Page 66 of Wolf's Rejected Mate

Relief twinged through me to know that, despite Ash’s departure, I still had his support.

“Now that you know how to use a cell, you can call me at any time,” Ash added. “And if need be, I can return.”

“No,” I said quickly. “You’ve done enough. I only called you to ensure that we had not parted on bad terms.”

“Unlikely, Elijah,” Ash reassured me. “You’d have to do worse than annoy me with procrastination for that to occur.”

Grinning, I told Ash to send my best wishes to his mate and daughter before disconnecting the call and sprawling on my bed to look at the ceiling. The odd swirls in the plaster above my head were hypnotic, but they didn’t suppress the sense that had blanketed me. It hadn’t been the unresolved tension between Ash and me.

Abby and I were fine; maybe a bit tense, but not fighting. Why was I so on edge?

The abstract swirls overhead started to test my vision, the lack of sleep finally catching up with me. Closing my eyes, I focused on less alarming matters, like Abby coming in my mouth.

I instantly grew hard at the thought, my cock rising against the soft material of my boxer shorts. My left hand slipped beneath my waistband as I sank into the fantasy of my mate on top of me.

Soon, I wouldn’t have to resort to stroking myself every night. Abby would be naked beside me, her hot mouth trailing over my body…

My fingers tightened, the blood surging to swell my huge cock fully. Inside Abby, every night, was where I needed to be, the walls of her closing around me to squeeze and drive me crazy. The strokes grew harder, faster, and I panted lightly, a pull starting from within me.

But as I began to mount my climax, my moment of release was brought to an abrupt end by a smashing from within the suite. Instantly, my eyes opened, and I sat up, withdrawing my hand.

“Draven?” I called out.

But even before he answered, I smelled the tension permeating toward me.

Another crash and a roar of fury brought me to the door. I barely managed to throw it open before I fully shifted. I didn’t know exactly what was happening, but I knew an attack when I heard one.

Paws flew across the short hallway, and I almost froze when I saw the half dozen shifters overtaking the common rooms of my unit.

A fire blazed in the kitchenette, Draven’s nostrils still pluming with smoke as his scaly, dragon tail lashed out to knock the intruders off guard. Jake’s wide, owl eyes peered back at me from his perch just above the balcony doors, but he did not stay there long, claws extended as he swooped in to attack a horse shifter who raced toward me.

I overcame my shock and got into the action, catching Silver through my peripheral vision. Ash’s third loaner ambled out from his room, roaring furiously with his barrel bear-chest exposed.

This pitiful group was no match for us, even if they doubled our numbers. Two already lay dead, their blood soaking into the living room floor, and two more fell at my feet, even before I had a chance to react.

I bit out, landing my teeth at the horse’s jugular as Jake took his back, hooking his owl talons into the meat of his back.

The equine neighed and squealed a dying breath, but I was already onto the next one. In less than three minutes, one lone wolf remained standing, and I frowned, realizing it was a woman.

She held her ground, but her fear stunk up the whole room, her sinewy black body trembling.

I put myself between her and the others.

“Wait!” I commanded my men silently.

I worried that their adrenaline would make them deaf, this blind attack infuriating them as much as it did me.

But these were Ash’s men, trained to respect commands, and they stood back, trembling in anticipation as I decided what to do. The wolf bared her teeth, but her fight-or-flight response was challenging her. She wanted to flee.

I morphed back into my human body, noting as the she-wolf’s head lowered to look at my package. A low whimper escaped her mouth, and she bowed her head as I reached for a throw off the sofa to cover my nudity casually.

Her flight response was kicking in higher, and she tried to move toward the door, but she was surrounded now, the last woman standing of all her failed army.

“Who sent you?” I demanded, already knowing the answer.

She didn’t shift back or attempt to answer me telepathically.

I drew closer to you.

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