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Her mind probed his, trying to see if what he offered came with any tricks, but his intentions were pure. He wouldn’t try to pull a fast one on her, even if he had to ask Randy to restrain him with a straight jacket.
She giggled at the image of the alpha tied to a chair so he couldn’t meet her while she went to collect a check.
I don’t need anything but thank you.
Her answer was enough to make him curious, too.Really? How much money did your friend give you?
She hesitated again, and Trace felt her reluctance to start another argument. Her desire to have a comfortable relationship with him made him smile.
Whether she wanted to believe it or not, their mating bond was affecting her, too, and giving her a push to submit that wasn’t there before. According to the mated males in his pack, the instinct would increase exponentially after biting and bedding her.
I got a job.
His smile disappeared as he stewed over that new bit of information. With a job, she had access to more funds and could go into hiding even longer. Her ability to escape him this long was impressive, Trace had to give her that, but this wasn’t a game. This was their lives she was messing with.
Slowly, a new realization dawned on him.If you have a job, you must be staying with another pack. No human employer would hire you with the few items you left with.
Not all jobs require documentation, Trace. Not if you know the right people.
The right people? Who the hell did she know outside ofher community? He pushed those questions aside when he realized that, for the first time, she had called him by his name.
Trace couldn’t help it. Hearing his name on her lips brought forth a whole new set of fantasies. He imagined her whimpering his name as he forced his dick into her cunt from behind. Her screams of pleasure and pain mixed together. It was more than enough to make him rock hard again.
And then he remembered that he wasn’t alone. Mariam was with him, seeing the same lewd display. He felt her shock and… something else. Her arousal filled his senses. The idea of him fucking her was turning her on, too.
He watched as her hand traced the hem of her shirt before dipping lower into her shorts. His animal growled a warning to her.
No! The female’s responses belong to us!The aggressive command came straight from his wolf.
Mariam’s hand faltered, from embarrassment or obedience, Trace wasn’t sure. As much as he wanted to forbid her from masturbating, having that release in the shower was also the only thing getting him through the time they were apart. It felt wrong to say she wasn’t allowed to indulge in something he had done only moments before falling asleep.
But his wolf didn’t care. Their kind was full of double standards for males and females when it came to mates. The males set the rules, and the females obeyed, even when it was unfair. End of story.
Mariam waited, listening as he argued with his wolf, trying to reason with him, but he wasn’t having it.
It doesn’t matter,she said.I’m going to bed.
As she stood, Trace caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror, and it made his wolf howl with approval. All his anger evaporated with the new distraction. The alpha couldn’t blame him; she was as gorgeous as ever. He stared at her for as long as he could, and then the whole room went dark.
Chapter 8
I learned that the trick to avoiding Trace was to go to sleep at the same time as him. True, he had turned up a time or two in my dreams, but we were not able to have the long, disturbing conversations that we shared when one of us was awake. For some reason, when neither of us was conscious, our connection wasn't as strong.
That only lasted for a few days until he caught on to what I was doing and started sleeping on an opposite schedule.
The real problem was that I had already blabbed to him about having a job, so one day he intentionally fell asleep during regular business hours to see where I was working.
Fortunately, I had anticipated that and was one step ahead of him. As soon as I felt his presence, I put on some dollar store sunglasses and squinted my eyes until I could barely see through the lenses.
That’s not going to work. I’ll still figure it out, he said smugly.
Before I could respond, one of the kindergarten students approached me to help them tie their shoes.
"Ms. Ella, why did you put those dark glasses on your face?” the child asked, pointing to my sunglasses with innocent curiosity.
I groaned, hating that the child was giving away so much information but knowing at the same time that it wasn't their fault. I felt Trace chuckle at my dilemma as I knelt to tie the loose laces.
Ms. Ella, huh? And here I thought your name was Mariam.His voice dripped with sarcasm, which did nothing to hide the delight he felt at receiving the new information.
