All Chapters of Embraced By The Pack: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“You’re being quiet again,” Zed pointed out.“I feel like I’ve just spilled way too much of my soul to you,” I grumbled, tilting my head to lean up against the window.“My older brother is an alpha,” Zed offered.I glanced over at him and found him relaxed, but serious.“My parents are, too. Our family’s just them, Zach—my brother—and me. They never said they were disappointed by what I was, but I could feel it. There was always the comparison, the complaint. I preferred to be alone sometimes, which alphas never do. And when I see someone in trouble my instinct isn’t to reach out a hand and help—it’s to step back, and take in my surroundings.”“I love my family, but I’ve never felt like I belonged with them. I’m always the odd one out, the loner, the rebel. As a kid, the one thing I was always applauded for was cooking, so I dove all in. It became an escape for me, and then a career. And I was damned good at it.” His lips tilted upward slightly.“Why do you say that like it’s over?”H

My back landed near the bottom of the mattress, my ass hanging off the bed. Zed’s tongue slowly stroked up the middle of me, and the sensation was so hot, so new, I lost it.Cries escaped me as I shattered, and his tongue continued sliding over me, dragging out the orgasm as long as he could.I was breathing ridiculously hard when I came down from the high, and he was still tasting me, slowly exploring me with his tongue.He tossed one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle and stretching me out a bit. His teeth scraped my core, and I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking a bit, rubbing me against his face.His tongue and teeth worked me faster, sucking and scraping and making me crazy. I rocked against his face as he dragged out my pleasure, building tension in my body once again.He slipped a finger inside me, and I lost it with a hoarse cry, my body contracting around him. His snarl of approval and the way he continued working

His fingers found my hip, his touch light and his presence steady at my back.“Found yourself another abusive asshole to put you in place, June?” Stewart drawled.Zed stepped around me, and I knew his body language. He was about to kick Stewart’s ass—and Stewart deserved it. But Zed could end up in jail if he did—and Stewart would be able to sue him, which could lead to all sorts of expensive shit neither of us wanted to pay.And honestly, I didn’t know if I could ever look at Zed the same way if I’d seen him attack someone. There were a lot of shitty memories that could trigger, and neither of us wanted that to happen.So I flung myself between the men, my hands finding Zed’s biceps. There was cold fury in the werewolf’s eyes, anger I’d never seen from the calm, rational man before.My chest tightened in response, even as I said, “Don’t. He’s not worth it. We’re le

Zed’shand moved over my back as I rested my head on the hopefully-clean toilet seat, panting. Tears always leaked from my eyes when I puked; it was annoying, but I was used to it. It wasn’t sad tears or anything like that.“Think I’m good,” I mumbled, my mouth burning with foulness.He handed me a bottle of water to rinse my mouth with, and I swished it before spitting it out. My body was nestled in his, giving me every ounce of freedom I could’ve wanted, and holding me up at the same time. I’d never felt loved while I was vomiting, but Zed had changed that.It seemed like he was changing a lot of things for me.“Why the hell do werewolves need so much food?” I grumbled.“How else are we going to maintain abs like these?” His fingers brushed my bare belly, and I snorted. It hurt a bit, but I didn’t care.“Let me help you to bed, and then I’ll go grab you as m

Zed spent the next few days finding his rhythm with cooking again, while I got back to work on my videos. He started his new job, and we attended the pack dinners every night. I would even go without him when he was working—though we drew the line at having the pack inside our house. We were still getting used to each other, and my wolf was pretty territorial.The next month went by quickly. We spent at least a couple of hours together every day, grocery shopping, or cooking, and always eating. Sometimes we watched a movie or went out to try a new restaurant, but we both liked to stay in (I was a little obsessed with the way it felt to have a home).I changed the topic or pulled away every time things started getting steamy, and Zed let me, though I could tell he was starting to get suspicious about it.At the end of the fifth week of me avoiding sex (but still getting to know Zed), we finished frosting a cake together and sat down to eat it.“Do you ever think about that time, in the