Semua Bab The Wolf Girl and Her Alpha Mate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The musty scent of wood that had been sitting devoid of human contact hit Everly Harrison in the face as the front door creaked and then tapped the wall behind it. A quick scan around the living room didn’t reveal any lingering memories, but it did tell her that the cabin would need a good cleaning before she and her dad could move all of their stuff in.Maybe it was a blessing that the moving truck wouldn’t be there for a couple of more days.“Any critters in there?” her dad, Jim, called as he carried in their overnight bags. When he was trying to be funny, he’d use that fake southern accent, which was only funny to him. He’d never even been any further south than Colorado, as far as she knew.“No, nothing but some spiders,” Everly said, spying an eight-legged intruder scurrying up the wall as she flipped the light switch on. “Electricity works, though. That’s something.”“Yeah, I had Mark T

The force of the collision knocked Everly back a few steps. She’d never been that coordinated, so she managed to trip over her own feet and almost fell on the floor. But she didn’t fall because the brick wall she’d just collided with happened to have arms and hands. “Whoa! Are you all right?” She looked up to see that the brick wall wasn’t a brick wall at all, but it was a guy. A hot guy. And his hand was around her elbow now, holding her up from hitting the linoleum. He wrapped his other hand around her waist and pulled her back up to standing. Everly’s feet were still tangled for a moment. By the time she got them sorted out, a good ten or fifteen seconds had passed since he’d asked the question, and she still hadn’t answered him. “Sorry,” Everly muttered. She wasn’t sure if she was all right or not. She’d hit her head on his chest—she thought. Maybe it was his shoulder? Either way, it had seriously felt like she’d ran into something solid and unfor

“Are you all right, Ev?” Jim asked as he set the bags of groceries and cleaning supplies down on the kitchen counter. “You’ve been acting a little strange since the cleaning aisle.”“I’m fine, Dad,” Everly assured him, even though it wasn’t quite true. Something about that guy at the grocery store had completely thrown her for a loop, and it wasn’t just hitting her head on his chest. There was something different about him, something… weird.“Do you want to eat first or start cleaning?” Jim held up the two deli sandwiches they’d stopped to get on the way out of town at the little shop on the corner of the main street. They’d also noted a coffee shop, a donut store, and a restaurant that looked like a pretty popular place, judging by the number of people going in and out. It was a Saturday afternoon, though. It might not be that busy on a weekday.Everly looked around. The

Toby scratching at the door was nothing out of the ordinary. It was how Everly had woken up for the last few years, since he’d first learned not to tinkle on the carpet when he was about three months old. She hadn’t slept well, so it wasn’t easy to drag herself up off of the floor, throw on some clothes, find her shoes, and put his leash on him to take him out. Back home in Denver, they had a fence around the back yard, so all she’d have to do was open the door. Her dad had said he’d put one in here, but she doubted he’d get to that anytime soon.Jim was leaning against the counter in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee when she walked out into the living room area. She waved at him, leaning back so that he could see her through the doorway.“Mornin’, honey,” he said. “Where are you going?”“Toby has to pee,” she said, stifling a yawn.“Be careful.”“I&

A thousand pairs of eyes seemed to be on her—everywhere she went. Despite her father’s reassurance that everything was going to be fine, and she’d fit right in, Everly had yet to experience that part of coming to Cook High School. So far, she’d never felt more like an outcast than she did when she walked into the building.People were whispering, holding their hands in front of their mouths, some of them even blatantly pointing at her. And not a one of them had had the decency to even introduce themselves to her, at least not through third period. Now, she was on her way to her fourth-period class, history, trying to make it down the hallway without bumping into anyone, but it was difficult. The building was fairly old, and it was clear there were more kids attending the school than they’d planned for whenever it was built, so there wasn’t a lot of room in the hallways.After history class, she had lunch, and that would definitely pr