Page 31 of Her Shifter Pack

I focused on Ollie, on the warmth of his gaze as he nodded and smiled gently. “It is. I promise you’re safe.”

“Um...” I glanced back at the wolf now sitting like a trained dog in the middle of the lounge room. Only, he was much larger than any dog I’d ever seen. “I... don’t know what to do.”

Ollie called out to the huge gray wolf. “Markus, shift back. I think she’s got the picture.”

The wolf stood, shook out its fur coat, and then the air around him seemed to waver and morph, until once again, Markus was there, standing before me in all his glory.

All his naked glory.

I couldn’t help but stare at his long, thick cock, hanging against his thigh. A lick of arousal—which seemed so inappropriate given the circumstances—curled in my belly. He was absolutely magnificent, naked. Then he reached for his jeans and shirt, and the show was over.

I blinked and stood up, running my hands hurriedly through my hair. Had I imagined the whole thing?

Markus went to his part of the massive sofa and sat back down with his pizza and beer, as if nothing had happened.

I walked over to where the wolf had just been. Looked down at the carpet that had paw prints still softly embedded in the pile.

“I... did I just see a...” I didn’t want to even say it.

I turned toward the two men. Ollie was still eating pizza and Markus was sipping a beer.

Markus shrugged. “Yes. We’re wolves. No big thing.”

“No. Big. Thing,” I repeated, and began to pace. Up and down. My brain was finally clear and thinking fast. “So, you’re telling me this is... normal. That there are lots of you guys?”

How was it possible that this secret had been kept quiet from most humans?

Markus grabbed a handful of peanut chocolate candies. “Yep. Nancy is part of our pack as well.”

I crossed my arms over my boobs and glared down at him. “Oh my God. Don’t tell me you’re all skinny and fit and look like that.”

Markus’s lips flickered as though he was trying not to smile. “Most wolves are pretty fit, yeah. But no. They don’t all look like us. Or her.”

My temper flared, backed by a healthy dose of irrational jealousy.

“Well, if she’s your type, what the hell am I doing here?” I threw up my hands and charged for the stairs. “I’ll grab my shit and go home.”

Markus got up and jumped in front of me faster than was humanly possible. Oh, that’s right. He isn’t human.

I glared at him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m—”

“What?” I put both hands on my hips. “You’re going to lie and tell me you don’t sleep with her?”

He shrugged. “I have in the past. So what? You going to tell me you’re a virgin?”

Hell, no. I got rid of that prize at fifteen, as soon as I met a boy I liked. Being inexperienced and living with my mother in her den of danger, my virginity wasn’t something I wanted stolen from me.

I’d been lucky.

But that wasn’t the same as being a man-whore. “No... but...”

“No buts,” he growled. “You have a past. I have a past. Hell, even perfect Ollie has a past. You don’t get to hold that against me.”

I inhaled sharply. Perfect Ollie? Sounded like he was holding onto a lot of shit, envy toward his brother being one of them.

“Beside the point,” I countered. “How am I supposed to compete with women who look like Nancy?”

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