Dire Wolf Mates: Alpha Wolf Shifter Fated Mates Romance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Everything had been going along just fine. Or so he’d thought. But overnight, something had changed. Gwendolyn had started avoiding him in earnest after that day. He felt raw and confused, his Dire Wolf, too.Weylin hated to admit it, but he was a little bit butt hurt by the whole thing. Fuck, he didn’t know how to do this. What she needed was someone with patience and understanding, but what the Fates stuck her with was him.Weylin was OG love ‘em and leave ‘em type. He never had a serious relationship, flitting from bed to bed like a bee flying from flower to flower. At least he hadn’t bedded any of their staff.Oh, he’d had some minor flirtations with one or two waitresses. But that was as far as it went. Even he knew not to shit where he ate.Then there was the biggest impediment to his pursuing Gwendolyn, and that was the fact she was human. How he was going to get over that obstacle was a mystery to all, him included.Weylin was a damn monster. These days, he was barely keep

“Is she alright?” Gwen did not recognize the man’s voice.“She looks like she’s coming around,” came a soft reply, maybe from Tracey.“What the fuck did you do, asshole? I told you to stay away. She’s human, for fuck’s sake!” Derrick’s angry voice reached her ears.“It’s not my fault, man. Some guy grabbed her, a Shifter dick, at the bar, and I lost it. Needed to change,” Weylin murmured, his voice sounding all gritty and sexy.“Guys, shh!” Lucy whisper-screamed and Gwen wanted to smile.Instead, she closed her eyes tight.“What happened?” she asked, and her mouth felt like she had just eaten a wad of cotton.Her memories came back slowly, replaying in her mind. Earlier, Gwen had been going through the list of signature cocktails, practicing them for tonight. It was her first time handling the back bar alone, and she’d been so excited.Saturday nights were reportedly jampacked, and she had been looking forward to the tips. She ran her hands over her body. She had on ripped jean

Shifters existed. Dire Wolf Shifters, to be exact. Weylin Scott, the sexy, hot man who’d kissed her twice now, was one of them.Holy. Crap.She sat in his SUV outside the shitty motel she’d been living in, and she knew she should get out, leave him in peace. But she couldn’t. Her body just wouldn’t listen, and her mind had so many more questions.“I, uh, that is, you probably have to go,” she mumbled.“I don’t have to do anything, Gwendolyn. What’s on your mind?” he whispered, careful to keep himself small, she realized.Oh, he was good. Aware of her emotions, it seemed, and tender with his actions. Weylin Scott was a mystery to her before she knew his big secret, and now, well, now he was a total enigma.Why would a big, powerful man like that be interested in a curvy little nobody like her? Only one way to find out. Turning herself to face him, Gwendolyn straightened her shoulders, drawing in a deep breath.“Why me?”“Why you what?” he asked, green eyes wide.“The kiss, well

Waking up with his mate in his arms, in a tangle of sheets, with the sunlight streaming in through the blinds, was definitely up there on Weylin’s top three things to do of all time. First, was kissing her. Second, was making love to her.Hmm.Maybe there should be a fourth thing too. Like when she smiled. Fuck yeah. Weylin loved it when she smiled.“Morning, baby,” he grinned when she stirred.“Good morning,” she replied, her cheeks pink with exertion, sleep, or perhaps a tendril left of shyness.Though, after everything they’d done during the night, he would be hard pressed to ponder that one. He’d kissed, touched, and loved on every inch of his delectable little mate. And she’d done the same to his delight and her unending curiosity.Leaning down, Weylin slipped his hands beneath the sheet covering her hip and traced her curves. She gazed up at him with lusty, soulful eyes that stole his breath. Sexy woman, looking so well-loved and perfect in his arms, in his bed, in his life

“Honey, I am home!” Gwendolyn shouted as she entered the cabin she shared with her mate and her husband.They really had been bad, running off to Atlantic City to get married over the weekend, but that was what they both wanted. It eased something inside her that had held onto her vow for all those years, even though her new Wolf side understood being mated was just as important as being married.She spent the last couple of hours changing her name at the DMV, and the nearest Social Security office, and all she really wanted was to go for a run with her mate, then dinner, and some celebratory love making under the stars. Not necessarily in that order.“Weylin?” she tried again, but he wasn’t answering.Gnawing her lip, she walked to the kitchen table, smiling when she saw a single red rose and folded letter written in his handwriting. The sexy scrawl made her heart flutter, and she sighed like a lovesick teenager when she opened it.Dear Gwendolyn,I have a surprise for you. It’s