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he’d approve of whatever tactics Shred needed to use to subdue her,
she had no doubt that she’d wind up back home badly injured.
Shaking away her dark thoughts, she focused on following Mia and
decided not to think about what lay ahead for her in two days’
time.
A sweet scent crossed Honey’s path, and she
paused and inhaled again. It was the scent from inside the alphas’
home. She took a few steps and inhaled again, and that was all it
took for her wolf’s instincts to take over. She didn’t know what
she was scenting, but she knew she had to find the source.
Changing course, she followed it, moving as
fast as she could through the trees and brush, her nose leading the
way. Her heart began to pound as the trail grew stronger, and she
found herself stepping from the woods and standing in the backyard
of a home.
The aroma was intense. She took a few steps
forward and noticed someone sitting on a deck at the back of the
house. Everything in her body went still as she stared at him, and
a rightness settled over her that she couldn’t explain in any other
way than to say she just knew she was in the presence of her mate.
The one male on earth meant to be hers.
Without conscious thought she shifted and
strode forward, her body trembling, but not from the cold. The man,
who had been sitting motionless on the deck, suddenly bolted into
the house. Before she could call for him, he returned, a coat in
one hand. He met her on the snow-covered grass and wrapped the
thick coat around her.
He was taller than her, broad-shouldered and
muscular, and the sweet scent of him saturated the air between
them.
“Who are you?” he asked hoarsely.
She reached out, her hands grasping his waist
and feeling his hot flesh under her palms.
“Honey,” she purred her name and stepped
closer, pressing the front of her body against his. He only wore
jeans, and the press of her body against his made her wolf
howl.
His hands tightened on her shoulders where he
held the coat on her. “I’m Jeremiah. What are you doing here?”
She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to
his chest, her teeth grazing his skin as her tongue flicked out to
taste him. She moaned, unable to stop herself. Her nails dug into
his skin as she looked up at him.
“I followed your scent. I smelled you in the
alphas’ house, too.” She inhaled again and her mind spun. “Why
aren’t you hunting?”
He stiffened. “I’m non .”
“Non what?” She nuzzled his chest, rubbing
her cheek against his firm pec.
He gripped her shoulders firmly and pushed
her to arms’ length. “A non-shifting wolf. You need to go back to
the pack, you don’t belong here.”
“I don’t belong here?” She couldn’t stop the
hurt from filling her voice as her eyes stung and her mouth went
salty.
“Ah, shit,” he grumbled. Cupping her cheek
with his big hand, he tilted her head until she was looking at him.
“I’m not worthy of a beautiful she-wolf like you. I’m a defective
freak of nature. You better run back to your escort before someone
realizes you’re gone and comes looking for you.”
She felt like someone had just upended a
bucket of ice water over her head. She was in the presence of her
mate and he didn’t want her. Wasn’t that just the icing on the
fucked-up cake of her life? Maybe he’d heard that she was bad news.
He’d be right, of course, but that didn’t make it any easier.
He growled softly, his thumb stroking a tear
from her cheek.
She went on her toes and nuzzled under his
chin. “Don’t send me away.”
“I’m non .”
“I don’t care. You’re mine.” She slipped her
hands from his hips up his back, feeling the flex of his muscles
under her fingers. He didn’t push her away again, but he didn’t
draw her closer, either. He stared down at her, his face a mixture
of arousal and wariness.
“I can’t be yours, Honey. I’m a genetic
failure, do you understand? I can’t shift. I can’t protect you. I
can’t do any of the
he’d approve of whatever tactics Shred needed to use to subdue her,
she had no doubt that she’d wind up back home badly injured.
Shaking away her dark thoughts, she focused on following Mia and
decided not to think about what lay ahead for her in two days’
time.
A sweet scent crossed Honey’s path, and she
paused and inhaled again. It was the scent from inside the alphas’
home. She took a few steps and inhaled again, and that was all it
took for her wolf’s instincts to take over. She didn’t know what
she was scenting, but she knew she had to find the source.
Changing course, she followed it, moving as
fast as she could through the trees and brush, her nose leading the
way. Her heart began to pound as the trail grew stronger, and she
found herself stepping from the woods and standing in the backyard
of a home.
The aroma was intense. She took a few steps
forward and noticed someone sitting on a deck at the back of the
house. Everything in her body went still as she stared at him, and
a rightness settled over her that she couldn’t explain in any other
way than to say she just knew she was in the presence of her mate.
The one male on earth meant to be hers.
Without conscious thought she shifted and
strode forward, her body trembling, but not from the cold. The man,
who had been sitting motionless on the deck, suddenly bolted into
the house. Before she could call for him, he returned, a coat in
one hand. He met her on the snow-covered grass and wrapped the
thick coat around her.
He was taller than her, broad-shouldered and
muscular, and the sweet scent of him saturated the air between
them.
“Who are you?” he asked hoarsely.
She reached out, her hands grasping his waist
and feeling his hot flesh under her palms.
“Honey,” she purred her name and stepped
closer, pressing the front of her body against his. He only wore
jeans, and the press of her body against his made her wolf
howl.
His hands tightened on her shoulders where he
held the coat on her. “I’m Jeremiah. What are you doing here?”
She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to
his chest, her teeth grazing his skin as her tongue flicked out to
taste him. She moaned, unable to stop herself. Her nails dug into
his skin as she looked up at him.
“I followed your scent. I smelled you in the
alphas’ house, too.” She inhaled again and her mind spun. “Why
aren’t you hunting?”
He stiffened. “I’m non .”
“Non what?” She nuzzled his chest, rubbing
her cheek against his firm pec.
He gripped her shoulders firmly and pushed
her to arms’ length. “A non-shifting wolf. You need to go back to
the pack, you don’t belong here.”
“I don’t belong here?” She couldn’t stop the
hurt from filling her voice as her eyes stung and her mouth went
salty.
“Ah, shit,” he grumbled. Cupping her cheek
with his big hand, he tilted her head until she was looking at him.
“I’m not worthy of a beautiful she-wolf like you. I’m a defective
freak of nature. You better run back to your escort before someone
realizes you’re gone and comes looking for you.”
She felt like someone had just upended a
bucket of ice water over her head. She was in the presence of her
mate and he didn’t want her. Wasn’t that just the icing on the
fucked-up cake of her life? Maybe he’d heard that she was bad news.
He’d be right, of course, but that didn’t make it any easier.
He growled softly, his thumb stroking a tear
from her cheek.
She went on her toes and nuzzled under his
chin. “Don’t send me away.”
“I’m non .”
“I don’t care. You’re mine.” She slipped her
hands from his hips up his back, feeling the flex of his muscles
under her fingers. He didn’t push her away again, but he didn’t
draw her closer, either. He stared down at her, his face a mixture
of arousal and wariness.
“I can’t be yours, Honey. I’m a genetic
failure, do you understand? I can’t shift. I can’t protect you. I
can’t do any of the
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