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He closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling. When he opened them again, he leaned forward, his upper lip curling and his eyes… Oh, God, his eyes. They weren’t human.

I jerked back, taking several deep breaths. “Don’t.”

Max inhaled, holding the breath, his nostrils flaring. “I can smell your fear, but I also know you’re excited.”

“Excited? You’re insane.”

“Am I?”

I realized my nipples were aroused, my pussy quivering from being so close to him. “Why are we connected? Was the electricity and the passion we shared a lie?” I couldn’t catch my breath.

“No. What we feel between us is powerful, more so than any two humans who… mate.”

“Mate?” I repeated. “Are you trying to tell me that I’m your mate?” I laughed when he didn’t say anything even as a cold shiver trickled down my spine. “You’re serious.”

Nodding, he finally looked at me once again, his eyes entirely human. “While it’s rare, when I found you, I had to have you.”

“Oh, my God.Youorchestrated everything. Running into me. Suddenly appearing at the damn crime scene. You lied to me. I fell for your bullshit.”

“I did not lie. I found you the day in the coffee shop. Until then, I did not know you existed. Even though a Wolfen’s senses are far superior to that of a human, we’d never been in close proximity. As far as the crime scene, yes, I followed you there because every instinct told me you were in danger. By then, your scent covered me.”

“My scent. If your senses are so damn superior, then why didn’t any of you detect me in the forest earlier?” I threw out, once again lightheaded. This was nothing but a fairytale. I closed my eyes, remembering every time we’d been together, the intensity of the sensations and the closeness. Even now, I hungered for him. I thought about his cock, the way he swelled inside of me, keeping him… knotted to me. No. No! I lowered my head into my hand, ready to pass out.

“There is a reason.”

“A reason. I’m already floating on some trip, so you might as well tell me.”

He slowly lowered his glass onto the table, moving beside me. When I bristled, pulling away, he simply turned toward me. “I’m the same man as before, a man who has vowed to protect you and care for you. You are my destiny. I must lead my people out of this or what could be unleashed will threaten both our kind as well as every human on this earth.”

“The shit I read in the book wasn’t just some ramble of a madman,” I said more to myself than anything.

“No.”

“I…”

He gave me a stern look before brushing the tips of his fingers across my cheek, moving ever so slowly down to my neck. I tried to resist him, to shove him away, but the scent of him alone dragged me into the wildfire that had burned within us from the moment we’d met.

“You do belong to me, Kathleen, and there is no turning back.” His words were husky, so damn sensual.

“I can’t do this, Max.”

“You have no other choice.”

“Why? Tell me why?”

A haunted look appeared in his eyes as he slowly moved his hand to the back of my neck but the second his expression changed, I could no longer breathe.

“Because you are becoming one of us.”

CHAPTER13

Max

The rage swelling within me was dangerous, more so than ever before. I hadn’t intended on changing her. I’d seen the scratch after she’d collapsed in my arms, the very reason she’d been able to see the transformation without one of us detecting her presence. The only scents I’d been able to grab were wolves. I couldn’t imagine the horror she’d experienced or what she would feel she was forced to do. My father had smelled the change; that much I knew.

He’d warned me of the possibility and I’d been careless. Protecting her was now vital. The fucker who’d placed the warning was taunting us, using the concept of our own disease against us and for what reason? All I could think was it was a ploy in order to grab our land.

She’d spent a solid two hours reading from the ancient book, never once asking a question or even making a sound. When she’d finished, she’d gingerly placed the text on the coffee table before grabbing my bottle of whiskey and heading into the kitchen. I’d heard nothing more than the sound of ice cubes being tossed into a glass.

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