Her glare was adorable.“I can’t dance and I will never make a fool of myself at a dance.”She stormed back into the kitchen.
“I like handing out candy to kids, and dressing up in some freaky costume, but I don’t party.I have never been invited to a party, and I think it is highly insulting the way you treated me earlier,” Astrid said.Her face was flushed.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
What the fuck was the matter with him?He found himself stepping closer to her, and it was like his wolf had to reach out, touch her, tell her it was going to be okay.But there was also something else, something he didn’t want to control.An urge to mark her.To rub his scent all over her, so any wolf that got close would know she was taken.
Lord stopped himself.It took every ounce of strength.Astrid was not his, and this was not his place to mark her, or to make her belong to him.
She was human.His employee.
The struggle was real.
Fuck.He wanted her so damn badly.
He stared at her as she worked at the stove.She wore a dress that fell to her knees, and with it getting chilly, she wore a pair of novelty tights.Orange and black stripes curled up her leg, and he wanted to run the tip of his claw up those tights, to remove them from her body, so he could touch her without anything getting in the way.
This was not good.He was not some horny teenager.He was a full-grown man.An adult wolf.He was not at the mercy of his hormones.He was the one in charge of them.And yet, he felt that need to be with her consume him in a way it never had before.
Just as he was about to reach out, the rest of the ranch hands arrived, breaking the spell he’d been under, and he was able to pull back without crossing that line.
Chapter Three
Astrid was out in thevegetable patch, harvesting some fresh vegetables.She had already roasted up a load of pumpkin and was currently flash-freezing it as cubes, which she would then bag and have on hand throughout the winter and into spring.
She knew pumpkins were meant to keep for months, but some seemed to spoil, and she liked to have a backup.Canned pumpkin was good, but she always liked the variety.
“Hey, Astrid,” Enzo said, catching her by surprise.
“Enzo, hi.”She quickly checked the time, and she still had an hour before dinner.
“It’s not time, but that Halloween party is tonight, and I was wondering if you would like to go to the dance with me.”
She had tried to avoid being alone with Enzo.Astrid didn’t know how to turn him down.
“Thank you, Enzo, I do appreciate you asking, but I just can’t.”
