Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Walking through the familiar corridors of Council Hall, I was amazed at how much the place had changed. They'd livened it up with plants to offset the dark undertones of the wood panel walls and added a fountain that sat several feet behind the glass divider of the front desk.

As I approached the older lady sitting behind the marble counter, she pulled back from her keyboard and looked at me with what appeared to be recognition from above the rim of her bright red glasses.

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Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Pouring myself another shot of tequila, I quickly threw it back, allowing the burn in the back of my throat to ease my mind as I laid back on the bed and tried to forget her. I could still smell her scent all over my room. That soft and feminine aroma like clean cotton sheets blowing in a gentle spring breeze just wouldn't leave me. I inhaled it deeper, remembering how good her small frame felt in my arms, how tender her plump lips moved against mine, and how aroused she made me just off of the sounds she made when my tongue caressed hers.

I really needed to stop thinking like that.

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Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I'm sure my eyes were as big as saucers by the time that question registered. Pulling out of the hug, I turned my back to Jaxon and nervously fiddled with the collar of my robe.

Damn! I knew I should have faked like I was sleepy when I had the chance. Peeking over my shoulder, foolishly hoping he wouldn't be there, I saw him fold his arms over his chest and root himself to that very spot.

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Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A steady stream of light, orange in color with a pinkish hue, shone down on my face. Still clad in my underwear with a sheet draped across me, I laid sprawled out on a bed so soft and comfortable that it took everything in me just to move my hand to the aching in my neck that brought everything flashing back.

With the soft pad of my fingertips, I traced each of the nearly healed puncture wounds in my neck, still not believing that the man that saved me was actually a wolf. By nature, wolves are social creatures, and there seemed to be any other signs of life in the house, no woods for him to shift and run. Nothing.

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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Back in shallow water, my gasps were lost behind heavy breathing, not of my own. The stronghold loosened, dropping me onto the sand where water and dry land met before he collapsed beside me.

I looked to this man who had his back to me as he knelt with his head down and fists in the wet sand. His white shirt clung to each and every curve of the muscles in his back that flexed as he pushed up and stood.

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