Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“It’s not the last idea,” Alpha said, looking mightily pissed off.
Even though every one of the guys within the Poison Wolves MC were in their own right alphas, they all agreed for Alpha to be leader of their club as well as the pack. There were times it was a little tough, like right now, but most of the time, Rocco was more than happy to pass that baton of responsibility.
He glanced over at Rose, and he hated that her long blonde hair was pinned back against her head. She wore a pair of black dungarees, as well as a blue shirt underneath, along with a pair of boots.
Rocco didn’t want to go to her, but she was the only person in the pack who knew how to clean this up. Also, they were still trying to keep the pack calm, but Rocco knew it was only a matter of time before it all fucked up.
He ran a hand down his face and looked around at the mess. He truly thought Alpha was going to be able to call on the man’s wolf, to either keep it at bay, or pull it out carefully.
The transition was killing them all.
It wasn’t always around a full moon either. A short time ago, they had discovered a mad doctor disguised as a vet, or whatever the fuck Doctor Milton had been, used people as experiments. He somehow learned of the existence of wolves, men turning into beasts during the full moon, and it had awakened the doctor in him. He’d tried to create himself an army, or a super being, or something.
None of them knew or understood what the fuck was going on. They had discovered some records of a few experiments on people like Boyan’s mate, Agatha, who had been part wolf to begin with. Only, they had killed her real parents, placed her into foster care, and then there had been some kind of experiment. Either way, she had been able to survive, and they believed that was due to the fact she carried the gene.
“I’ll go and grab my supplies. I suggest you don’t move, Alpha. I’ll clean you all up in a moment.” Rose turned away.
“This is bullshit,” Enzo said. “I could have been knitting. I think we need to teach the next fucker that arrives the art of knitting, because it’s therapeutic and it stops all manner of shit from kicking off.” He blew out a breath.
Rocco didn’t have a lot of blood on him, and the wolf deep inside his core was screaming at him to follow Rose. It was easier to leave her alone, when he didn’t have to see her so regularly. In the past few weeks, that hadn’t been the case. It was like Milton’s minions had been hot-wired to come to the Poison Wolves MC. He didn’t get it or understand it, but it seemed to be happening all the time.
He took off after her, but Rose was already at her car.
“Do you need any help?” he asked.
“No.”
He clenched his hands into fists.
“What you could do is stay with the others and I’ll get to clean you, and we can keep the whole area contained. What did I tell you all about trying to keep it at the caves or the basement, or somewhere that is a lot easier to clean?” She turned those gorgeous blue eyes onto him, and for a second Rocco couldn’t move.
“Look, I get that you’re pissed, and I am sorry.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t have time for sorry.”
He knew she didn’t do a whole lot in her cabin in the woods. Out of the whole pack, Rose was the biggest recluse he had ever known. When he first told the guys about her, most of them didn’t even know who he was talking about.
Rocco knew her. Boy, did he know her.
And even after all this time, she was still pissed at him. Not that he could blame her.
He felt his wolf wanting to pounce, wrap his arms around her, press his face against her neck, breathe her in. There was also the overwhelming need to mark her, to see her flesh covered with his teeth, or at least his scent.
Rose didn’t have any of it. And she was never going to. He’d fucked it all up.
None of the guys knew.
Where Wolfe and Boyan had fallen for their mates, and it involved their own kind of drama, he had not.
The moment he saw Rose, just over a year ago, he’d known who she was and that she wouldn’t be good for his image. Yes, he had fucked up big time. Their wolves had known what they were to each other.
Most wolves found it to be the most magical moment to finally find their soul mate, the one other wolf destined to be theirs for eternity. Rose had been ecstatic, and so too had his wolf. There was only one problem—he wasn’t. He’d rejected her, rejected the calling to mate with her, and he been doing so every full moon. None of the pack knew. It was why he tried to steer clear of her cabin.