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)
“You don’t want to know.”
Tears filled her eyes, but she didn’t ask any more questions about what Brandon was doing.
“You’ve surprised me,” Darcy said.
“Why?”
“I expected you to talk my ear off.”
“Why?” she asked, staring at him over her knee.
“Because I’m a wolf, and I work with your mate. I’m like a walking, talking encyclopaedia on my kind, and yet you’re not asking any of the right questions.”
“Why ask when you’d not answer?”
Darcy shook his head. “I wasn’t answering that question, Elle. It doesn’t mean I’m out of answers for other questions.”
She nodded thinking what to ask him.
“Why do you guys only run on the full moon?” she asked.
“It’s tradition. Brandon’s father started it before he died, and he continued it on. We can change at any time of the month. The moon brings the wolf out, and we embrace it. The energy from the moon is intoxicating. Some men have refused to turn back to human.”
“They’ve stayed wolf?”
“Yes. Personally I love my cock too much to stay as a wolf. There is so much I love about being human. Talking with you and watching you blush being on the list.”
She rubbed her cheeks, smiling at his teasing.
“See, I take everything seriously, Elle. You’re the queen. You shouldn’t worry. Brandon and I will worry for you.”
“You shouldn’t have to worry at all.”
Darcy shrugged. “I’m a natural worrier. It’s in my blood.”
“Do you drink blood?” she asked.
“No, we eat meat raw if we catch it in wolf form. Even though we’re in control during the change, the beast is still there, needing to be feed.”
Elle was about to ask him something else when the sound of the door opening and closing echoed throughout the house. Brandon was back.
Chapter Ten
The sound of the human male screaming did little to appease Brandon’s mind. He’d seen the shock on her face. The bastard touched his woman, and he wasn’t letting him leave Grace Hill. The human should have left without trying to get his woman in the sack.
Darcy was sitting with her up in his room.
“She’s up here, Boss,” Darcy said.
His wolf was still in control. Brandon needed to shake the beast off him before he went anywhere near his woman. He’d easily lose control if she started defending the man.
You need to go to her. Mark her with your scent.
With his hand on the banister, Brandon walked up the stairs. The strawberry and vanilla scent grew stronger. Darcy opened the door. His eyes widened as he looked down at his shirt. Brandon glanced down to see the blood on his shirt. Pulling the offending article off his body, he handed Darcy the shirt.
“Burn it, and burn their shit,” he said.
Darcy left without another word. Brandon entered his room and closed the door. Elle stared up the length of his body. “I thought you wore a shirt,” she said.
“It got dirty.”
He folded his arms assessing her. She stared up the length of his body and down. Her gaze never once went to his eyes.
Don’t hurt her.
“I never encouraged anything,” she said.
“I know. He and his friends won’t be harassing you anymore.”
“You killed them?”
They’d given him no choice. The fucking bastard tried to take him on, and then he’d grabbed one of the women in the diner to guard him. She was a pregnant wolf in the last trimester. Not only had the human bastard hit his woman but he’d tried to use one of his kind as a shield. The bastard and his friends had to go.
He sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m not going to talk about this with you,” he said.
“What? You just killed a human male and his friends. There were four of them, Brandon. You can’t sweep that under the carpet. People care about each other. Their families will come looking for them. What are you going to do when they come here?” she asked.
She didn’t understand.
“It has been handled, Elle. You don’t have to worry about the authorities or anything else. They’re not coming back.”
Her mouth was open as she stared back at him. He stood up and turned to her.
“No, I can’t accept that.” Tears shone in her eyes. “You killed a human person, Brandon. All he did was slap my ass.”
Pulling her from the bed Brandon held her close. “Not only did he think he could lay his hand on you, but he used another pregnant mate as a shield. This is my world, baby. I don’t let any bastard touch you.”
“You’re touching me, and you gave me to Lewis and to Darcy.”
“They’re my men, and they know not to touch you. The only man who’ll be touching you now and in the future is me.”
She glared at him, still not meeting his eyes. He couldn’t handle her not looking at him. Anything else but not giving him her eyes, insulted him.