Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“You want your mate, Xavier?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Every male shifter wants their mate from the day they’re born. Some start to go crazy as they get older, some never find them.
“Don’t annoy me with your stupid questions,” he grunts, picking up another cock cookie. He doesn’t seem to care that he’s eating dick-shaped desserts.
“What would you do with your mate?”
“Mate her. If all you want to do is ask stupid questions, you can leave now. I’ll stay away from your mate, but if I were you, I’d bite her real good so everyone knows.”
My cock jerks at the idea, shooting pleasure up my spine. Getting hard-ons isn’t something I’m used to, and it doesn’t feel like I ever will get used to them.
“You’re telling me you’re just going to grab your mate and drag her here, out into the woods, and make her live like you do? Through the cold winter without shelter? A woman who probably has a family?” Which I know for a fact she does. “You’d drag her away from that and bring her to what? Some cave you got out here, Xavier? Would you have let some mate have done that to your sister?”
He freezes at my words, the point I’m trying to make hitting home.
“You aren’t even taking care of yourself, and you think you’re ready for a mate and pups?”
I hear him take a deep breath, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far. Kicking a man while he’s down isn’t my style, but it’s the truth, and being blunt with Xavier is always the best way to go.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to make my mate happy.” He stands up, and I follow suit. I can tell he’s still a little lost at the idea; he’s been out here alone for over five years.
“Xavier, your family’s house is still there, and I’ve been paying you your park ranger fees, just depositing it into your family's account. Get yourself together, and then get your mate.”
“I will prove myself to be the perfect mate.”
“I’m sure you will.”
With that, he leaves, walking deeper into the forest.
Looking down at my watch, I see it’s almost seven. The alpha should be back in town by now, and it looks like we need to have a little talk.
“I knew this was going to fucking happen!” I hear Stone, the alpha, bellow from all the way out in the driveway in front of his home.
“I can do whatever I want. I’m twenty-one years old for Christ’s sake!” Gwen’s high-pitched scream makes my normally active wolf bury its head, her voice hurting our ears.
They continue to scream at each other as I make my way up the stairs and onto the porch. I land a hard knock on the door, even though I’m sure Stone already knows I’m here.
He wanted me to report in right when he got back, and I’m already a good fifteen minutes late after having to deal with Xavier. Now hearing Gwen and Stone fighting, I’m not sure I want to tell this over-protective brother that his little sister has a mate, and it’s none other than Xavier. Fur is really going fly then. It’s actually a miracle it took this long for either of them to catch wind of each other’s scent, but with the tight hold Stone has on Gwen, maybe it isn’t so shocking.
Sure, X and Gwen might have crossed paths a time or two, having grown up in the same town. But the mating bond doesn’t kick in until both mates are over the age of eighteen. Xavier would have been already in the wild for a few years before Gwen came of age.
When the door swings open, I see Gwen standing there with her hand on her hip. She’s been hanging out with my Ruby too much, because now she’s doing that hip thing, although my eyes don’t go to Gwen’s hips like they do to my Ruby’s. Every time Ruby grabs her hips, all I can think about is batting her hand away and grabbing them with mine. I see her curves there, and I wonder how they feel. When she’s wearing one of her little knitted dresses, hugging all her curves, I think about finally getting to feel her warm skin under my fingers. I’d be using her hips soon to—
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come in already?” Gwen asks with a bored look on her face. I don’t blame Stone for how protective he is of her. She might be twenty-one, but she barely looks a day over eighteen.
The freckles she got as a teenager still line the bridge of her nose, making her look so much younger than she is. I don’t have a sister, but if I did I’m sure I’d be the same way.