Monster sat at the foot of his bed to read the letter.
Monster,
I waited as long as possible. I have an early morning commitment that cannot be moved.
Otherwise, I’d still be here, waiting for you and the multiple orgasms you promised me. I will take a rain check on those.
BTW, the cuff is two simple buckles, not a bank vault. Anyone with a free hand and two brain cells could figure it out. If you want to keep a lady here without the possibility of escape in the future, cuff both my hands.
XOXOXO
Carys
PS I’d love to cook you dinner and reverse our roles as discussed.
Call me if you ever want to see your hoodie again.
The calm that washed over him was all-encompassing. A feeling he’d never felt before.
“I think she’s the one, Ulf. Do you feel it?” he whispered in awe.
I’m not sure, Arden, but I want to see her, smell her, taste her, more than I want to run free in the forest with you awake.
Ulf’s words touched Monster in a way that was inexplicable. His wolf was coherent and at peace for the first time since he’d emerged too early, and under silver no less.
Monster fingered the cuff at his wrist, releasing the latch and letting it fall to the floor.
Instantly Ulf was right there with him, completely. Colors were crisper, scents were sharper, and Carys’s unique one of tangerine and vanilla invaded every cell of his body.
She may not be their mate, but she would be his ol’ lady.
SIX
CARYS
She’d been loath to leave Monster’s room, but she had a breakfast date with her mother. Carys decided she’d slip the cuff and leave him a note. That should placate him. She had agreed to three hours, and it had been three and a half.
After dressing, she rummaged around for paper. It took every ounce of restraint to simply look for a pen and paper and not snoop.
Not for her father, but for herself. And not to find something negative, but just to know him better. After depositing the note on the bedside table, she was almost out of his door when she pivoted on her heels and went to his closet.
Burying her face in the first hoodie she found hanging, she snatched it off the hanger and pulled it over her head.
She amended the last line of her note and left.
Arriving at the care facility, Carys parked and went inside. Her mother’s bed was raised, and their trays were laid out.
“Hey, Mom. Sorry, I’m a little late. Traffic.” She kissed the woman who looked way too thin and tired than she should have.
“You’re right on time, my dear.”
She had standing breakfast dates with her mom, and she’d be damned if she’d miss them. Not even for good, no, excellent dick.
As frail as her mother looked, she didn’t know how many more breakfasts with her there would be.
The anger that had been simmering with her father rose to a boiling point. He was stringing her along. She was convinced there wasn’t anything her father could do for her mother as he promised. Everything inside her told her that. He was just lying and using her. She was 99.999999 percent sure, but could she take the chance that the .000001 percent wouldn’t pan out?
He’d bragged about being involved with human and shifter testing within his old pack. Her mother had been vague but told her the pack did stuff like that. Which is why she kept Carys away from them. She’d always said her father was an asshole, but not in charge of shit.
