Page 71 of Ruthless Alpha Beast
I realize that the reason Tara is so worked up is because she thinks that I’m telling her she’s nothing. A weak human with no attributes, nothing useful to provide.
And that’s not the case. I know she’s smart, I know she’s strong, I mean, hell, she managed to keep off that shadow monster for who knows how long.
She’s impressive, but she doesn’t have the abilities we do. She needs to be protected.
We walk in silence until we get to the house, and once we’re inside, she begins to storm upstairs.
“Tara,” I brush her arm. “Wait.”
“What?”
“I don’t think you have lowly human legs.”
She smiles a little at that, but she’s still annoyed.
She does kinda have lowly human legs, but that’s not her fault. She actually has pretty nice legs; my wolf has thought about them a lot.
“That’s a lie,” she says. “You do.”
Looking at her now, all I feel is regret about the way I treated her in the past. I said some pretty harsh things to her, things about humans that I don’t even believe anymore.
Yes, we’re different.
They can’t do a lot of things that we can; we’re faster, stronger, heal quicker. But Tara has a certain grace that I don’t.
She has calmness that I’ll never have, and she’s smart. Super smart.
My chest aches.
“I don’t see you how you think I see you. At least not anymore.”
She nods, looking away, and I can see the pain in her eyes. Tara has changed the way I see humans; she did fromthe moment I met her, and ever since this ‘relationship’, she’s changed it a whole lot more.
“I’m sorry about what I said. I know you’re capable, Tara. You’ve managed to survive in a pack full of chaotic shifters.”
“If I’m so capable, then why won’t you let me help?”
“Because it’s still a death wish.”
“Why do you care?! Wouldn’t it be easier for me not to be around? One less problem to deal with?”
“So, I should have let the shadow monster have you then?”
I’m inches away from her, my body tightening with the idea of her getting taken by that shadow monster.
I feel so much anger, it’s like I need to shift.
And then my wolf tells me something else.
I’m hard.
I don’t know when it happened, but there’s no doubt about it. I’m rock-hard.
Fuck, I want her.
Her eyes are desperate, she stares at my lips and then at my chest. In true Tara fashion, she’s pretending she’s not doing it, but I know whatherarousal looks like.
I can smell it too.
