Dragon's Mate
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She was scared and nervous – and excited.
He wiggled his eyebrows. “Do I really look like a demon to you?” he asked, bemusedly.
If hell is as hot as you are, then I wouldn’t mind spending a weekend there. Not at all.
“And what do you call yourself? A fallen angel? A mutant? Perhaps EF16 or whatever?” Her brows arched in annoyance.
He raised both of his hands in the air.
“Whoa whoa… What’s EF16?”
“Experiment Failure Number 16.”
He laughed, filling her ears with such a crisp tone of enjoyment. “You do have a good sense of humor, Alli. No wonder your father loved you so much.”
She felt her face heat up – and her ears burn – when he mentioned her nickname. Only her father had ever called her that.
“Don’t talk about my father like you know him. Who are you? Why are you here? What are you? Why do you know me?” She paused to take a breath. “C-C-Could you please…” she looked away, “cover yourself, and your … thing?”
“Too late for that, eh?”
She heard him chuckle.
“One question at a time. Relax, we have all night to answer all your questions.”
“I don’t have that kind of luxury, creature. My father is missing. And I need to find him,” she hissed.
“Brandon is the name,” his voice became serious. “I’m half-human, half-wolf.”
“And you expect me to believe that?”
“Well, you don’t have a choice. You’re stuck with me tonight. Or would you rather spend the night outside?”
“Explain.”
“Would love to.”
“Get dressed.”
“I will.”
“Good.”
She was expecting him to leave. But she felt his eyes pinning her to the spot. “What?” she asked, pointing the frying pan to his face when she turned on her heels.
“I wouldn’t mind if you like keeping my towel around your body, though.” His mouth curled into a naughty smile, eyeing her from head to toe.
“Pervert!” she grumbled. How could she forget about her clothes?
Quickly, Allison grabbed her slightly damp clothes from the improvised clothesline she made near the fireplace.
“I’ll use the bathroom,” she said with head held high, acting like the madam that she was.
“As long as you like.”
A few more minutes passed, and they were already sharing a cup of tea in the kitchen. Allison stayed alert for any unnecessary movement from the half-human, half-wolf who had introduced himself as Brandon Scott.
“Talk,” she ordered him.
Brandon looked extremely handsome in his white cotton long-sleeved top and gray pajamas. And Allison was doing the best she could to keep her eyes on the table. But she just couldn’t resist his beauty.
Damn it, Allison.
“I am your father’s loyal servant,” he spoke in a husky voice, causing her hair to stand on end. “He saved me from death, and he was the father that I never had.”
He looked at her for a split second – waiting for her reaction.
“Go on.”
“He asked me to look out for you since you were twelve. He was very worried when you started asking about the Wakerlin’s forest. He wanted you to be safe.” He nodded.
“Safe from what?”
“Safe from the likes of us.”
“Us? You meant someone like you?” she chuckled sarcastically.
“No, I meant us – me and your dad. He was…“
“Stop,” she waved a hand, having the feeling that she was not going like what he has to say.
“Did you ever wonder why you were never allowed in this forest?”
Allison averted her eyes when he met her gaze. She knew her eyes were too expressive. She didn’t want him to see through her. He was still a stranger, after all.
A hot stranger.
“When you crossed the hanging bridge, you entered the home village of the pack – East Pack. There are a lot of wolves around here. And that is the reason why you were forbidden to go near the forest.” He paused and released a deep sigh.
“And it was my job to keep you away from here – from them – because you’re human. And Marco didn’t want you to be scared of him. He wanted you to live a normal and peaceful life.”
“W-what… W-w-why… I-I…” she stuttered, shaking her head. She couldn’t quite comprehend what the man was saying.
Her father was a wolf, too. And just not just an ordinary one, but the leader of some pack.
“That’s ridiculous,” she murmured in uncertainty.
Marco Farkas left every month for business trips because of his company. He loved to eat meat because it was his preference. He was strong and healthy at the age of fifty-seven because he had been taking care of his diet and exercised regularly. He didn’t want her in the woods because he was protective of his only daughter.
He did all of those things because he was human – and a father – not a wolf.
No, it can’t be.
“And Franklin, your father’s assistant, is one as well,” Brandon added, as if it wasn’t obvious that she didn’t want to hear anything from him anymore. “He’s your uncle, actually. But a distan-“
“Stop. Stop!”
“You don’t have a choice.”
“And what do you want me to do? Nod and believe every word you say?” she scoffed, her blood pressure rising.
“Look, your father has been missing for three days. The pack is in turmoil because of his absence. And there is something odd about this storm,” he said, just as a sharp spark of lightning flickered, followed by a loud boom of thunder.
Allison pressed her eyes shut and covered both of her ears. “I can’t hear you,” she muttered childishly, rolling her eyes in annoyance when the thunder died down.
Brandon gave her a mocking grin.
“You’re twenty-three and still afraid of thunder and lightning.”
“So?”
“Nothing, I just find it funny. Marco is a brave man. And as an Alpha, he imposes fear amongst other wolves. And here you are – a scaredy-cat.”
She frowned.
“I’m sorry,” Brandon raised both of his hands. “As I was saying, something is odd about this storm.”
“Of course, it’s weird. It’s summer,” she retorted sarcastically, shooting him a deadly glare.
“No, it’s odd because we never experience storms around here. Heavy rainfall, yes, but no storms. This forest is under the blessing of nature fairies, and they maintain the weather here. Storms are bad omens.”
Allison felt her heart beating wildly inside her ribcage. “What do you mean?”
“Storms only happen when a wolf dies – in the forest.”
A sudden rush of anxiety and loneliness filled her heart. She was not yet ready to accept the idea that her father was a wolf. But she silently prayed that Brandon meant was wrong.
“We need to find your father. ASAP.”
“I know,” she mumbled, agreeing with the wolf-man for the first time.
“Rest. You can sleep in the bedroom, and I’ll stand guard.”
With that, the handsome stranger was replaced with the snowy wolf – leaving his clothes on the floor. Its green eyes watched her before taking its big stature to the empty couch.
“I have to say that I like your wolf form better,” Allison stated, finishing her tea, “because I can’t understand what you’re saying.”
Brandon whimpered before rolling his tongue out.
“You’re a good doggy.”
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