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Chapter 6 So Very Fucking WrongAt first, a month sounded like plenty of time to make a plan. I spent the first couple of days sleeping a lot and avoiding thinking—or God forbid, doing anything—about what I’d learned of my previous life. Maybe denial wasn’t the healthiest way of dealing with it, but my mind and my body simply couldn’t handle any more shocks.On the fourth day I asked Drew for a laptop, and I settled in on the couch with a hot cup of tea—chosen because it had no texture at all and almost no smell, and therefore didn’t startle me when it only tasted like “hot”—to buckle down and finally face the facts. If I could find any facts, anyway.Internet searches proved less than fruitful. I found an article in a local paper from a medium-sized town in Southern California mentioning that I was still being sought, having stolen a car after an altercation and disappeared. It had a phone number for tips, which forced a bitter little laugh out of me. Yeah, maybe I should call it m

Chapter 8 Differences in Sexual FunctionA couple of hours of tossing, turning, punching all four of the bed’s pillows into different shapes—because screw it, if Drew was spending the night out in the woods and leaving me here to brood alone, at least I could have as many pillows as I wanted—and jumping at every rustle, creak, and shadow, I gave up and reached over to click on the bedside lamp.I shot a hostile glare at the pillows as I rolled out of bed. Four of them, and they’d still let me down, the little assholes.Fine, sleep wasn’t in the cards, and lying in bed obsessing over everything that had happened that evening, and everything that could still happen, obviously wouldn’t accomplish much.I needed a plan, and for that I needed information.The living room’s giant windows made me feel like a helpless little fish in a bowl surrounded by predators, so I grabbed the laptop I’d been using, made a cup of tea, and headed back upstairs to do my research in bed.And then I sat the

Chapter 10 UntetheredDrew didn’t come home until long after dark, an hour after I’d given up on seeing him before the morning.I’d turned off the laptop ages ago, eaten some dinner without any enthusiasm, taken a long, hot shower, and then come back downstairs to lie on the couch and brood.The creak of the back door opening made me jump, but then the familiar cadence of Drew’s footsteps had me flopping back into the cushions, my heart still pounding a little. The ceiling lights were off, and the single standing lamp by the end of the couch cast his shadow up against the high wall like something out of a nightmare. He looked good, though, because he always did—even if he could’ve stepped out of a different kind of nightmare, or maybe a horror movie, what with the tears in his shirt and shorts, the bits of leaves caught in his wavy hair, and the dirt smudges and fine scratches on his arms and legs.The scratches disappeared as I watched, his werewolf healing ability wiping them away

Chapter 12 ThoughtfulWhen I woke up hours later, the sun pouring through the cracks in the blinds and casting streamers of sparkling dust motes in its wake, I had strong arms wrapped around me, a hard chest against my back…and an even harder cock nudging between my thighs.Even though he’d come a lot the day before, and he’d knotted at least once. Had he fucked me early that morning after I went back to sleep? I tried to catalog my sensations, but of course I didn’t have much to go on. My ass and thighs felt damp and sticky.Gross.But Drew hadn’t left me alone in the bed and gone out in the woods. I could only consider that an improvement, no matter how sticky I might be.A few birds twittered outside the window and broke the near-complete silence. Under that, I heard Drew’s breaths, slow and even. He hadn’t moved, either. But I knew he was awake. He breathed differently while he slept, a little rougher.“Drew?”“Yeah?” His breath brushed my ear.“I need to get up?” Needing to pis

Chapter 14 ShowtimeTying a bow tie appeared to be one of those things that had been completely wiped from my memory.Or, since I’d apparently been a college kid with hard-partying friends—and not the black tie kind of party—maybe I’d never known.Either way, my sweaty, shaking fingers didn’t help at all.One hour. One hour, and I’d be at some fancy restaurant under the scrutiny of Drew’s uncle Boyd, his wife, his two sons, Drew’s parents, Alyssa, the infamous Victoria, and her family.All werewolves. A lot of them alphas. And all wishing puny little human me far, far away—at best—for one reason or another.I’d retreated to the bathroom to use the mirror in there to give me an edge on the tie thing, but so far all it’d accomplished was giving me a great view of my damp, rosy face, chin lifted to expose the tangled mess at my collar.A soft sound alerted me to Drew’s presence in the doorway. I turned my head, and—froze.Oh, my fucking God. Drew in a T-shirt and gym shorts looked like