He’d researched werewolves. Another clue that he had planned this for longer than the eighteen hours since he’d killed Simon.
Why had he been planning to use me for so long?
Why would a fae want to mate with a werewolf they didn’t even know?
Sable snapped her teeth at him playfully. I half expected him to hit her with a pulse of his supposedly torturous magic, but he didn't. He just chuckled and continued rubbing her fur while the cooking show played.
She sprawled out on her back over his lap, nudging his hand with her head until he was rubbing her belly. Her tongue flopped out as she basked in his touch, and eventually, she fell asleep.
four
CALLUM
I stareddown at the massive, snoring blonde furball on my lap, still scratching her belly lightly.
Some cooking show played on the TV. I didn't give a damn what it was or why it was on.
Finally, my female was with me.
I hadn't expected to find her wolf sitting on my couch, but I’d been itching to meet Kat’s other half for nearly as long as I'd been fighting the urge to drag her back to our home, kicking and screaming if I had to.
The werewolf was mine, whether she liked it or not.
The beast clearly enjoyed my presence more than the woman did, for the moment. I was going to have to figure out a way to change that. Or at least convince Kat to get over her distaste.
When she was touching me, my magic was settled, for the first time in my agonizingly long life. Without my family, I would've been driven mad by the price of my power a century ago.
As it was, I couldn't call myself stable.
Being in constant pain would fuck with anyone’s mind. I’d seen it firsthand, and not just in myself.
But now that the object of my obsession was in my home, and would soon be mated to me, I could attempt to stabilize.
My phone vibrated, and I picked it up to read my messages.
Liv
You dead yet?
She totally wants to kill you
Me
If a small female werewolf could take me out, I would deserve to die
Liv
We both know you wouldn't fight her off
Fair point.
Me
Her wolf is snoring on my lap right now, and my house smells like coffee, so I don't think she's hatching a murder plot at the moment
Liv
Maybe she made the plan while she was drinking her coffee
