Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“I haven’t seen you in a long time.” She reached out to touch his ponytail and he grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t.”
She stuck out her bottom lip, in what he assumed was supposed to be a pout.
“Boyan, you do not have to be that way.” She pressed her body against his arm.
He’d never struck a woman in his life. In fact, he often had a great deal of patience, but Macy was testing his last freaking nerve.
“Step back, Macy.”
“Come on, Boyan. You know as well as I do that you want me. That you need me. It’s been so long since you came to visit me.”
Boyan stood and pulled away from her. “I also know you’ve been enjoying many of the pack. I suggest you back off before you embarrass yourself.”
Val was there, grabbing Macy by the arm and escorting her away. Boyan didn’t want to be at the bar, waiting for glimpses of the new woman. He handed Amelia some money and stepped behind the counter, going into the kitchen. Agatha was there, drying some glasses again.
“You don’t have to keep coming back here. I’m quite capable of cleaning glasses without assistance.”
“Tell me about yourself,” he said.
His wolf liked to hear her voice. So far, just her talking was able to calm the beast within him, which was what he needed right now. He’d wanted to tear out Macy’s throat. His wolf was not happy with the idea of her touching them. He’d go so far as to say his wolf was pissed off at him for sticking his cock inside her.
“Er, you want me to talk about myself?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Tell me about yourself. Tell me about your parents, about you, about all of it.” He didn’t want to keep talking but he needed to insist on her speaking.
“Er, there’s not much to tell. My parents adopted me when I was a baby, and they raised me but told me—”
“What?”
“Huh, what?”
“You were adopted.”
“Yes.”
“As a baby?”
“Yes. I was adopted as a baby, but no one had any idea who could have abandoned me or why, or anything.” She shrugged. “There’s no record of my birth parents. In fact, I even took a blood test in an attempt to find them.”
Boyan stared at Agatha, a little … shocked. This couldn’t be happening.
“Boyan, are you okay?” Agatha asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. So, you gave blood for someone to check your DNA, to try and find your parents?”
“Yes. There was no record, which according to the expert, I can’t remember his name, he said it might mean they’re not in any database and there’s no record of them. Boyan, are you okay?”
“Do you remember the person you went to?” Boyan asked.
“I have no idea. What is going on?”
“The doctor or the expert, do you know his name?”
Agatha frowned. “I think … his name was … Dr. Milton, I think.”
Boyan stared at her in disbelief. No, it wasn’t possible. Dr. Milton was a fucking vet, it couldn’t be the same person.
“Are you okay?” Agatha asked.
“Yeah, uh, I’m fine. I’ve got to go and check on something,” he said. “It was nice to see you, Agatha.”
He rushed out of the bar and headed back to the clubhouse. This couldn’t be happening, it had to be a coincidence. There were more people out there with the name Milton. There was no way a vet would take blood to test for DNA or family links. He didn’t understand how he was able to find Agatha. Arriving at the clubhouse, he didn’t linger, even though several of the guys called out to him. He ignored them and instead headed straight to the basement. They had kept Milton’s main files. Most of the words had been an erratically written, jumbled-up mess that made no sense. Some did, though, and he could only put it down to when he’d been perfectly sane and conscious of what he was writing.
“Boyan, what is going on?” Alpha asked, coming down to the basement five minutes after he’d found the box with the files.
“Agatha was adopted,” Boyan said.
“O-kay, but why are you looking through Milton’s files?”
Boyan looked up. “Because Agatha was adopted as a baby. Her scent lingers within the fucking pack. She feels more at home here, where everyone hates her, than she does in the city surrounded by humans. She went looking for her parents, there was no record, but she gave blood. Think about it, Alpha. She gave blood to a Doctor Milton. Her scent disappears in the pack.”
“You think she’s a wolf?” Alpha asked.
“I think there’s more to her than meets the eye. We also don’t know how the fuck Milton was able to get wolf blood.”
“She hasn’t transitioned,” Alpha said.
Boyan shook his head. “I don’t know all the details, but you have to admit, this makes sense. Milton was conducting experiments. We assumed Amelia was the cause of him being exposed to wolf blood. What if this was before now? What if Milton had seen one of us, or someone in the past turn into a wolf?”