Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Save her.
His wolf wasn’t exactly helping right now. He had never put the club or the pack in danger. Not even when he was there for Amelia, trusting her. If it hadn’t been for him, then Wolfe wouldn’t be mated to her, and the whole pack would have been in danger. He took a deep breath and stopped as he got to the outskirts of town. The pack was milling around, minding their own business. He heard the excitement about the coming run. Of course, people were a little apprehensive to have a human female so close during such an eventful night.
Boyan had been looking forward to bringing forth his wolf and running as fast as he could. But now, he had other problems. More pressing issues.
Hands clenched into fists, he knew exactly where he was going. There was only one person he knew who could have the answers he sought.
Shirley.
****
Agatha noticed that Amelia and even Val kept looking at her hands. Her perfectly healed hands.
She was pretty sure she had also seen them tilt their heads back and sniff the air from time to time. She had to have been imagining that last part, because even to her, that made her sound crazy. It wasn’t a casual sniff as if they smelled food, it was kind of like a canine sniff.
Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she turned back to cleaning the bar and trying not to think about Boyan. She tried—really, really tried—but failed. It was hard for her to think of anything but Boyan. He seemed to be just about … everywhere. She couldn’t think of anyone else.
“So, Agatha, what are your plans for the next year?” Amelia asked, suddenly coming to the bar and taking a seat.
Customers weren’t due to arrive for another half-hour.
Agatha frowned. “Next year?”
“Yeah, you know, are you planning to stay in town? I’d love to get to know you.” Amelia’s smile was intoxicating.
“Oh, right, yes, I do plan to stay in town, I’d like to settle here, if that’s okay.”
“Settle here? I thought some of the people were awful to you?” Amelia asked.
She shrugged. “I can handle it. I know it’s probably insane for me to say so, but this place feels like home.” Saying the words out loud felt good and she couldn’t help but smile at Amelia.
“Home?”
“Yes. Home. Have you ever had that feeling?” she asked. “Like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be?”
Boyan.
The name flittered through her mind and again, just thinking about him put a smile on her face. It was insane. All of this was insane, but that didn’t stop the way she felt. He felt like home. He felt safe and secure, and everything in between.
Go to him.
Make love.
Fuck him.
Make him yours.
She dropped the towel and crossed her arms over her body, a little disturbed by the sudden impulse to get up and leave. This was not who she was.
“I’ve never left town but when I’m around Wolfe, I know exactly what you mean.” The smile Amelia had was so much more. It was filled with love and understanding, acceptance, and just about everything Agatha craved. “I don’t suppose this has something to do with Boyan?”
Agatha didn’t know what to say. “It might. Is that a problem?”
“No, of course not. Why would it be a problem?”
“I didn’t know if he was … taken … you know?”
Amelia shook her head. “I think he had something casual a short time ago, but he ended it. Other than that, nothing. In fact, between the two of us, I’ve never seen him so smitten with anyone else.”
“With me?” Her heart started to race. Could it be possible that he was a little smitten with her?
No, that couldn’t be right, could it? Maybe. They did flirt.
Ugh, her head was a mess with all the endless possibilities, and deep down the only thing she wanted was to be with him. It was insane how she imagined it, stripping down to where they were naked and just surrounding each other. His hands all over her body. She wanted to feel them on her tits, ass, legs, just everywhere. She wanted to drown in his scent, but not in a crazy killer way, just a consumed kind of way, which made absolutely no sense to her. This was all a little scary. A little crazy.
“Are you okay?” Amelia asked.
“Um, yeah, of course.” She offered a smile, but it was the furthest thing from her mind. Her body had suddenly become hot all over.
“I hope you ladies are ready,” Val said.
The way he unlocked the door, Agatha couldn’t hear anything. Just the squeak as metal slid against metal, and it was a little too dry to withstand. Clenching her hands into fists, she watched the doors, and customers were already on their way inside.
Focus.
She tried to but she saw Boyan, stripped naked. She imagined him with a lot of ink covering his body, and muscles that seemed to go on for days.