Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I walk around him, feeling colder by the second, and head toward the cave, not looking back to say a damn word to him. I’ve given him enough. There’s no fucking way I’ll ever let him touch me again. I don’t know what the hell a heat is or claiming for that matter. But it’s not going to happen. I’ll follow them to their pack, but only to get my story. I’m not sticking around to deal with this. It sucks that I’ll have to leave Owen, too. The thought makes my heart clench, but once I get my story, I’m done. I deserve better than to be stuck with this asshole.
Emma
My entire body hurts so fucking much and my head is clouded with both lust and never-ending questions. I’ve spent hours now on Owen’s wolf’s back, pressing my thighs against his massive form to hold on, gripping his black fur in my fists. It’s dark now and getting cold. My back is freezing, but at least my face is warm, buried into Owen’s back. Just when I think I can’t hold on much longer, from too much exhaustion and fatigue, he starts to slow. My eyes pop open and I search the area in front of us to figure out where we’re going to stay. I look to my left as I cautiously lift my head and see Luke in his wolf form. He’s a beautiful beast, but fuck him. I can’t fucking stand to look at him right now. I thought to be someone’s mate meant to love them. But Luke doesn’t seem to know the meaning of the word.
Instead I look straight ahead and my eyes widen. I don’t really know what I expected. But not this.
It’s a town. A very quirky town. The town you’d think of if you imagined a fairytale village. Yes, village. Village is a better description. With houses of different shapes and sizes and stone pathways connecting the small and large dwellings. All the houses appear to be made of stone and mortar, some with wood planked roofs, others with tin.
Owen and Luke slow their stride as we come closer to the village. They nod their heads slightly as children run past us, squealing with delight and chasing one another. I start to think that the line of small houses to my left can’t possibly be real homes, they must be playhouses for the children. But then a row of foxes emerges and bows to my Alphas. Their bright red fur nearly blends in with their homes, but the tuft of white at the end of their fluffy tails and their white paws stand out against the red brick.
Foxes? They’re sentient? I’ve never in my life heard of fox shifters.
Up a rather steep hill straight ahead, past the homes and little market, is a thick forest, and I can just barely make out a stone wall behind the trees that separates the village from what looks like a castle. It’s a true-to-life fairytale setting.
All the homes seem to circle around a large fire pit in the center of the town, where nearly a dozen people are gathered around the fire. Or shifters, I’m not sure what they are. But I’m positive that they’re all naked, which reminds me of my own state of undress. I shift uncomfortably on Owen’s back in an attempt to cover myself, but he must take it as a sign that I want him to put me down.
Nope. Nope, that’s not at all what I want. I shield my breasts and whisper to him, “I’m naked.” Luke’s wolf chortles on my left, which makes me narrow my eyes at him with even more contempt than I held for him just moments ago. The large white wolf’s eyes spark with a challenge and I watch in amazement as Luke shifts in front of me. My breath stills in my lungs as his large muscular form appears before my eyes and the sex God emerges from what was a magnificent wolf.
He stalks toward me, forcing a desire from me I wish I could deny while also making me cower on Owen’s back.
“What was that, sugar? You looked like you had something to say?” I shake my head as a wave of arousal hits me with a vengeance. How the hell could my sore body want anything other than sleep right now? I hate that I’m so turned on by him. Fucking prick.
Luke sniffs the air and groans, palming his dick. “We’ve got to get you inside, sugar. You can meet everyone later.”
His large hands wrap around my waist and lift me off Owen’s back with ease. The breeze between my legs makes me close them instantly and attempt to cover myself as best as I can. Luke laughs again, the low chuckle is sexy as hell, but I still don’t appreciate it. With his arm wrapping around me, he shields my body. I’m grateful for that at least and it’s the only reason I allow him to touch me.