing, sweetheart.”
Celina wanted him—wanted this—so bad that she was willing to put up with a lot. That would change once they were mated.
A smile ghosted Slade’s face as he pulled off his shirt and dropped it onto
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