Page 3 of Knot What I Expected

A dominant male in a weak Pack is a ticking fucking bomb.

Eventually, somebody decides he has to die.

My mother wasn’t willing to wait around to see which one of us struck first.

So she sent me away.

Hid me right under the nose of the strongest Wolf Pack in North America.

The Macconwood Pack.

If anyone could handle me, she figured they could. And for a while, she was right.

Life was good. I went to school. Lived with a nice widow lady who treated me right. Then I turned eighteen.

And my monster woke the fuck up.

I still don’t remember everything about that night. That’s the worst part.

Pieces.

Flashes.

That’s all I got.

A pretty dress.

Perfume.

A racing heartbeat.

Fear.

Hers.

Mine.

A flirty smile aimed at another man. And my Wolf reacting to it like the goddamn predator he is.

I almost killed them.

Fuck.

Even after all these years, admitting that makes something inside my chest twist.

I almost killed a couple of innocent kids on their fucking prom night because I couldn’t control the thing living inside me.

Rafe Maccon stopped me.

Barely.

And that’s saying something.

Rafe isn’t some run-of-the-mill Pack Alpha. The male is powerful as fuck.

Strong enough that Wolves from other territories know his name. Strong enough to command respect without demanding it.

But even he looked at me differently after that night.