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it s just werewolf senses, ya know.
Oh, she was beginning to.
Lance, I don t think I m your mate. And frankly, don t you think it s a bit rude to tell me this the
morning after I find Kade? She really just needed this guy to leave so she could think about Kade.
Gawd, she already missed him. Yearned for him.
I know it s regrettable that you already slept with the pup, but he didn t mark you so, things can
be circumvented.
Egotistical bastard, wait& Pup?
Kade s about fifty years younger than me, a boy in comparison. If you chose me you could have
a man.
And that was it.
Lance, you need to leave. Now. Thank you for the ride and the possible concussion, but you
need to go.
Melanie.
Go.
The man backpedaled, practically running from her home.
What a night. She finds the perfect man, sleeps with him and then he informs her he s a
werewolf. Then another man helps her and says the same thing. Two mates. She needed a drink and a
friend. Mel walked to the phone to call Larissa. It was her fault she was in this mess, and she could
get her out of it.
Kade and Lance? You re one fucking lucky lady! Larissa squealed before wrapping her arms
around Mel.
Didn t you listen to anything I said? They re werewolves. Kade changed right in front of me.
So? A genuine look of confusion crossed her friend s face.
What do you mean so ? Are you telling me you knew they were wolves? That you know of this
whole other world and didn t tell me? Mel knew her voice shrieked, bordered on hysteria, but she
didn t care. Seriously, this was too much to deal with.
Mel, stop acting like a drama queen. I swear you ve been spending way too much time with
your nose in the hydrocarbons to look at anything else. Yes, I knew. I m a witch.
Mel s head began to throb, her vision growing dim. No. She shook her head. One fainting spell
was enough for the day. This wasn t the 1800s for Newton s sake.
A witch. Like toil and trouble and smoking cauldrons type of witch? Too late, Mel realized
she might have offended her best friend. Crap. Maybe she was Wiccan.
Larissa merely laughed. Is Hocus Pocus the only taste of witchcraft you ve seen? Don t get me
wrong, I love Bette Midler, but that s not what I am. I do have magic, but I m also more in tune to the
Earth. Mel, hon, there s a lot out there that you ve never seen, but it s time to grow up, but on your big
girl panties and open your eyes.
What I need is a drink. Maybe a whole lot of drinks. Like a barrel.
I brought the whiskey for your morning tea. Don t worry, babe, I know you. But after I give you
a smidge, we need to talk.
Fine.
Larissa prepared the tea while Mel sat and closed her eyes. Now that Lance was gone, the
enormity of her situation began to sink in. She left Kade in the room so she could think. Did she want
to change her life and be a werewolf s mate? Did she truly believe everything in front of her eyes?
Mel, Larissa s stern tone pulled her from her worries. You need to call Kade. You need to
tell him what Lance said. A cautious look passed over her face. Mel, this situation is more dire than
you think. This is not only about you and your decisions. If you can t make a choice, they ll be forced
to fight.
A fight? Over me? That s fucking idiotic. If I don t want either of them, then they need to
fucking walk away. Be a man.
Mel, they aren t men. They re werewolves. There s something else you need to know. Mel
wasn t sure she wanted to hear this. Neil s one too.
You re mated to a werewolf? And just when she thought this day couldn t get any stranger.
Yep, the wolves were definitely multiplying in full force.
Yep. And I m in a constant state of bliss.
So that s how you know the Jamensons? Things were starting to click in place.
Yes, the Jamensons are the ruling family. Kade, is the Heir, first in line to be Alpha.
Mel knew the power running through his veins, felt it when he pounded into her. The strength in
his hands when he gripped her tightly, yet the control in his almost gentle touch.
So he s the big cheese. What does this have to do with your dire circumstances? Why do they
have to fight?
It s tradition. The thing is Mel, Kade s already been through this before.
Tracy.
Larissa quirked a brow. I see he s told you a bit. Well, then I ll make this the unedited version.
That bitch Tracy, dangled her perky breasts in front of Kade and his best friend, Grant. Then she
claimed innocence and confusion, letting the men fight for her. That woman sure does love attention.
Well, Kade really didn t want her not like I m sure he wants you. I can tell these things, sense them.
But he s the Heir, so he had to fight. So he did, partially. Most of us suspect he gave up so Grant could
have her. Good riddance. Fate must be a real temperamental bitch since Kade seems to be in the same
predicament. That is, if you can t make up your mind. Larissa leaned forward, daring Mel to do just
that.
Why do I have to make up my mind? When I said yes to this overnight date, I said yes to dinner
and maybe sex. Not a life altering wolfy fight.
I didn t think to put it in the fine print, sue me.
Fuck you.
No, I think that s Kade s or Lance s job. Larissa didn t smile, but pushed the cordless
phone toward her. If you don t have the guts to call him, call Jasper. Here s his number.
Larissa, I still don t know why they need to fight. I m human, not a wolf. This isn t my
problem.
Melanie Cross. Stop being a selfish ass. It s time you grew up and took your nose out of your
precious theories and science. This is affecting lives. Plural. Get over yourself.
Angered and a bit hurt, Mel glared at her so called best friend. Larissa&
Larissa held up a hand, cutting off her response. Call him.
Chapter 9
Kade stood back and smiled. Pride swelled as he dusted off the last of the eraser shavings.
Finished. He spent the morning and most of the afternoon designing a preliminary sketch for the add-
on to his home. A present for Mel. His home currently was a bachelor s nest, with heavy, chunky
furniture and dark colors. The three-bedroom cottage most likely contained enough space, but Kade
wanted to add more to it to make it theirs not his.
Shit, since when did he become such a sentimental pup? The strength of his mating urge must be
detrimental to the brain. If only his Mel would walk through the door. That would make everything
better.
Yes, so you can mount her and mark her. Perfect.
Kade snorted at his wolf. Yeah, life didn t quite work that way. But his wolf could always hope.
The door crashed open, signal of Jasper s arrival. Tension and worry evident on his brother s
features. This couldn t be good news.
What is it? Fear for his family, Pack, Melanie left a bitter taste on his tongue.
You re not going to believe this.
Tell me. Kade took a step toward him, urging him to continue.
I need you calm, Kade. You can t go all Alpha and tear shit up.
Frustrated and nervous, he flipped Jasper off. Fucking tell me.
Melanie called, Jasper held out a hand before Kade could respond. Like I said, Melanie
called me. I don t know why she didn t call you directly, other than the fact she feared your reaction.
What do you mean my reaction? Fucking get on with it.
Seems you weren t the only wolf Melanie met last night.
Scents of oak and wolf flooded his memory. Fuck. Why didn t he follow up on the trail, rather
than believing everything was okay? As Heir, he never left things to chance except with Mel. Fuck.
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