Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“So it was just you three?” Owen nods his head, and a sadness crosses his face. “Our mother passed giving birth to us. So we were raised by our father, the Alpha.” He clears his throat and continues to walk at a leisurely pace. “When we were in our young teens, a seer told our father that his son would challenge him. And that he would win, killing our father in the process.” I part my lips in shock.
“A seer?” What is a seer?
“Someone who can see glimpses of the future.” Well I suppose I could’ve figured that out on my own. “They’re never wrong.”
“So one of you three killed your father?”
Owen shakes his head. “No, he still lives. He was convinced we would though.” He breathes deep. “We had to leave shortly after the seer gave him the news. He became an entirely different person. He was unstable and abusive. Jude took the brunt of it. Jude told us to leave one night. He’d overheard our father talking to the Betas.” His eyes focus ahead. “They were trying to convince him not to kill us.”
A chill runs through me as I stare up at him. He doesn’t look down at me though. How fucking awful that a father would consider murdering his own children. I vaguely wonder if it’s common, but I don’t ask. I don’t interrupt. “So we left that night and about a week later, we heard that Jude had left and we weren’t sure where he’d gone. We met some interesting creatures along the way and decided to make our own pack. We were nomads for a while until Jude got a hold of us and Devin offered us the land next to theirs.”
“But what about hunting grounds?” Owen’s rough laugh bellows in the air.
“We rarely hunt.” He kisses my cheek and moves a hand to my ass to squeeze. “Times have changed. Some packs still hunt and have temporary camps, but most are stable and have means of revenue.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that. What does your pack do?” I wish I had my notebook so I could write this all down. I don’t want to forget anything.
“We have a tech company. We were just over at the University. We’ve got a good co-op going on over there and we needed an update. But it’s sensitive information.”
“Are you serious?” He’s gotta be shitting me.
He laughs at my disbelief. “Yes.”
“So werewolves are tech geeks?”
“Well no, just your mates and the Alphas of Dark Valley.”
“There are two Alphas?”
“Yup. Your mates.”
I still in his arms. “You’re the Alpha? You’re both Alphas?”
“What about me?” Luke’s question comes out hard and angry. That aggression shoots a need to my clit. His low, menacing voice reminds me of what happened between us.
“You’re her Alpha and her mate.” Owen’s response is clipped but doesn’t hold any aggression toward him. I feel awkward in his arms with Luke’s eyes on me.
“I am.” His blue eyes roam my body before falling to the ground as he turns his back toward us. “We need to go, it’s getting late.”
“Could I talk to you for a second?” I don’t know how I manage to get the words out.
“You want some privacy?” I nod my head once at Owen’s question and squeeze his hand in thanks.
Luke turns back to face me as Owen sets me down and heads toward the cave. It’s in sight and not even a quarter mile away. Time passes and tensions grow between us with the silence. I can barely look him in the eyes. I twist my fingers in my hand and try to figure out what words I want to say. Luke waits patiently, although his eyes are focused intently on me, and his intense glare makes me uncomfortable. He looks pissed. Or emotionless. It’s hard to tell which.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I hesitantly start. “With what happened back there.”
“You didn’t.” His tone lacks all emotion, and his face keeps that dark, intense expression. I shift uncomfortably.
“I just thought you may have been feeling a certain way.” I drift as my eyes look everywhere but back at that damn stare of his. I want to feel better, since he’s saying he wasn’t hurt. But the way he’s acting makes me feel differently.
“I’m not. So don’t worry about me. I don’t care if you fuck him. He can have you.” His words cut me to the core. Fuck, that hurt.
“You don’t want me?” The very thought makes a sickening knot twist in my gut. He was my first. Owen told me he was my mate. Does that mean nothing to him?
He huffs a humorless laugh. “Doesn’t matter if I want you or not.” He walks closer to me and stands just inches away from me. Crowding my space and forcing me to crane my neck to keep eye contact. “Once your heat hits, you’ll be begging me to fuck you. It’s going to be fun claiming your ass while you’re in heat.” His snide remark pisses me off. What an asshole. I came to apologize and he’s going to talk to me like that? Well, fuck him.