Mated – Dark Billionaire Wolf Shifter Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
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“Do you remember what we did in the office?”

A faint blush appears on her cheeks. Yes.

She shakes her head. No.

A lie. Very naughty.

“I don’t remember anything. Did you… I’ve been feeling weird all day. Uhm. I have to go.”

She thinks I’ve drugged her. She thinks she’s been tripping hard. Likely, she suspects that her near uncontrollable arousal at the office was due to this non-existent drug too. I can understand that thought process. It’s a series of logical thoughts leading to a completely logical, and entirely incorrect, conclusion.

I am going to have to tell her the truth, or she will run out of here feeling violated and thinking I am a very different kind of monster than the one I am.

“You were not dreaming. You were experiencing yourself in a way you never have before.”

“You mean you were experiencing me in a way…”

“No, Kira. I wasn’t. You are a wolf. I am a wolf.”

She just barely manages not to roll her eyes. “Of all the excuses a billionaire has made to defile a woman…”

Kira

I can’t believe this guy. No wonder he has a reputation for being terrible. He fired those women because he drugged them. He drugged them, and then he had his way with them, and now I’m a victim and…

He gets up from the couch and stands before me. I don’t know if he means it to or not, but the action frightens the hell out of me. He’s blocking the exit. There’s no way out but through him, and I am in no state to fight. I am exhausted. My head feels like it has been stuffed like a teddy bear. Every part of me aches, from my bones to my no longer virginal vagina. This is a nightmare, but there’s no waking up from it.

“Kira,” he says. “Look at me.”

I don’t want to look at him. My eyes are on the floor in an attempt to de-escalate whatever is happening.

“Look at me,” he repeats.

I lift my eyes, not wanting to be in trouble.

One moment a brooding billionaire is standing over me, the next a wolf is in front of me. A massive wolf, with gleaming black and tan fur, white around the muzzle and paws. Pale blue eyes look at me with human intellect.

His clothing lies in tatters on the floor, part of it still stuck around his body. There’s no denying what I just saw with my eyes, even though I do not believe what I just saw with them.

I feel myself welling up with tears as the shock of not only what I’m looking at, but realizing what has happened to me sets in.

“It wasn’t a dream?”

Another transformation, and he is in front of me. “It wasn’t a dream. It is who and what you are. I’m sorry it’s so frightening. I should have explained it to you before it happened, but I didn’t… I got carried away. I let my desire to mate you overcome what should have been a much more carefully managed occasion. I acted like an immature, reckless young wolf. You deserved better.”

I don’t understand what he is apologizing for entirely. It sounds like there’s a whole lot of social protocol that I have no way of comprehending.

He’s naked again, and that’s very distracting. He’s an incredible creature. His shoulders are broad, and his eyes gleam with pale intensity, rimmed with dark lashes and framed by dark brows. His body is strong and goddamn beautiful. Crouched before me, he keeps those stunning eyes at my level, looking at me with earnest care and maybe even love.

I curl up in my blanket, pulling it close, the relatively thin wool not nearly enough to protect me from the forces at play in this room. We’re wolves, he said. He showed me himself. And I remember enough of the strangeness from before to know that what I experienced was real. I was a wolf too. I was a wolf who jumped out of a fire escape, tumbled down some stairs, ran across traffic and into a park where I hunted down my natural prey—sweet things.

“I don’t know what to say,” I whimper softly. “I don’t know what to think.”

“You don’t have to say or think anything. You need to let yourself rest and recover. The first shift is so hard on the body. You’ve been through a lot. And, I suspect the transformation is harder on you than it might be on some others.”

“Yours seemed so easy.”

“I have been doing it for far longer, and I have… a slightly different make up.”

“What does that mean?”

“It is about bloodlines,” he says, somewhat vaguely. He gets to his feet, displaying his full humanity to me, and I forget all about questions.

Cain Lupin is a gorgeous, gorgeous man. His eyes are deep and soulful, and his body is fucking jacked. He ripples with every movement, dozens of muscles making for a display that makes my mouth water and my body respond in a way I’ve never experienced before. Forceful arousal.


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