Page 34 of Love That Sass

Skin tore, bones snapped, and fur sprouted where it shouldn’t be possible. His body shifted and changed from the most handsome man she had ever seen, the gentle giant she had grown to care about, and lust for, to something out of a nightmare or a dream.

Weylin Scott was no ordinary man. Gwendolyn’s breath caught in her throat as she raised her finger, pointing it at him. Then she shouted.

“WEREWOLF!”

Chapter11

Fuck.

Weylin winced as the sound of her shout did some serious damage to his supernaturally enhanced eardrums. He shook his head, waiting for her to continue with her freakout. Hell. She’d earned it.

But, to his surprise, Gwendolyn’s face went from scared to pissed. She slapped his chest, turning on a dime with her hands on her hips and began talking so fast he could hardly catch up.

“You jerk! Here, I thought you were just some he-slut, trying to get into my pants and I was working damn hard to keep you firmly friend-zoned, but really, you were just trying to keep me from learning about this supernatural secret? I am such an idiot!”

“I was forbidden to tell you by my Alpha. He gave a command! Never mind the fact the Shifter Council would have my head if I told a human we existed without claiming her. But, I mean, if it helps, I do want to get into your pants,” he mumbled, utterly confused.

“What? Hang on, we will circle back to that,” she said, blinking slowly.

Her brown eyes seemed to darken at his words, and the Wolf in him rumbled appreciatively. Damn, she really was a knockout. Sassy as all hell, too, but he found that just as attractive.

“So, what you are saying is Werewolves exist?” she asked, moving away from him.

One minute he had his arms full of wiggling, sexy, curvy woman. The next they were cold and empty, and she was pointing and screaming names at him. Now, she was asking him questions when all he wanted to do was kiss her stupid.

“No. Yes. Sort of. We don’t really call ourselves that,” Weylin tried miserably to explain.

“Dude, what did you do to her?” Cole Mingan, his Pack mate, asked from the doorway.

The others had left, but this fuckhead had come running the second he heard Gwen’s scream. Now the ponytail wearing asshat wouldn’t leave. He’d been growing his hair out, and right then Weylin hated it.

“Why don’t you get out of here? I got this,” Weylin grunted.

“He can stay, maybe he can answer some stuff too,” Gwen replied.

Well, damn. That was not what Weylin wanted at all. The thought dawned on him that maybe she was afraid of him. Like his Wolf would ever hurt her! Hell no. The monster inside him was loyal to her now. She had him, she did, mind, body, heart, and soul. He would do terrible things to make sure this woman felt safe and sound.

Hmm. Come to think of it, maybe she was right to fear him. He was a monster, and apparently, he had no scruples when it came to her. What kind of man would put one woman’s needs above all others?

Him. He would. Gwen above all else. Always.

Grrrr.

“I think you better start from the beginning,” Gwen said, head high, even if he could hear her heart hammering inside her chest.

“Okay. Well, the world is bigger than you think. Everything is not all black and white, Gwendolyn.”

“I know all about religion and the soul. I was raised by a deacon, remember?”

“Yeah, but you see, that’s the human world, the human soul, Gwen. I live in the supernatural world.”

“The supernatural world?”

“Weylin! The fuck, man?” Cole hissed.

“Shut up, Cole. She is my mate. She has to hear the truth from me. I never should have tried to hide it! For days, man, I have watched on the fringes, waiting for the ideal time to try to talk to this woman, and it has been eating me alive.”

“Shut up, man,” Cole warned, grabbing him by the collar, but Weylin grabbed him right back.

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