Page 51 of Wolf Fated
Where had the guys gone? I already missed them as crazy as it sounded.
"Hello?" I called out in the hallway and received no answer. Shouldn't they be here by now?
Back in the kitchen, I made myself a sandwich, eating alone at the table. The house felt empty like me and I didn't like it. I should be ecstatic to have this huge, gorgeous mansion to myself, but I wanted Axel, Drake, and Nathan back. I wanted to be able to play pool with them like before. Maybe go swimming in their huge pool and then soak in the hot tub afterward. Watch a movie with them in their theater room. Most of all though, I wanted to be able to see and talk with them. I wanted to find out more about them, about my dad, and about werewolves and who the hunters were.
Hunters.At that thought, my stomach tightened, and my sandwich threatened to come back up. What if the guys had gone out and been killed by hunters like my dad?
I paced in the kitchen, chewing on my thumbnail, debating what to do. I had no idea who thesehunterswere or where the guys had gone.I swear when they get back I am giving them a lecture about letting me know before they disappeared.
How far away could wolves follow a scent?
Too bad I couldn't force myself to turn into a werewolf now, then I could sniff them out. I snorted at the idea.
The doorbell rang and I jumped. I rubbed my hands on my thighs, dashing to the front door. A young man with a goatee stood on the porch with a thick envelope in his hand. He wore a dark uniform and had a radio or walkie-talkie strapped to his hip. Seeing me eyeing him through the window beside the door, he lifted the package.
"Delivery for Brook Jenkins," he said.
"Oh. Yes." I opened the door. "That's me."
He handed me the envelope. "Have a good day."
"You too." The package weighed more than I thought it would like there were more than papers inside. I closed the door and took the delivery to the couch. There was no address or return information, only my name scrawled across the front.
I opened the envelope and my cell phone slid out. So eager to check my messages, I turned it on. Full battery. That was a plus. I scrolled through, hoping to see something from Stephen, but there was nothing except a message four days ago saying:You better not fuck this up, Brookie.
Charming.
I shook my head and read a few messages from Mom asking when I was coming back home. And a ton from Dawn asking me to call her or send her a message that I was still alive. I tapped her number first.
"Oh my God, Brook?" she said out of breath like she'd been running.
"Why are you out of breath?" I asked.
"I had to run to answer your call."
"Hey, yeah, I'm okay. Sorry I didn't call you back." My throat dried. What could I tell her? That I was part werewolf, and these guys were taking care of me. Or how I was starting to crave their company more so than I ever had Stephen's? How I was beginning to see what she meant about Stephen not being good enough for me.
"What the hell happened?" she asked. "I mean, did you end up marrying Stephen? Is that why you haven't called. I swear if he's hurt you, I'm going to rip his balls off."
"No, no. Nothing like that. I'm—" No way could I say that Stephen basically sold me to three men.I mean being honest here, that's what he'd done.I'd been too blinded with the idea of being married to see it. "I got a temporary job here and it's great."
"You're still in Vegas? What's your new job?" She sounded like a mom, but I knew she was worried about me.
"Um..." I glanced around the mansion. Couldn't say I was being entertained by three guys who had made me orgasm more than I had my entire life. "Cleaning... uh... a house." I had done a load of laundry and cleaned up after myself in the kitchen, that counted, right?
"Cleaning a house?"
"Yeah, like a maid." Lamest excuse ever. My sister knew I hated having to cook and do dishes. It was part of my job at the restaurant to fill in wherever needed. Once I was off work, I wanted nothing to do with any manual labor.
"That's it, I'm coming back down there," she said in a serious tone.
I could imagine her grabbing her car keys and heading out the door.
"I'm fine. Really." I picked up the envelope and carried it to the trash, but there felt like something was still in it.
"Still. I think I should come down there. We can see more of the sights."
I was sure the guys wouldn't mind. "Sure. That would be great." I dumped the envelope upside down and several papers fell out. "Hey, can you let Mom know too? That everything's fine."Except that I'm a werewolf and living with three werewolves too. Oh, and that I know about my real dad.
