Page 30 of Wolf Heart

He’s different from the others. He’s intense and brooding with a quiet air of authority and confidence. And his eyes. Every time he looks at me, he’s like a fierce, dark wolf staring at me, fierce and possessive. My chest tightens almost painfully, and a fluttery feeling floats up from my stomach to my chest.

I tell myself that the sensation is my irritation with him. If I had to be attracted to a wolf, it would be Aspen or Dex. Not a grumbling Alpha.

But I’m going to have to get along with him and his men if I want to find my mom. I can do this. I’ve been cooped up in my father’s house with my crazed stepmother for years and a day or two here won’t kill me.

A couple of hours ago I was so tired I could barely walk, but now I’m starving. Aspen lights the gas stove with a lighter from his pocket. Soon, the food sizzling in a bent pan with no handle smells divine.

Minutes later, a plate of bacon, eggs, and sausages lays in front of me.

“Where did you get all of this?” I poke a sausage.

“Inside an old motel.” Aspen watches me with a gleam in his gray eyes. “They had the meat in a freezer with a solar generator. Eggs don’t have to be refrigerated and they left those out when all the electricity ran out.”

My stomach knots up thinking about what happened to whoever lived in the motel and what killed them. Cause having the power to keep food cold is more priceless than gold. Our pack had turned to salt and keeping foods cool by burying them. Winter was the best time as the food didn’t spoil as quickly.

“You should try it.” Dex pops a bite of bacon into his mouth and waggles his eyebrows at me. “It’s heavenly.”

I pick up a piece of bacon and put it in my mouth. Last time I had bacon or sausage was five winters ago when a neighboring pack was passing through years before dad died.

The salty, meaty flavor spreads across my tongue and I moan.

The succulent taste of the eggs and the salty flavor of the meat makes me moan in delight. With each bite, I feel like I’m closer to heaven.

“Damn, that is good,” Dex says as he stares at my mouth.

I feel the weight of his stare all the way down to my sex.

Aspen reaches out to wipe a stray bit of food off of my face and when our eyes meet, I feel the heat in his gaze too like a caress.

Both men are staring at me like they are hungry for more than just breakfast and my heart beats a little faster in my chest.

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