And just like that, my jealousy and despair dissolve—thank fuck.But they’re quickly replaced by confusion and trepidation.
“Your son?”I blink.
“Of course,” she chirps.“When Owen was banished from the Pack, I went with him.I mean, he ismy boy.”
Banished?
What?!
My mouth opens.Closes.Opens again.“Wait—banished?From where?What are you talking about?”
She tilts her head and gives me a look of genuine pity.
“Oh, honey.What do you know about the man you already slept with and met only days ago?”
And just like that, my heart drops straight into my stomach.
Because she’s not wrong.
What do I know about him?
Well, I know that he’s the Sheriff.
He’s brave and smart and so damn sexy he makes my knees weak.
I know the way he kisses.
I know the sound he makes when he’s balls deep inside me, and he growls possessively against my neck.
I know he seems obsessed with feeding me.
I mean, Owen cooks like a dream, tucks me in like a gentleman, and makes me feel safer than anyone has in a very long time.
None of this is anything I say out loud.I mean, it’s not really meant for sharing.And she’s not exactly wrong.
What do I know about his past?
About his banishment?
About his family?
About the Wolf inside him?
Nothing.That’s what.
I take a slow breath, trying not to freak out, trying to process the knitting mystery woman in his bedroom and the enormous can of worms she just opened.
“Do you want some coffee, dear?”she adds sweetly.“I brought cinnamon creamer.You look like a cinnamon creamer kind of girl.”
And all I can do is nod.
Because I am that kind of girl.
And apparently, I have a hell of a lot to learn about the man I’m already head over heels for.
Chapter21
Owen
