The Wolf's Mate Book 7: Lindy & The Wulfen Read Online Free Page B

as a teenager to give in to her desires and have sex whenever she felt like it.  It hadn’t been hard, when she was younger, to find a male who was interested.  As the years went by, the available males abandoned her and found mates, making it clear that she wasn’t a worthy choice.  When that happened, she hadn’t changed her ways; she had simply tried harder to seduce the single males.
    She’d hidden her lack of arousal under heavy perfume as she tried to find a male who would find her worthy of being a mate.  But no one wanted her.  The males in the pack began to find their truemates, and Lindy became a joke, a female that could be visited in the dark of night to slake a need but never taken out on a date, never taken to meet the male’s family or friends.  She had honestly believed that eventually a male would find her worthy of more than a late-night fuck, but after Luka’s insult and the way  Paul’s family had ordered her to stay away from Sunny, as if she might be tainted in some way, Lindy was beginning to believe it was impossible.
    When she got home, she called Faith.  “I’m just feeling like staying in tonight.”
    “What’s wrong?”  Faith demanded.
    Lindy hadn’t told anyone what had happened on the full moon, but she didn’t keep secrets from her friends and had no intention of starting now.  Within minutes, she’d told Faith everything that had happened.
    Faith growled.  “I’m so pissed!  Those assholes!  Sunny would be lucky to have a sweet, protective friend like you.  And Luka, I could cut off his balls and feed them to him!”
    Lindy smiled as she wiped away the tears that had fallen while she shared her heartache.  She had tried not to let the night’s events hurt her feelings, but she’d been wounded deeply.
    “Maybe my mom had the right idea about starting over.  Maybe I should just pack up and move to her place and start fresh.”
    “Fuck.  That.  I’ll be over in fifteen minutes to pick you up.  We’re going out.”
    “I really don’t want to, Faith.”
    “Don’t care.  I’ll be there.”  The call ended, and Lindy looked at the phone for a moment then put it on the coffee table.  Walking back to her bedroom, she looked inside the closet.  Tight dresses, micro-mini skirts, and revealing tops filled the walk-in.  Her work clothes were relegated to a small section of the closet, but the remainder was filled with the sort of clothes that made men think with their dick and not their brain.  Even her bedroom was a study in seduction, with satin sheets and a fur comforter, red light bulbs in the lamps, and a decorative bowl on the nightstand full of condoms.  She’d prided herself on always being prepared, but all the bowl represented to her at the moment was the many males who’d visited her bed but never stayed.
    Flipping through the clothes, she found a pale pink tank top with lace trim and grabbed a clean pair of jeans from the shelf where she kept her work clothes.  Changing quickly, she applied only a little bit of foundation to hide the dark circles her nearly sleepless night had garnered her and pulled her long, blonde hair into a ponytail.  She dropped to her knees and searched through her shoes until she found a pair of ballet flats, picked them up as she stood, and headed out of her bedroom.
    Faith opened the front door without knocking, wearing a short, black dress and sky-high heels.  “When I said ‘go out’,” she smiled, “I meant to a bar not a picnic.”
    Lindy sighed.  “I’m trying something different.”
    Faith leaned against the wall and eyed her speculatively.  “Different?”
    “I’m tired of the trampy clothes.  I hardly have anything decent to wear outside of my work shirts and jeans.  If I ever did find a guy willing to mate with me, what the hell would I wear to meet his parents?”
    Faith looked at her for a long moment and said, “When we talked about finding our mates the other day…are you trying to