by Anne Marsh
Naturally, the werewolf picked that moment to groan and roll to his feet, proving all over again that he was ten different kinds of stupid. Done dealing with him and his shit, I slammed a fist into his jaw. Reacting beat the hell out of chitchatting.
“Nice,” Var whistled. “Your management style is direct and forceful. I’m sure Calder will be properly appreciative when he returns from the honeymoon and only some of his wolves are broken.”
The wolf female flinched and scooted backward, so naturally I turned straight back to her like a Viking homing pigeon. There was no reason for me to be so interested in her. I’d accomplished the rescue and now I was free and clear to leave. My bear rumbled a protest. Yeah. Maybe leaving wasn’t on the day’s agenda. I has a feeling though that I was looking at her like I had some brand-new Friday evening plans of my own.
“You got a name, sweetheart?” Var crouched, reaching for the female. Fuck If I knew what my brother was doing—his dating life had become nonexistence after he’d been the third in our leader’s threesome—but I didn’t want him touching the little werewolf and that was an unwelcome surprise. My bear got right on board with the possessiveness too, trying to shift right through my skin.
“Yeah,” I growled, feeling my bear rise toward the surface. “Mine.”
Fuck me, but he needed to rethink his react first, think later mission statement. Vars halted his forward momentum, shooting me a glance like he wanted to know what was up. Problem was, I had no idea.
“Mine,” I repeated. Yeah. That was my voice making claims. Funny how the word still sounded right.
“Funny,” Var rumbled and the bastard sounded like he was trying to keep his laughter at bay. “Is she the secret weapon?”
Ha ha.
The little wolf’s back hit the wall, cutting off her escape route—hadn’t I told her to run for the door, first chance she got?—and she tipped her head back. The curtain of brown hair fell back from her face, giving me a good look at the purple and yellow bruises decorating her left cheekbone—and the world kind of came to a standstill like I was starring in my very own greeting card commercial. One of those hokey ones where the lovesick bastard lopes across a flower-filled meadow pulling dance moves no self-respecting male would ever cop to, let alone with an audience. My bear hummed happily, clearly more in tune with his inner Hallmark than I was.
And now that I’d had a good look at her face, I realized that I knew this werewolf. She was considerably more dinged up and battered than the first and only time I’d seen her before, which made me see red all over again. Of course, she hadn’t been in a good situation before either, but maybe I could fix things this time. I’d chosen to be the good guy that night and walk away from what had been offered to me, but here was Fate, dangling her in front of my nose again. I’d treat her better than the fucking werewolf, that was for certain.
“Bera.” I punched Var in the midsection. Hard. “Her name is Bera.”
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About the Author
After ten years of graduate school and too many degrees, Anne Marsh escaped to become a technical writer. When not planted firmly in front of the laptop translating Engineer into English, Anne enjoys gardening, running (even if it’s just to the 7-11 for slurpees), and reading books curled up with her kids. The best part of writing romance, however, is finally being able to answer the question: “So… what do you do with a PhD in Slavic Languages and Literatures?” She lives in Northern California with her husband, two kids and four cats.
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Contents
Wolf's Property
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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