Page 49 of Mated to the Wolves

“No. I said I’m choosing to control what I can.”

“Because you’re emotionless?”

His nostrils flare. “Ylva.”

“Tell me how you bundle up your rage and pack it away so easily.” I cross my arms.

“Because I know what I’m capable of when I do otherwise.” He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses “You don’t want to see that part of me. It’s an ugly, ruthless, cold version. He’ll come when it’s necessary and not a moment before. So testing me is only wasting your energy. If that’s what you need, I’m here.”

His words deflate me. I shake my head. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“For better or worse, we’re all we have. Don’t let him inside your head. This is what we make it.” He pulls me close and wraps his arms around me.

I nuzzle the scent gland in his neck, taking deep breaths of his cinnamon and citrus smell. The last of the sun’s rays caress my back.

The bond between us strengthens. Closing my eyes, I explore the tentative connection between us. The silver chord of our connection flashes in my mind. I mentally tug at one.

The back door opens. Bo steps out with a confused expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I ask

“I’m not sure. I just thought I should check on you?” He frowns. “And I’ll be going now.”

Shaking his head he moves back inside. I giggle. This could be fun.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Where do you think you’re going, princess?” Bo asks.

I look across the rim of my mug and finish the last of the life-giving nectar of the gods.

I arch an eyebrow. It’s going to take more than coffee to make our dealings pleasant.

“To see the Volva. Like we discussed.”

“By yourself?” Leaning against the cabinet a foot away from me and crosses his ankles. The effortless beauty and grace he possess irritates me. One with his wolf, he has an otherworldly control over his frame, that makes simple tasks look like dancing.

“That’s the way I’ve done everything my entire life, so yes.”

Bo shakes his head. “I don’t think so.” A thick lock of his dark brown hair falls across his forehead.

“Excuse me. Are you trying to tell me what I can and can’t do?” I set the stonewashed green mug on the countertop with a heavy thump.

“More like how you do it. But sure.”

With my hands on my hips, I straighten my spine. “That’s not going to fly here.”

“Seeing as how we’re the only two people in the house right now and I have you by a good hundred pounds I’d like to see you try and stop me.” He toys with the strap of his expensive watch.

“You think I won’t?”

“I hope you do. I could use the amusement. This place lacks the entertainment I’m used to. I thought babysitting you would be boring, but things are suddenly looking up.”

I want to sink my teeth into his flesh and rip his head off. The bastard is enjoying this.

“Not all of us could laze around shirking our responsibilities.”

“That’s what you think I do?”

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