Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“You have yet to see it for yourself? I thought by now you would realize and understand.”
“It would be better if you just explained it to me.”
“Nay, it would be meaningless.”
“It’s meaningless right now since I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He snatched her knit cap from her hand and was about to place it on her head when she snatched it away from him. “I think I need to be alone for a while.” She rushed into the garage and straight into the castle, not sure what she was running from or why.
This assignment had gone array, and forget the possibility of securing a position here. Her attraction and having sex with Tiernan now prohibiting that, not to mention she had feelings for the man—a werewolf.
Once in the room, she threw herself face down and crossways on the bed after shedding layers of clothing, leaving her in her leggings and knit top, and she mumbled, “Nightmare.”
She was in a nightmare and needed to wake up. She turned on her back and pinched herself. She was afraid she’d feel it, confirming she was not in the throes of an endless nightmare. It all was real, werewolves and all.
And what did he want from her, and why couldn’t she see it? What was she missing? She couldn’t help but think how interesting it would be to research and learn about the werewolves. They were a whole different species, half wolf, half human, and a ton of information could be learned from them. Their ability to heal so rapidly being one such possibility. But their secret would have to be carefully guarded, the consequences of anyone finding out could be dire for them.
She smacked her forehead. Was she really considering accepting the position here? With her love of wolves, how could she not? She had had favorite wolves in the various places she worked through the years, but none had come close to touching her heart so quickly as Laird did. He was magnificent, and if she cared that much for him, then it meant that she cared just as much for Tiernan. Something she was finding too difficult to ignore or deny.
One look and I fell fast and hard, that was how her grandma had described falling in love with Olivia’s granddad. Her grandma had insisted that when it happens, there is no getting around it and the more you resist love the more trouble you get yourself into. Was that what was happening to her?
But her grandma hadn’t had to deal with the fact that the man she had fallen in love with was a werewolf.
A knock sounded at the door before it opened.
Olivia didn’t move off the bed.
“I wanted to make sure you were all right,” Tiernan said and stepped into the room.
Why did he have to look so appealing? His dark hair was slightly unruly, refusing to be tamed, much like a wolf. His green eyes were intent more like a human’s since a wolf’s vision wasn’t that different from a human’s. It was the heightened sense of scent that wolves possessed, not so humans except for an exceptional few, that was one of the differences.
“Did you follow my scent here or did you assume this was where I would go?”
He walked over to the bed, and not waiting to be invited, dropped down on it to stretch out beside her. “I followed your scent. It’s stronger when you get upset. I would have preferred you hadn’t witnessed that with the lads.”
She turned to her side to face him. “I’m glad I did. It helped me to fully grasp the reality of the situation.”
“And chase you away?” he asked, brushing strands of hair off her cheek, his finger caressing it as he did.
His gentle touch was like a struck match that flamed her body to life. It always sparked an instant desire in her, and she worried that she would never find that with another man.
“I don’t chase that easily,” she said.
“I’m glad, for I would miss you if you left,” he said and brushed a light kiss across her lips.
She sighed, ready to surrender to her own desire and him. “This trip is nothing like I envisioned.”
“I imagine not, though you can’t deny that it is probably more exciting and eye-opening than you envisioned.”
“You think?” she asked, laughing lightly. “So, teenage werewolves are as rebellious as their human counterpart?”
He smiled. “It doesn’t matter the species. Teenage years are difficult for everyone concerned.”
“How were your teenage years?” she asked, curious to learn more about him.
“I was a warrior, fighting the fearful humans who wanted all wolves dead. We would have come close to extinction, if it hadn’t been for the wisdom of my grandfather. He understood that our human side needed to establish a strong clan. It was the only way we could protect the wolf in us.”