Page 8 of Wolf Arranged

Patrick led me through the foyer and to a large staircase.

I gripped the banister, using it for support, though with my clammy hands, it didn’t help as much as I’d like.

My pulse roared in my ears so loud that it was all I could hear, so when we stopped in front of a door, it took me a minute to realize that Patrick had said something.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry.”

Patrick rolled his eyes and pointed to the door. “This is Lincoln’s room. He is waiting for you.”

I stared at the doorknob. Lincoln, my mate…my breeding partner…was on the other side. Would he pounce on me as soon as I walked inside?

A cold chill zipped down my spine at the thought. I wasn’t ready for this.

Patrick huffed. “I have other things to do. If you make me late, I’ll be sure to let Alpha know it was your fault.”

My eyes widened at his threat.

I turned toward the door. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might explode. That might not be a bad thing at this point.

My hand trembled as I reached for the door. I twisted the knob, nausea churning in my belly as the door creaked open.

Three

He was sitting onthe bed with his back to me.

Patrick shoved me from behind. “Go in already. I ain’t got all day.”

I gasped and stumbled over my feet as I all but fell into the room.

Lincoln, or at least that was who I assumed was on the bed, stiffened, but he didn’t turn. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it as I drew in deep breaths.

This was happening.

His scent hit me first. An earthy pine. It should be a sin for a monster to smell so wonderful. His scent called to me on a primal level. Heat pooled in my belly.

My body was reacting to him in ways I hadn’t imagined. I’d never been drawn to another wolf before. Not like this. And I hadn’t even seen his face yet.

I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my inhales shallow so I didn’t breathe too much of him in. It wasn’t easy. His tantalizing aroma was everywhere.

It wrapped me in a warm blanket and made me feel safe, even though I had no reason to. Lincoln had to be just as bad as his dad. How could he not be? I had no business feeling anything for him.

I shifted on my feet. He hadn’t moved from his spot on the bed. The only sign I had that he knew I was here was the way he fisted his hands in his lap.

I darted my eyes around his room. It was simple, with gray walls and no décor. There were two dressers and two end tables and a king-size bed in the middle. The comforter and sheets were a silky black.

This pack really didn’t like color. It made me miss the soft colors of home and my pictures that lined my walls. I continued to scan the room, searching for any semblance of what I was used to.

To my right were two doors. A closet and maybe a bathroom? With both doors shut, it was hard to tell.

I took a step forward, wincing when the floorboards creaked beneath my weight.

Lincoln exhaled loudly and turned to me.

The air whooshed out of my lungs the second I saw him. He was gorgeous, with pale-blue eyes and raven-black hair. The dark-gray tee he wore fit over his muscular torso like a glove.

Arousal coursed through me. I ran my fingers through my hair as heat flared over my cheeks. He might be sexy as sin, but he was a monster until he proved to be otherwise.

He stood slowly and swiped both his hands on his jeans. “You must be Sloane.”

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