Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
His arm shot out stopping her once again. “Alpha’s orders. You’re not allowed to leave.”
Elle pushed at his arm. Darcy didn’t budge. Throwing her arms up in defeat she walked over to the bedroom window. She saw the town preparing for the feast after the pack had their run.
Folding her arms she stared out of the window.
“You’re not planning to jump, are you?” Darcy asked.
Turning to him, she glared. “I’m not that fucking weak.”
He grunted. She heard the wooden bed creak under his weight and did everything she could to ignore him.
“So, how does it feel being Brandon’s mate?” he asked after several minutes of silence passed.
“I don’t know. Inconvenient. A pain in the ass. Why don’t you pick one?”
She kept her back to him hoping to stop him from talking.
“It doesn’t matter what you think. You’re his mate, and I suggest you start thinking about that,” Darcy said.
Annoyed with his attitude and being taken from the diner, Elle whirled around glaring at him.
“I don’t even know Brandon. I’ve never known him other than to know who he is. There is no way I’m his mate. He made a mistake. I’m human, remember?”
“How could we forget?” Brandon said.
She turned to the sound of his voice. The man in question stood in the doorway blocking the entire exit. He wore a pair of loose jeans and nothing else. His upper body was on glorious display, and what a display it was. Tribal tattoos covered his thick arms. The tats did nothing to disguise his muscles. They were huge and could crush many of his opponents. She’d heard a lot of rumours about his strength. Some said Brandon could crush another wolf with the strength in his arms alone. She chose not to believe that rumour.
His abs were tight, and she spotted the six pack. Turning her gaze away from the delight of his body she glared at his face. His face was as amazing to look at as his body, apart from his eyes. The colour of his eyes scared her. His eyes appeared black to her, and they startled her when they looked at her. She stared past his shoulder as that seemed to be the safest place to look.
“What is the meaning of this?” she asked, keeping her arms folded.
“Why don’t you look me in the eye when you talk to me?”
Turning away from him she glared out of the window. She couldn’t deal with this. Brandon, the alpha of the Northern Forest pack and leader of their town, had taken her from her place of work, and she was supposed to be his mate.
My dad is going to fucking kill me.
“Leave us, Darcy,” Brandon said.
Seconds later the door was closed shut. She didn’t hear him move but sensed him stood behind her. His breath against her neck, brushing the fine hairs with each exhale.
“I take it Darcy told you what you are?” he asked.
“Besides human you mean?”
He chuckled. His hand stroked down her arm. Goosebumps erupted along her arm from his touch. Her nipples tightened from his closeness, and her pussy melted from the sound of his voice. She shouldn’t be reacting this way. No man left her feeling this way.
Brandon isn’t just a man.
Elle cut off the thought and continued staring out of the window.
“You’re my mate, Elle.”
Biting her lip Elle shook her head. “No, that’s not possible. I refuse to accept it.”
“Why fight what is natural between us?” he asked.
She laughed. “Why fight it?” she asked. “There’s a fucking list why to fucking fight it.” Elle was cursing a lot. When she was nervous she cursed, or when she felt trapped she cursed. Brandon made her nervous, and he had her trapped between his body and the window.
Chapter Three
Elle looked really cute when she was angry. Brandon couldn’t help but be charmed by her. Her arms were folded underneath her impressive rack. He wanted to turn her around so he could watch her lose her temper.
“Then why don’t you tell me what the problems are?” he asked.
She turned to him. Her hazel eyes glanced into his gaze but then stared past his shoulder. He frowned. Why didn’t Elle ever look him in the eye?
“You’re old,” she said.
“What?” he asked, struggling to contain the roar inside him.
“I’m only twenty-one, but you’re what? Fifty or something. You’re old.”
He glared at her, angry at her words. Her hands shook as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Yes, he was nearing over fifty in age, but he looked no older than thirty. Werewolves and most of the sectors in the paranormal community aged slowly when they grew into their powers or ability. Witches were known for being thousands of years old but not looking a day over twenty-five.
Running a hand down his face, he waited for her to continue.