Page 46 of Her Shifter Pack

During the drive to Nancy’s townhouse, my gut twisted tighter with every quarter mile that passed. When I finally pulled up outside her place and saw the lights in the window, I couldn’t get out of the truck.

I tried to. I told myself I wanted to, even if I wasn’t sure I did. I sure as hell didn’t want to sit there like a stuffed turkey. But my legs wouldn’t move. My arms wouldn’t reach for the door handle.

My wolf remained curled up inside my chest, unmoving.

“Come on. Get out. She’s waiting.” With a cold beer and a hot pussy. “You pussy. Move!”

But there was no use. It appeared I was paralyzed from the neck down. Frozen in place.

“Fine,” I grunted out. “Let’s go home.” Then suddenly I was able to turn the key and start the truck again.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You idiot.” And the funniest part of all was that my wolf was also happy to go home, giving a rumble of approval before curling up once again to sleep. He suddenly didn’t want anything to do with a woman I’d had hundreds of times during the past decade.

And neither did I.

Nancy came running out the front door with a huge smile on her face and the door to my escape slammed shut on me. “You’re here! Come inside.”

I turned the ignition off again and got out. I already had my answer, I didn’t need to go inside. But Nancy and I had a lot of history and the last thing I wanted to do was insult her. We had a better friendship than that. Or so I thought.

The front door was open, so I went inside.

She shut the door behind us.

“Beers are on the counter!” she called out as I walked through the living room, familiar with the layout. I’d been here more times than I could count.

I wasn’t sure exactly how I was going to explain that I was off the market, but it had to be said.

I found the beers and grabbed one, taking a sip to quench my thirst. I really needed water. The session with Lexie had really dehydrated me.

I wanted to go home to Lexie. I still wasn’t sure whether I wanted a mate and all that went with it, but I wanted her. And that was a start.

Nancy sauntered into the room naked, her tiny tits pushed out.

I groaned and closed my eyes. “Nancy. Stop.”

“Stop what?” she asked, grabbing onto my shirt and pushing the buttons through the holes at lightning speed.

I twisted away to stop her and put the beer back down on the counter. “I came here for a drink and a chat.”

Nancy folded her arms over her breasts and affected a powerful stance. Her pussy was shaved, her body sleek and strong. And not a single hair on my wolf stirred to look her way.

If anything, I was feeling sicker by the minute. Guilty. I shouldn’t be here.

Wow. You’ve got it bad.

“I’ve gotta go.”

I went to walk past her. I wasn’t sticking around to deal with this. She stepped in my way and pushed her hand against my chest. “Don’t tell me this is because of that fat little human I saw with Ollie last night?”

I growled at her, a clear warning and one her wolf wouldn’t ignore.

She snapped her trap shut but continued to glare at me.

“Get out of my way, Nancy.”

“You can’t be serious!” she said. “You’re not Ollie. You don’t want a mate for life. Or little brats hanging around your ankles. We’ve already talked about this a hundred times. You could never be faithful to a woman you have to share. This whole perfect pair shit is fucked up.”

They were the same words I’d said a thousand times to anyone who would listen. They were the same thoughts I’d expressed to her since we were twenty years old.

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