Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Of course, she doesn’t. Until you mark her, that stays to yourself.”
Rob’s words had me glancing his way. I swallowed.
Fuck. He didn’t think she’d take it well, either. “Shouldn’t I tell her when I explain about shifters?”
He shook his head. “No. After you mark her. She’ll need to know about our kind, so she understands you’re going to bite her and why. But the enforcer part has to come later.”
“What if…” I swallowed down my question.
What if she doesn’t want to be with me after she finds out?
What if, like my pack and family, she no longer looked at me the same way?
What if she rejected me? Banished me?
Rob raised his brows.
“Nevermind.” I shook my head. But his advice seemed backward. Telling her after I’d marked her meant tricking her into being my mate. Not being honest. That went against everything I believed in.
Becky didn’t last long on the mechanical bull since the setting had been much faster. She fell off onto one of the mats in a laughing heap. Even though she wasn’t hurt, Clint didn’t stick– he cut through the patrons to get to her.
Lyssa was next. I stood mesmerized as she stepped up to the bull and eyed it with the same expression men wore getting ready to mount a real, live one. Fear and wariness.
The women were in a line along the low wall that separated the main bar from the mechanical bull area. They were laughing and hooting at her, who was now sitting on the bull.
Fuck, her skirt rode up those shapely-as-fuck thighs.
Then the bull started to move. It was going so slowly it appeared broken. Then it picked up a little more speed, and she tried to move with it, but her motions were just as awkward as when she rode Chester yesterday.
From one second to the next, a smile spread across her face, her eyes lit with excitement. The bull moved even faster and her arm went up in the air for balance.
“She’s not bad,” Boyd said in my ear. He was the ex-rodeo champ, so he knew.
She wasn’t bad at all. In fact, she looked like a natural the way she lifted and lowered, her hips straddling the saddle nice and wide. Her tits bounced with each roll of the machine. She was sexy as fuck.
My wolf snarled and snapped because the Wolf Ranch women weren’t the only ones watching. Men all around were ogling her. They were seeing how she would look as a cowgirl riding a dick.
A cluster of men to one side were talking about her. Pointing, smiling, leering. And one made fucking motions with his hips as he talked to another. Then they high-fived.
I growled. I was going to kill them. All of them.
They had to be human. I didn’t know them. They’d never been to a pack run that I’d ever seen. If they were, being so close, they’d have recognized Willow, knew her rank in the pack, and would have been more deferential to the other marked females.
The machine slowed, then stopped, and Lyssa slid off to the mat, stood there by the bull as Audrey took a picture of her with her cell.
The man who wanted to fuck my mate approached the opening in the wall for her to pass through. Stood there and waited.
“No, fucking way,” I muttered and stormed in his direction. My hands clenched into fists. My eyes narrowed and probably went amber. I shoved people aside to get there.
The asshole grabbed her arm and pressed her against the side wall. Lyssa fought back, and it was like with Simi all over again. My vision narrowed and domed, seeing through wolf eyes. There was a roaring in my ears.
This guy was going to hurt her.
He was going to hurt my mate.
I had to stop it.
“Let go of me.” Lyssa tried to shove the guy away.
“Hey.” Willow grabbed the guy’s shoulder. She was part shifter and could fling the guy across the room if she wanted, but I didn’t give her the chance.
I shoved a high top out of the way and used my hand on a barstool seat to volley my body through the air.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” I snarled as I landed and yanked the guy off my mate. My fist connected with his jaw, and he didn’t just go down, he went flying.
I’d used shifter strength on a human–a huge rule breaker for my kind–but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
It was like when Simi got attacked, only worse. The images of my sister lying on the ground, her clothing ripped off her, wrestling with a guy two times her size flashed through my mind.
Only this time, it was Lyssa on the forest ground.
Lyssa’s clothes ripped off.
This asshole trying to violate her.
It wasn’t enough the guy was off her. I had to eliminate the threat.