Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
His voice was deep, and it seemed to travel down her spine in a caress.
“Er, no, I’m not.” She frowned.
What was the proper and polite introduction? Words seemed to fail her. She quickly held her hand out.
“Hi, I’m Agatha Preston,” she said.
He stared at her hand, his gaze unwavering as he looked right at her, not through her, but right at her.
What did he see? Was he angry? Why did it even matter what he was thinking or feeling? She didn’t know him.
Suddenly, he grabbed her hand, his grip was tight but not too tight.
“Boyan,” he said.
“It’s nice to meet you … Boyan.” Why were her nipples getting hard? She had never had this reaction to a man, like, ever. She forced a smile to her lips.
Agatha couldn’t remember a time in her life when she’d been comfortable in a man’s company. She often felt a little out of place. She hated crowded places, loud music, and she often preferred her own company. She hadn’t made many friends.
Her parents had told her from the beginning that she’d been adopted. They didn’t want any secrets between them. When she was sixteen, she was curious about her adoption, and they had gone to find answers together. Hoping to figure out why she didn’t seem to fit in anywhere. The only information the adoption agency had was that she’d been left on the doorstep of their office. That was it. No information about parents. Nothing.
Agatha had done a blood test in the hope of trying to find information about her past, but nothing. So, she had given up. No, she’d not given up, but what she had done was accept that her birth parents didn’t want her, and there was no trace of them. She had her parents, and that was enough. Until they passed.
Now, she traveled. Staying in one place was just too hard. When she could go and see her parents, living close to them, in one place, had seemed like the right thing to do. The moment there was nothing for her to hold onto, she’d moved. Sold her apartment, quit her job, and traveled. It was in her blood and what she’d wanted to do for years. She had waited until she was twenty-five years old.
Which was why it was so surprising to her that she was tempted to stay here. The people were awful, but the town was beautiful. She loved it here, and for the first time in her life, she felt at home. Again, so freaking strange.
This was not home. This was the furthest place from home. It wasn’t in the city, there were no cars as far as the eye could see, and certainly no brick buildings, and fake trees and flowers to appease everyone. The air didn’t stink.
Releasing Boyan’s hand, she smiled at him, and then left the diner, stepping out into the warm summer sun. Tilting her head back, she pushed her sunglasses up her nose and just took a moment to enjoy the summer rays.
She needed to find a realtor. Walking around Poison hadn’t shown any potential houses or apartments for sale, and she really, really wanted a place to call her own. Once she settled down, she’d figure out what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. For now, she wanted to find a place to live.
Poison was going to be her home, even if the people were horrible.
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“That’s the female that stumbled her way into town. She’s the one who’s pissing Alpha off,” Enzo said.
Boyan watched the sway of the woman’s hips as she left the diner. He knew Alpha was pissed. He’d called church the night she had stumbled into town. According to their sources, no one had been nice to her. Wolfe was keeping Amelia at bay, the only woman who would be nice to the female. The pack didn’t want a human in their town.
The best way to get her to move on was to be total assholes to her. Nothing seemed to be working, though. It had been a couple of days and the woman wasn’t budging.
He’d heard complaints that she took pictures of the forest, scenery, smiled at the locals, but didn’t seem to recoil from them. Even now, he was doing his best to be disgusted with her presence, and she didn’t seem to care.
“There’s something off about her,” Boyan said.
“You think? Most humans would have left by now. No one will talk to her. They won’t even clean her hotel room.”
Boyan frowned and glanced down at his hand. There was strength inside her, he’d felt it as he held her hand.
Enzo sighed. “Maybe one of us should fuck her, piss her off, and then send her on her merry way.”
Boyan growled and as he did, the sound echoed around the diner, stopping several of the pack from eating as they looked toward him in fear. He didn’t give a shit what they thought.