Page 60 of A Wolf's Treasure
“A nightmare.”
She nodded, unable to say anymore and still afraid to look at him.
Long seconds went by. Then, without a word, he turned and left the room. A second later she heard the bathroom door slam and the water come on.
She looked around the room without actually seeing it. Was she so repulsive to him? Had she completely misread him?
As she thought it through, she bit her lower lip and felt the blood drain from her face. She’d been a fool. Her earlier thinking was completely wrong. He didn’t smile at her with that easy grin like he did with other females. He didn’t wink. He didn’t tease. He didn’t flirt.
He stared at her like she was about to grow horns and drag him down to the Christian’s hell to spend eternity in what she now knew were his nightmares.
And he fucked her when she worked him up to it or when he wanted to use her to prove, thanks to her, that her people hadn’t broken him. That he was still a male.
She horrified him.
Red hot anger filled the whole in her chest. Ryanne climbed out of his bed and used her discarded shirt to clean herself off. She wasn’t going to sit here and wait for him to come out just so she could see the disgust in his eyes and see the tension in the way he held himself around her.
Marching back to her room, she rooted around in the closet until she found a black, heavy pullover shirt. Unfortunately, the only pants were jeans that were tight around her hips and ass and way too long. But after she folded them up into cuffs at the bottom, they weren’t too bad. Moving fast now, she found her socks and boots and put them on, then went out to the kitchen and helped herself to the sandwich makings and fruit.
At the door, she paused. The alarms would go off when she left, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She didn’t know the code. And she knew without a doubt Duncan would be hot on her heels as soon as left. Not because he cared, but because those were the orders his alpha gave him.
Think, Ryanne. Think.
The water shut off in the bedroom. She was out of time.
With one last, longing look down the hallway, she unlocked the door, pulled it open, and ran out the door.
Chapter 20
Duncan stood under the warm spray of the shower, his hands braced on the tiles as the water flowed over his head and down his body.
Horror filled him. And shame. But mostly horror.
He couldn’t believe what had just happened. What he had just done. When he’d gone to bed, he’d been angry, aye. But that was no excuse for how he’d reacted to finding her in his room, even if he had still been lost in the throes of the dream he’d been having.
How was he to face her after acting like such a beast?
Knowing he couldn’t put if off forever and thinking he may as well rip off the band aid, he turned off the water and grabbed the nearest towel. Luckily there had already been a couple of them hanging in the bathroom, or he’d be drip drying right now.
An alarm began to beep throughout the house, pulling Duncan from his thoughts of self-disgust. Fear shot through him at such a rate that for a moment, he was completely frozen. “Fookin’ hell!”
That was the interior alarm. They’d been found.
Wrapping the towel around his waist, he threw open the bathroom door and ran back to his room, heart pounding in his chest even as a cold calm coming over his thoughts. He would get her out and to safety. And then he would apologize for acting like he had and pray to all of the gods she could forgive him.
But when he got there, the door to his room was open and Ryanne was gone. “Ryanne!”
Duncan ran to the closet and threw on a pair of jeans, yelling over the alarm. “Ryanne! Lass, where are ye?” Barefoot and bare chested, he ran to her room, thinking she must be searching for something to cover herself.
It was empty.
“Ryanne!” Icy fingers crept through him, settling into a block of ice in his chest. Stopping in the middle of the hall, he forced himself to calm as he listened. But he heard nothing except the loud beeping of now both the interiorandexterior alarms and a light drizzle of rain on the roof.
Wait.
The interior alarm had gone off first.
He began to search the house, hoping he was wrong.
