Page 36 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he gets home safely,” Oliver said.
My head was already getting a little fuzzy, but that seemed like a good thing to me at the moment.
The longer we sat there drinking, the less attention we seemed to be drawing. I was finally starting to relax. Then all attention shifted as Lily walked in with some friends. I didn’t pay any attention to them, but it was clear others were. I made a mental note to thank her later.
A few drinks later and I was good and toasted.
“I think it’s about time we get you home,” Tim advised.
“No, no, no. One more round. Come on, Ollie’s paying.”
“I agree with Tim and so does my wallet. You’re done.”
“Boo! You’re no fun.”
“Yeah, Oliver, you’re no fun,” Ridge agreed.
He’d been the one in our group to keep up with me drink for drink.
“Finish your drink and then we’re leaving,” Tim told me.
“Party pooper.”
I was ready to get my jam on.
I stood up and looked around the room. Surely there was a woman here willing to take the itch off and help me forget all about that mating stuff.
There.
Across the room with Lily’s entourage
“Who the hell is that?”
I hadn’t meant to ask aloud, but my brothers quickly looked around.
“Who?” Kenneth asked. “Is she pretty?”
The fact that he thought I was talking about a woman bothered me. The fact that he was right just pissed me off.
She sat in the corner of the room appearing alone despite being with Lily and company. I openly checked her out: long dark hair and breasts that I knew would fit perfectly in my hands. She was beautiful, possibly the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my entire life. And I instantly wanted her on some primal, physical level.
She was exactly what I needed to take my mind off things.
Mine,my wolf growled possessively in my head.
I froze.
Not again? What the hell was going on? Despite what everyone thought about Clementine, I had been certain she was mine. Her scent called to me and my wolf had alerted me. I hadn’t imagined that. So why the hell was my wolf even sniffing around this mystery woman?
It wasn’t possible to have more than one true mate, right? Hell, wolves mated for life, so I didn’t think it was even possible to have more than one mate.
I shuddered remembering my life before I’d tucked my tail and run to Collier Pack demanding Peyton take me in when she first bought the house we now live in. The place had been a complete dump and I’d told her I’d do the work if I could live there. Oliver had been furious, but in the end he’d caved and we all had moved into the house.
At the time, I’d argued that the job would get completed faster with us staying there. In truth, I was removing myself from a bad situation involving me and two women who became very territorial and turned psycho when they realized I was fine with our threesome, but was not exclusive to it.
I shuddered at the memory. No way was I going back to a polygamous relationship after that experience. I didn’t have any issue with it, it just wasn’t for me. I was much more of a one woman at a time kind of man. Not that I didn’t occasionally juggle more than one, as long as they didn’t know about each other.
Maybe it had just been a bad experience. It very well may have just been those two, but things had gotten so bad that I had uprooted my entire life and went celibate for quite some time after that. I preferred my relationships to be less complicated and drama-free.
