I sighed."He’s not ours, and he might not even like you. Mixed-species mate bonds are rare among werewolves for a reason. Ifhe does like you, he might not realize that you're separate from me."
"We both know you'll tell him for me. Everyone loves me."
"Fine, I would tell him.I'm way too nice. It’ll probably be obvious when you’re all over him, anyway."
She snorted."Everyone in Rumor is aware that you’re too nice."
She wasn't wrong.
I paid my employees so well that I took home less than my managers did, and I worked a hell of a lot more than any of them. There had been multiple articles about it. Jonah kept sending them to me and telling me to pay myself more. I basically breathed work, which had gotten old approximately four years ago.
Every time he texted me about it, I asked the lady who ran my company’s payroll to send him money. I didn’t really need it. My house was paid off, my car worked fine, and I had delicious coffee whenever I wanted. Other than cinnamon rolls, which I also had a plethora of, what else could a woman need?
He was a famous shifter MMA fighter, so he didn’t need the money either. He always sent it back to me on an app I didn’t know how to use, and the app somehow sent it to my bank account. I was currently too busy to figure out how to stop him.
Callum's footsteps sounded in the kitchen. He didn't call out for me, not that I expected him to. We hadn’t talked in five years, other than a few filthy comments along the lines ofyou taste so fucking good.
Hot? Yes.
Relationship building? No.
All I knew about the guy was what I’d read in the news, and most of it was about who he’d tortured or what the Cabinet was planning.
Callum stopped in the kitchen, looking out at the living room.
My wolf's tail was still thumping up against the couch cushion. It was fairly loud, but my hearing was a little better than most people's. It was one of the few perks of werewolfism. The main perk being the creature who drove me crazy with her constant snark and took over my body from time to time.
Even without the tail wagging, he would definitely be able to see my wolf.
He stared out at her for a solid thirty seconds before he made his way over to the couch, still moving stiffly.
The stiffness was weird. He’d never been like that when I was going through heat. Maybe it was supposed to make people uncomfortable or something, but it wasn’t really doing its job if that was the case.
"Do you think he'll scratch my belly?"she asked, sounding positively gleeful.
"For my sake, I hope not. For yours, I'll cross my fingers."
She purred when he sat down beside her, his gaze moving over her form. Her fur was as blonde and curly as my hair, which made her look more like a gigantic poodle than a wolf.
Her tail wagged even faster.
"Can you cut that out?"I asked.
"No. It's my smile. He’ll love it."
"Hello." Callum's lips curved upward. The smile almost reached his cold, blue eyes.
Almost.
She rubbed her face on his arm.
His severe expression softened, and the smile actually met his eyes.
He reached up to scratch her ears lightly. She purred again, and his amusement was evident in his voice. "You may as well be a kitten too."
"He knows we're separate!"Sable exclaimed.
"I'm happy for you."The words were genuine, even though I was not thrilled with this development.
