Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
The woman I am fucking. The human female I am teaching one last lesson turns into a wolf beneath me.
She shifts smoothly and swiftly. She’s practiced. And she’s furious.
Her teeth find my neck before I can get into my fur. I’m too busy being shocked by the fact that we somehow all missed the fact she’s a shifter.
While I’m busy being stupid and surprised, she bites down. Hard. Merciless.
She could rip my throat out in this instant. She could kill me with a flick of her neck. It would be that simple. But she doesn’t pull my jugular out and drop the blood supply out of me in an instant. Instead, she bites just hard enough to let me know she could, to draw enough blood to slow me down and stop me following. Then she’s gone, black fur fleeing into the night. I am left bleeding on the ground, putting pressure on the wound on my neck so I don’t bleed out all at once. It’s pretty wild. I might die if I don’t get help soon. All the pressure in the world isn’t stopping the leaking. I’m going to have to shift, heal, and take my human form again to call someone to come get me. In the meantime, I am bleeding out on the side of a private dock out back of New Orleans, with both my vehicles trashed in the water beside me.
I am in fucking love.
CHAPTER 2
Karl
Raglan has come to save the day with a fresh change of clothes and a fresh car besides. He’s the one man I trust not to spread this story around, finding the alpha shivering naked after nearly bleeding out while trying to shift to his wolf form.
The whole thing was a mess. I got into my wolf form, but I couldn’t hold it, and ended up slipping out of it. Wasn’t bleeding anymore, but was still in a pool of my own blood. That’s how he found me.
He looks over at the car. The taillights are all that’s visible right now.
“You know you can’t park there,” he says.
“Shut the hell up,” I groan, rising to my feet. “Where are those pants?”
He tosses me a pair of jeans. I pull them on.
“The hell happened to you, boss?”
I look at him with a flat expression.
“A woman.”
“The one you were going to kill? She got one over on you?”
“Christ, Raglan,” I grunt. “She wasn’t a girl. She was a wolf. She shifted.”
“How the hell did we miss that?”
“Whole damn place smelled like blood and death, and then she smelled like fear. Maybe we missed it ‘cause of that.”
Can’t explain how I fucked her and didn’t smell her. I guess there’s a chance I was too busy smelling myself and everything else to pay attention to who I was fucking.
“Get a tow crew out here to get the car and bike out of the water,” I say. “Less said about this the better.”
He’s trying not to smile obviously, but I can see the little smirk on his face.
“It’s been a long night, boss,” he says. “I’ll drop you home.”
I sleep deep and easy that day and night. My body is trying to make up for blood loss. My mind is fixated on her. I dream of her all night long, and I wake with her on my mind. Every little bit of her face, every little feature.
I can’t get that she-wolf out of my head. I remember her every time I swallow. She put a mark on me that damn near took the life right out of me. Nobody has ever done that before.
I want to find her. Badly.
It’s time to start hunting.
We have records of every shifter in the state—or we’re supposed to anyway. I go to the record keeper my father always used. She’s a woman of the library. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her outside it. She wears long skirts and keeps her silver-streaked hair tied up behind her head.
“I need to find a woman. Early twenties. Dark hair. Dark eyes. I think she’s an alpha female.”
“Aren’t many of those,” the librarian says. “But they’re also not technically registered either. What makes you think she’s an alpha?”
“The way she handles herself.”
“Did she have a particular accent?”
“Sounded rural.”
“Alright. Well. I can compile a list of known female shifters,” she says. “Just give me a little time.”
“How much time?”
She ignores me and walks away, her brow slightly furrowed as she gives her full attention to the task at hand.
I don’t think she’s going to have much luck. Nobody in the bar last night recognized that little female. Even I was too covered in blood to scent her properly. Her essence is probably still clinging to my dick, but I can’t exactly present that as information to the librarian.
“Rough night, Master Karl?”
My father’s manservant didn’t get taken with him to Hawaii. He was left with the house. His name is Baldwin, and he’s been a fixture of my life for as long as I can remember. He’s a tall man with white hair and a general demeanor of calm. He’s seen many things happen over the years, and he knows where the bodies are buried. Metaphorically and literally, because he manages the family crypt.