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)
The pack admired the Poison Wolves MC. They were the ones who protected the pack. They were all alphas within their own right, but it was Alpha they turned to, their club prez, to make the final decisions. Not that he made them alone.
The whole club made the decision, which was why he and Enzo were in town. Alpha wanted them to protect the pack, to scare the little human female into leaving. He looked toward Enzo, who’d already pulled out his knitting. The moment he got comfortable, there was no moving him.
“Seriously?”
“You made first contact, and you’re looking pissed off that she didn’t get the hint. You’re all growly, and I want to finish this sweater.”
“You’re being an asshole.”
Enzo winked at him. “Of course I am. We agreed to come here for Alpha, but that doesn’t mean I want to spend all afternoon scaring a little human, when you can do all of that without me. I’m going to knit and when you fail, I’ll get the job done, and I might look rather dashing in my new sweater.” He held it up to himself. “What do you think?”
Boyan wasn’t even going to waste his breath. Enzo liked to knit, like, a lot. It was what he did to pass the time. It was either knit or fuck. The brother did both, but he’d never found the right female for himself.
Presently, the only club brother who was mated was Wolfe, and the club members were getting tired of hearing him fuck Amelia every single night. Boyan was tired of it. All they did was fuck.
Boyan had even gotten to the stage where he refused to be at the club if Wolfe and Amelia turned up. Being around a fully-mated couple wasn’t supposed to be hard. He was happy for Wolfe, but if anything, seeing the club brother settled down and happy made him realize exactly what he was missing in life, and that alone was just crazy.
There was nothing in his life to miss. Only … the love of a woman. Not just any woman either, the right woman. It made him feel like a fucking pussy just to think about it.
He was one of the fucking Poison Wolves MC. He helped to protect the pack and this town from potential harm and certainly from hunters. Thinking about settling down wasn’t in his job description. This wasn’t something he should be thinking about. But, he was, all the freaking time—because of Wolfe and Amelia. It was a lot easier when Wolfe pretended to not like Amelia, and kept his relationship a secret with the young rebellious wolf.
Boyan had enjoyed watching the pack squirm in the early days of Amelia and Wolfe. The whole pack had hated her and her vegan-loving ways. She was the only person within the pack to have two dogs with her as well. She was the complete opposite of everyone within the pack. Now, he tried to avoid being near the couple. He didn’t like the feeling in the pit of his stomach, the loneliness that seemed to consume him.
“Boyan?” Enzo asked, still holding his knitting up against his body.
He shook his head, got to his feet, and left. Enzo was there for the long haul, which meant it was now up to him to go and get some answers. Stepping outside, he inhaled deeply, picking up her scent.
It was a subtle scent, like a very mellow cinnamon, not overpowering. This was strange. Everything about this woman was different. A normal person would have run away by now, after the way the pack had treated her. It had been quite clearly stated that her presence wasn’t wanted, and yet here she was, still. Refusing to leave.
Picking up his pace, he nearly lost her scent across town. How was she able to blend in with the pack? This never happened before. Boyan focused on her scent alone, following it, and picking it up close to the realtor’s office. He came to a stop when he spotted her talking to Bob.
He hated Bob. The piece of shit had given Agatha a hard time. Even though there had been property to rent or buy for a member of their pack, he attempted to send her packing.
“I’m afraid we don’t have anything on the books at the moment. No apartment lettings, no rentals, not even a house swap. We have nothing,” Bob said.
The pack were not happy. They were running scared, and he understood it. Humans hadn’t been kind to the pack, especially hunters. It was why they made sure to have constant surveillance around the pack and through the forest. Not the kind controlled by cameras. No, they used their beta team, as well as the main MC.
This woman, Agatha, smiled. “Seriously, you’re a realtor and there’s absolutely nothing on your books?”