Page 55 of Property of Prowler
She turned and walked away, and Prowler roared.
“Who?”
The sound of Wolf chanting coupled with the roar of his own blood was too much to bear. Her scent was even more bitter. Taylor stopped but didn’t turn.
“Who did you sleep with? He’s a dead man.” Prowler growled, Wolf gnashing his teeth to break free and mark her.
Taylor remained silent, even with the alpha emphasis he put on his words.
“Was it the fucker at your door the other night? The one who picked you up?”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice wavering, but she still didn’t turn around. “And by the way, reposition your cameras. It’s a violation of my privacy to have them pointed at my property.”
With that, Taylor continued across the street, and Wolf broke free right there in his driveway.
His howl pierced the atmosphere before he bolted to the backyard and leaped over the wall. After pacing back and forth until the sun was high in the sky, Wolf curled up next to Prowler’s favorite chair. That’s where he stayed until his daughter appeared and opened the glass slider to let him in.
After padding into the house beside Cass, he leaped up on the couch next to where she’d plopped down. Having fingers buried in his fur, stroking and petting him, was a new experience.
“Why?” His daughter dashed away tears. “Why would you do that to Taylor? You told me she was your mate. You love her, and I know she’s in love with you, so why did you let Mom come between you?” Her tears had turned into a full-on waterfall. “I thought we’d be a family. I thought …” Cass trailed off.
He wanted to change and tell her … what, he didn’t know, but he wanted to hold her, comfort her, something, anything, but the sun had already set, and Wolf wouldn’t concede.
Give me my body. Prowler commanded.
No. You fuck everything up, so maybe I should stay in charge.
She wrapped her arms around his ruff and just cried into his fur. When her tears were dry, she let him go and stood. As she headed to her room, she turned back to him.
“I love you, Dad. I love you too, Wolf. I’m disappointed in you both, but I love you.”
The words shot an arrow straight to his heart, but the disappointment and sadness stung. He’d give anything to make her happy. He just didn’t know how. The thought of Taylor with another man, writhing under him, was too much. He couldn’t erase it from his brain. It was playing over and over. How could he live like that?
He couldn’t. He’d have to find a way to live without her, no matter how painful that would be. He had no choice. Wolf may be able to forgive, but the man couldn’t. As much as he loved her, and he did fucking love her, he just didn’t believe he’d ever get to a place where sleeping with someone else was forgivable.
But you wanted her to forgive you.
Wolf finally spoke to him.
I didn’t fuck Allie.
Keep telling yourself that, meat bag, and we’ll never be at peace.
I DIDN’T FUCK HER.
Prowler shouted in his own head. It was weird being in fur and speaking to Wolf. It had never happened before. When Wolf was in fur, Prowler was … sleeping for lack of a better explanation. Unaware of what was going on for the most part until it was time to shift back.
Our mate saw her in your bed.
What?
She came to the door and watched as that slag rubbed her gash against your dick, trying to get you hard while moaning your name.
Prowler didn’t remember that at all.
Why didn’t you fucking stop her?
I tried, meat bag, but you exhausted us by not truly letting me lead when sharing your body. That way of sharing control will eventually kill us if we don’t bond. It suppresses us both more and more until …
