Healing Her Wolf: Paranormal Werewolf Romance Read Online Free

was stuck as a wolf the entire night hit him like a bucket of cold water. His mate was beautiful and naked and there was nothing he could do but sit there and watch.
    “What is it, boy? I’m guessing you haven’t seen a lot of naked women?” she asked, then put on her clean pair of panties.
    He watched her walk over to her bed, and she grabbed a pair of black shorts and a faded gray t-shirt from under the pillow. She had no idea he wasn’t a real wolf, and there was no way he could explain things to her. Not now. He tried to ignore the stab of guilt at having ogled her just then. Damn, he should’ve turned away or covered his eyes with a paw. He lay down on the rug at the foot of her bed, listening to his mate get comfortable under the sheets. He would do better in the morning, he told himself. He would explain things to her calmly and reasonably, and then he would leave and give her her space, and she would agree to date him and they could take things slow, but not too slow.
    Falling asleep was hard. He rarely slept as a wolf, preferring to sleep in his bed and he usually took care to avoid transforming during the full moon. He drifted off eventually, dreaming of running through the woods with his mate, and of making love to her on the grass.
    He was woken from his dreams by the stabbing pain that accompanied every transformation back into a human, made all the worse for it happening involuntarily. Just as the full moon forced him to stay a wolf if he chose to transform during it, the morning after forced him to shift back into a human. He hissed and snarled at the pain spreading through his body, at the rippling of his skin as fur was replaced by bare flesh.
    Konrad cried out in pain when he felt something heavy hit the back of his head. “Hey!” he shouted, flailing with one arm to ward off whatever it was that tried to attack him.
    “Get the hell out of my house, you freak!”
    He was still breathing through the remnants of the pain, and it took Konrad a few seconds to realize why he was lying on a rug and why someone was yelling at him. And throwing things at him. “I can explain,” he said, curling up into a ball in case she wanted to throw more things at him.
    “How did you even get in? I locked up everything! And where are your clothes?”
    Those were miles away. Konrad took the risk of sitting up to look at his mate. In the morning light, sitting upright in bed with her hair tousled from sleeping, she looked as perfect as last night, and his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. “Hi,” he said, beaming contently at her.
    Her mouth dropped, she huffed with indignation and then grabbed a paperback from her nightstand to throw at him.
    He ducked out of the way, cursing himself for being an idiot. “Look, like I said, I can explain.”
    “Can you?” she asked, grabbing her phone. “I’m gonna call the police on you.”
    “Aren’t you wondering what happened to the wolf?” he said, before she could press a single button.
    Her fingers froze, hovering above her screen. Slowly, she turned to look at him again. “How do you know about the wolf?”
    She probably assumed the animal had fled when he had broken in. Konrad shifted on the rug, moving his legs to keep his decency somewhat intact, and wished he had the time to explain things differently, but he couldn’t. “Because I am the wolf.” He looked at her, hoping she didn’t decide to call for a doctor instead. Please, she was his mate; she had to give him the benefit of the doubt.
    She let out a nervous laugh. “You are the wolf.”
    He nodded. “Please. I can prove it.”
    “You can — you can prove it.” She threw the sheets aside, and got out of bed. She was still holding the phone, and he couldn’t help but notice her hand was trembling slightly. “Go on.”
    He could tell she was ready to bolt if he made the wrong move. “This is going to look weird, and painful,” he warned her. It would be very painful for him; he was still