Untamed: An Alpha's Promise (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Evelyn Glass
his vicious words still rang in her ears. You’ve decided to whore yourself to the enemy… This pack doesn’t need you…
Everyone she knew had come to congratulate her, but her brother hadn’t even glanced her way. With a sinking feeling she realized that this new change of leadership wasn’t going to be the blessing everyone thought it would be. Not for the Vella pack. And definitely not for her.
CHAPTER FIVE
This is the part I hate , Parker thought, listening to Charmaine’s voice on the other end of the phone as she laughed and sobbed through her announcement. She sounded a million miles away and full of doubts, and he wanted her beside him so he could talk it all through with her and encourage her to see that she deserved it. He’d never met a woman who did things with more heart than Charmaine. It was all part of why he loved her, even beyond the undeniable physical pull of their Mating.
He liked to think he would have loved her even if they were two regular humans who had met in a store or at a friend’s party instead of in the emergency room after a brawl between their respective pack members. He thought back to that night: Charmaine dressed in black like some sexy cat burglar, so fiercely protective of Scottie that he thought she would shift and rip his head off right in the hospital. She’d held her ground and despite the circumstances he’d felt a pull to her, something familiar in her fiery blue gaze that beckoned him before he ever touched her. He knew there was something special about her even before he realized she was the woman from his dreams, his Mate, the woman he was fated to spend his life with.
He recalled the days when he only knew her clean, floral scent from his dreams, when he’d spent days after each fantasy encounter longing for night to come, begging for sleep to take him so he could bury his face in her dark locks and lose himself in her exquisite heat. Now she was his, in the flesh, but he still didn’t have her, not completely. Not the way he wanted.
He hated their fragmented lives. Her family had tolerated his presence when César’s life had hung in the balance, but now it was clear they wanted her to make a choice, and he had a suspicion their choice was Scott Tyndall. His parents, to their credit, were supportive - though they worried for him, naturally, and had asked on more than one occasion if he was really sure they were Mates. He’d grown resentful of trying to explain it to them without rehashing the intimate dreams--visions, really--that he had of her, or trying to describe that jolt in the hospital when he’d pulled her out of harm’s way and known her, just like that.
It wasn’t just a physical response, and he’d never experienced anything like it with any other woman. He’d been with his share of partners and had felt the pull toward countless others he hadn’t dared touch, but never had he experienced such all-consuming desire as he had with Charmaine.
Knowing he was the only man she’d ever loved was an incredible rush; she was no virgin when he met her, but her experience was limited to say the least. Every time he watched her in the throes of ecstasy he knew he was seeing her face as no one else ever had, and he came harder because of it, marking her as his own each time he spent himself. He’d never considered himself a jealous man, and what he experienced wasn’t that exactly; it was more a feeling of complete oneness with her, a sense of both belonging to her and claiming ownership of her all at once.
He had never been as sure of anything in his life as he was about his decision to marry her and to make her his wife in the official Mating Ceremony that would bind them together in ancient Lycan tradition. The treaty between their packs forbade their union, but he and Charmaine believed they’d find a way to get the treaty renegotiated to allow their relationship. If not, they’d simply have to keep their
Everyone she knew had come to congratulate her, but her brother hadn’t even glanced her way. With a sinking feeling she realized that this new change of leadership wasn’t going to be the blessing everyone thought it would be. Not for the Vella pack. And definitely not for her.
CHAPTER FIVE
This is the part I hate , Parker thought, listening to Charmaine’s voice on the other end of the phone as she laughed and sobbed through her announcement. She sounded a million miles away and full of doubts, and he wanted her beside him so he could talk it all through with her and encourage her to see that she deserved it. He’d never met a woman who did things with more heart than Charmaine. It was all part of why he loved her, even beyond the undeniable physical pull of their Mating.
He liked to think he would have loved her even if they were two regular humans who had met in a store or at a friend’s party instead of in the emergency room after a brawl between their respective pack members. He thought back to that night: Charmaine dressed in black like some sexy cat burglar, so fiercely protective of Scottie that he thought she would shift and rip his head off right in the hospital. She’d held her ground and despite the circumstances he’d felt a pull to her, something familiar in her fiery blue gaze that beckoned him before he ever touched her. He knew there was something special about her even before he realized she was the woman from his dreams, his Mate, the woman he was fated to spend his life with.
He recalled the days when he only knew her clean, floral scent from his dreams, when he’d spent days after each fantasy encounter longing for night to come, begging for sleep to take him so he could bury his face in her dark locks and lose himself in her exquisite heat. Now she was his, in the flesh, but he still didn’t have her, not completely. Not the way he wanted.
He hated their fragmented lives. Her family had tolerated his presence when César’s life had hung in the balance, but now it was clear they wanted her to make a choice, and he had a suspicion their choice was Scott Tyndall. His parents, to their credit, were supportive - though they worried for him, naturally, and had asked on more than one occasion if he was really sure they were Mates. He’d grown resentful of trying to explain it to them without rehashing the intimate dreams--visions, really--that he had of her, or trying to describe that jolt in the hospital when he’d pulled her out of harm’s way and known her, just like that.
It wasn’t just a physical response, and he’d never experienced anything like it with any other woman. He’d been with his share of partners and had felt the pull toward countless others he hadn’t dared touch, but never had he experienced such all-consuming desire as he had with Charmaine.
Knowing he was the only man she’d ever loved was an incredible rush; she was no virgin when he met her, but her experience was limited to say the least. Every time he watched her in the throes of ecstasy he knew he was seeing her face as no one else ever had, and he came harder because of it, marking her as his own each time he spent himself. He’d never considered himself a jealous man, and what he experienced wasn’t that exactly; it was more a feeling of complete oneness with her, a sense of both belonging to her and claiming ownership of her all at once.
He had never been as sure of anything in his life as he was about his decision to marry her and to make her his wife in the official Mating Ceremony that would bind them together in ancient Lycan tradition. The treaty between their packs forbade their union, but he and Charmaine believed they’d find a way to get the treaty renegotiated to allow their relationship. If not, they’d simply have to keep their
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