Page 67 of Roommate Wanted
Willow snapped.“You filthy human bitch! My Alpha deserves better than scum like you—”
“I’m from the city, sweetheart,” Nia hissed, stepping close.“Try me.”
Willow lunged, shifting mid-air into her sable wolf—
But she never made contact.
Another wolf was already there.
Teeth sank into Willow’s throat and dragged her, snarling, across the floor in a blur of black fur and fury.
I froze. The scent hit me like a thunderclap. It was Nia.
“Seal the doors!” Da barked, shielding us from humans outside the hall.
Nia’s wolf continued to drag her. No one moved to intervene. Not a single wolf dared. She held Willow down until the bitch whined and stilled, tail curled in submission.
Our mate, Conall, breathed reverently.Our wolf.
It was unheard of. Humans didn’t shift. Not even with the bite.
Could it be the bond?
“Yae look confused, son. Get yer mate—we need tae huv’a wee chat,” my maw said, patting my cheek like I was still a bairn.
Her touch snapped me out of it.
I rushed to Nia’s side just as she leapt up, planting her front paws on my shoulders and dragging her rough tongue over my face. I laughed—genuinely laughed as all the confusion burned away, replaced by raw, unfiltered delight.
I wrapped my arms around her thick-furred body and buried my face into her neck, inhaling her scent, nuzzling like a beast finally reunited with its own.
Ours, Conall growled inside me, smug and elated.
He was already planning our first run together.
???
The pack had left after I called it a night. Nia stayed by my side until I attempted to coax her into shifting back to her human form. It took me chasing her around the hall before I eventually caught up with her. Conall was no help. He loved seeing her race around. We both felt her sense of freedom in her newfound form.
In the end, I had to use my Alpha command to bring her to heel.
“A feisty wee thing,” Da whispered to me. “Just like yer maw was.”
“Please, Da. Ah hud enough o’ you two in ma childhood.”
Nia was wrapped in my cloak, and the red, green, blue and white Tartan suited her. I pulled her onto my lap. Part of me was glad her grey silk dress was in tatters. My possessiveness knew no bounds.
“Right,” my maw said, passing us around some Glenn Lyall whiskey before she sat down.
“How yae feeling, hen?” she asked Nia.
“Great. Never felt better,” she said with a grin before it dimmed. “Is Willow okay?”
“She’ll be fine. We heal quickly,” I said, handing her some whiskey.
“Ye’ve heard of the Wulver pack legend?” I nodded while Nia shook her head. “He was a Viking wolf who came tae our shores. Through him, our pack started. There are various stories of this shifter, but the most important aspect is often forgotten.”
I frowned, looking at my Da, but his eyes were glued to his mate. Nia leaned forward, waiting for my maw to talk again.
