Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
“And this . . .” Shaya picked up the infant. “This is my baby girl, Willow.”
Ally smiled at the pup. “Good Lord, aren’t you just adorable.”
For a short moment, Willow looked at Ally . . . almost as if assessing her. Then she flashed her a wide smile, reaching out to touch her cheek.
“And obviously you’ve met Derren and Eli, our Beta and Head Enforcer.” Shaya cocked her head. “Should I call you Alyssa or Ally?”
“Ally’s fine.”
“Have you eaten?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Well, if you get a little hungry, there’s some food in the guest lodge you’ll be using.”
They were putting her in a guest lodge? Ally had been expecting them to order her to stay with Derren, given how unwelcome she was here. This was a huge relief. Ally liked space and privacy, and she certainly didn’t want to constantly be in close proximity to him all the time.
“You can meet the rest of the pack in the morning when you come here for breakfast. After that, I’ll give you a tour, since it’s a little too late for that now.” Shaya turned to Derren. “We’ve put Ally in the guest lodge nearest to yours. Can you escort her there?”
He gave Shaya a nod before signaling for Ally to follow. Giving the Mercury wolves a brief good night, she followed him through an archway that led to a dining area and kitchen, liking that it was all one open space. Outside, a Labrador was wagging his tail excitedly.
“That’s Bruce,” said Derren, watching as the dog rubbed his body all over Ally’s legs and butted her hand for a stroke. His wolf was jealous, wanted the same attention, which was just plain pathetic. “Let’s go.” Bruce stayed at her side as Derren escorted her to the guest lodge, irritating his wolf and pricking at his jealousy. Pitiful.
Feeling his negative emotions slap at her as they walked in silence, Ally wondered how she could possibly be attracted to someone who not only disliked her so much but caused her such physical discomfort. Yet, the hunger was there all the same, taunting her and making her feel edgy. Her wolf’s fascination with him wasn’t helping matters at all. Nor were his flashes of raw need that were like fingers teasingly trailing down the length of her spine.
Oh, help.
As the lodge came into view, Ally halted with a gasp. She hadn’t envisioned this at all. It was just . . . beautiful. The timber L-shaped lodge had a wraparound porch, which would no doubt overlook the lake she could see just beyond the building. The front of the lodge was glazed glass, allowing plenty of natural light to fill the space. Situated on a rise, it was perfectly positioned for her to spot anyone approaching. “It’s . . . Wow. Just wow.”
Derren smiled a little. “If you like the outside, you’ll love the inside.”
It turned out that he was right. The two-story den was gorgeous with its stone fireplace, corner sofa, chest-like coffee table, and a massive TV on the wall. From there, it was easy to see the lofted bedroom, which was located above the small dining area and kitchen, overlooking the den.
The oak flooring continued through the entire space, matching the oak kitchen. At the rear of the lodge was a staircase that led to the bedroom and bathroom. The right wall of the bedroom was all glass, giving the space plenty of light. But . . . “This glass is reflective, right?” she asked Derren, who was placing her luggage at the foot of her bed.
Amused, Derren assured her, “Yes. No one can see inside.” He pointed to his own lodge, which was bigger than hers but simpler in its design. “I live across the lake.” Then he found himself blurting out, “Why was your childhood pack assassinated?” Just like that, her expression shuttered. “Don’t do that,” he said. For some reason, the idea of her closing down on him . . . it offended him.
Memories smacked into Ally. Screaming. Howling. Her nails snapping as she clawed at the—
Ally slammed a door on the memories. When she finally spoke, her tone was flat. “I don’t talk about it. Ever.”
As she headed for the stairs, Derren realized he’d been effectively dismissed. He didn’t like that. And if she thought he was so easily handled, she was in for a big surprise. He followed her into the kitchen, where she switched on the coffeepot. “I won’t press you on that.” For now. “But there is something else I need to know.”
Finally finding the cupboard where mugs were kept, she grabbed only one to make a statement to the persistent asshole that he wasn’t welcome to stay. Annoyingly, that seemed to amuse him. “What’s that?” she said.
He leaned against the counter, intensely aware of this female in a way that unnerved him. His eyes settled on her luscious mouth; images of just what he could do with that mouth flickered through his brain. “What really happened in the Collingwood Pack? I’ve heard a little from Cain, and I’ve heard Matt’s version, but I haven’t heard yours.” And when he’d watched her overpower Rachelle, it had become blindingly clear that Ally wouldn’t have needed to attack her from behind. So just maybe Ally had been wrongly accused after all.