Page 34 of Claimed by the Pack

“I told him you don't want to see him,” Myrna said.

“May I let the dog bite him?”

Cheyenne looked like she was trying hard to keep a straight face. “No Myrna, you may not let the dog bite him. Let him in please.”

Myrna practically growled and rolled her eyes. I wondered if Cheyenne told her I drugged and kidnapped her. But what was that girlfriend thing about? She stepped out of the way and I stepped around her so that her little leg couldn't reach if she wanted to kick me.

Gray was down on his haunches, growling at me.

I glared at him and then looked up at Cheyenne and smiled. “Myrna, would you mind giving us a little privacy?” she asked her friend.

She sighed, gave me another dirty look and said, “I'll be in my room until Brett gets here. Call me if you need me.”

“I will,” Cheyenne said. We watched Myrna go down the hall and then into her room. She slammed the door behind her. Cheyenne looked at me then and said, “I'm sorry. She's unhappy with you.”

“I see that,” I told her. Gray was still growling and Cheyenne looked at him and said,

“Do you want to go in the room too?” Gray stopped growling immediately and actually rubbed himself up against my leg.

I almost threw him off of me.

Little jerk.

“Thank you,” Cheyenne said to him. To me she said,

“You can have a seat.” I sat down and she sat opposite me. Her scent was driving me crazy. My body was reacting to her and I was scared to death that she was going to see the tent that was rising in the front of my jeans.

“So what's up, Ridge? Am I wrong, or did Chelsea say we shouldn't see each other again?”

“No, you're not wrong. She said that, but they changed their minds.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because I explained to them how I feel about you.”

She raised an eyebrow and said, “And how is that?”

“I think you're my mate. I can't stop thinking about you, Cheyenne. You're beautiful, you're smart, you have a great heart...”

She was shaking her head.

“Ridge, you don't know me. How could you know any of those things about me...except the beautiful part, and that makes me think you need glasses.”

“Wolves have senses that humans don't have, Cheyenne, that's the only way I can explain it. That's why humans need time for dating and what not, and wolves...they just mate. They just know. I can feel your heart. I know it's good. And you are so wrong about your looks. You literally took my breath away just now.”

Her face flushed red.

I loved that she was so humble too. She was also nervous, I could smell it. She put her hand out and Gray went right to her. I watched, almost appalled as he jumped up next to her and cuddled up...on her lap. I could hardly breathe as the shock of him doing that right in front of me started to turn into anger. I wanted to shift and eat him alive as I watched her stroke his fur...so intimately.

“Cheyenne, about that dog...” Gray lifted his head and looked at me with those blue eyes of his. I saw him as a pup suddenly and reminded myself that he was the closest thing I had to a brother and I'd asked him to do this. But damn it, I wanted her stroking me, not him.

“Yes?”

“Um...I was just wondering where he came from. You didn't have a dog before, did you?”

“No, but how would you know that?”

“Smell,” I said, quickly. “I would have smelled him on you. Anyways, back to us...” She had stopped petting Gray. He whined and she started again. The little bastard.

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