Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“They’re worried,” Karina said.
“You saw them?”
“No, I saw you look back at the house. When you’ve been in a pack for twenty-three years, and you’re not a wolf or have any special abilities, you learn to read your fellow pack mates. I’m not pack, but I am. I watch their reactions.” She smiled. “They’re watching, aren’t they?”
“There was a curtain twitch.”
“See, a telltale sign. It can’t be helped.”
Rage leaned over her and slid the seat belt into place. “Road safety always comes first.”
“Always.”
He sensed her arousal. Rage stopped and looked into her eyes, wondering if he would see something, anything that would give him a single clue as to what she was thinking or feeling. Karina at times was an open book, but there were times, like now, when there was no such thing. He wanted to get to know her. To learn everything there was to know about her.
He also wanted to mate her. There was no doubt about that. His nights were lonely and he sensed his wolf pining for the closeness. Rage wanted to fuck his mate.
Not only did he want to fuck her, he also wanted to make love, to do everything with her. To love her. To hold her, cherish her, worship every single inch of her body.
He wanted to have it all with her.
Chapter Six
The town was like any other pack town, only full of humans, and the shops were slightly different. There was a mall not too far from the town, so several shops were empty, which she did find sad.
Her mother loved shopping online, and her dad got a little annoyed that she’d do so, rather than use the pack. Karina loved it, though.
Not only was there a diner, but an Italian restaurant, Mexican, as well as Chinese, and French. They had already passed a fast-food place with amazing smells. She asked Rage to choose where they ate, and he’d opted for the Mexican place. The scents were making her mouth water. She struggled to keep her reactions in check. She didn’t want Rage to think she was a child.
Karina completely understood why her parents kept her so close to them. Having a human child, especially as a wolf, could be scary. She didn’t heal fast, got cold and flu, as well as other sickness bugs. She was weak in their eyes. But, she always hated it when she was never chosen to go with her father on out-of-town trips. Her sister was, and always came back with stories.
“This is amazing,” Karina said.
One of the waitresses had placed a large platter on the center of their table, with crispy tortilla chips and salsa to get them started before their meal arrived.
“I’m glad you enjoy.”
“Dad wasn’t too happy, was he?”
“Did you hear him?” Rage asked.
“Kind of hard not to. He was loud. I think if I had all those lovely senses you have, I would have sensed the alpha coming through?”
Rage shook his head. “I wasn’t dealing with the alpha earlier. I was dealing with a concerned father.”
“Ah,” she said. She picked up a tortilla chip and slid it through the salsa before taking a bite. “This is incredible.” She closed her eyes, enjoying the taste, and then went back in for a second. “I wouldn’t take it too personally. It’s because I’m … you know, human.”
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask you … how do two wolves make a human baby?” Rage asked.
She finished chewing her chip, and then grabbed her water, taking a sip. “There are potentially two reasons for why I am the way I am.”
“Your mother had an affair?”
Karina rolled her eyes. “You know, that’s not even funny. Mates cannot cheat on one another.”
“I know that.”
“Mom was sick when she was pregnant with me. Rose told me it was the first time she ever saw Dad worried. No one knows why she was sick, which then leads into two other options. Either Mom was poisoned while she was pregnant with me, or … someone was trying to weaken Mom with a tonic or something.”
Karina reached for another tortilla.
“Wouldn’t your father have been able to find the culprit?”
“No one ever could know. There were no tests. One day Mom was weak, and once she had given birth to me, within twenty-four hours, she was safe and healing. There’s kind of … a, er, it’s rare, but if my blood type is different from my mom’s, I think I could have been making her weak. It is rare, but it does happen from time to time.”
“Wouldn’t that have killed her?”
“Not with her wolf. I did a small amount of research, but I don’t know what blood type I am, and Dad doesn’t allow our blood to be drawn.” No wolf had their blood drawn. “If my blood type was different from my mom’s, then technically, her body might have been rejecting me, but then her wolf wouldn’t do that either. Her wolf was healing as I was in there.”