Bound to the Tribe (Bound to the Pack, #2) by Sonja Morelle Read Free Book Online Page A

torn between duty to us all by going out for information and his own desire to take me right then and there.
    Sadly, duty won out.
    Walking out of the lobby the look of desire on his face said that once he finally got his hands on me he wouldn’t be letting go for a long, long time. Teasing him was quickly becoming my favorite hobby.
    I smiled widely as we got into a cab, thinking about what my night would be like once we got back from the club.
    Once Liam finally got what he desired.
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    I had to admit that maybe Kris had been right, a little anyway. I was actually having a good time at some place called Eclipse, obviously a shifter club, just watching the people around me.
    It was still early and that suited me just fine. By the time the uncomfortable crowds would be there I’d be perfectly buzzed.
    The club was in Montreal in name only, it had been quite the ride getting here. Unsurprisingly, most shifters avoided human cities. More surprisingly, to me at least, the club was clean, the music was alright and not played painfully loud, and it wasn’t pitch black.
    Looking around at the patrons and staff it suddenly struck me that I seemed to have gained some way to identify shifters. Probably the bond. All but me and one waitress were shifters, and the waitress was marked as somebodies mate.
    I was even getting a feel for what type of shifter each was. There were two bouncers who had frisked us for weapons when we entered. One of them was a bear, the other a big cat of some kind, tiger? The club being in Canada I wasn’t surprised to see a trio of what were clearly moose shifters at one of the tables.
    It was all so amazing.
    Liam had apparently never had anything more than a cup of wine before and Kris was introducing him to the new world of alcohol and getting good and drunk like any older sibling should.
    He had protested at first, saying it smelled like poison, but since the rest of us were all drinking it he finally decided to give it a try. Troy poking fun at him probably had something to do with it as well.
    After a few beers, a few mixed drinks, and two rounds of shots he announced that he ‘finally understood now’ with a broad smile.
    Kristen had always loved to dance, but surprisingly so did Troy. Reluctant at first, but finally giving in, they had been dancing most of the night so far. They only stopped occasionally to get another drink or to try and get me out there too.
    I’d rather have two broken legs than go up there and dance. And, sadly, I had to admit to myself that the broken legs might actually help me dance better.
    Fortunately Liam didn’t want to dance either, at least not this kind of dancing. He apparently knew how to waltz and he stared once at the dancers and shook his head, frowning. We ended up having a wonderful time just sitting at our table and talking.
    Well, I talked. He just kept staring at me and telling me how beautiful I was. I could have listened to that all night without getting tired of hearing him say it.
    I had never really cared to dress up before, but it seemed like it was worth the effort if it caused him to act like this. He obviously wanted to take me right then and there, but couldn’t with the growing crowd, and it was driving him even more crazy.
    Teasing him all day had brought me a pleasure all my own.
    One surprising side effect of not dancing with Liam was that any time he left to get another round of drinks or to use the bathroom, someone would inevitably appear next to me as if by magic. Sometimes more than one would approach me together.
    They were all obviously shifters and they all asked me to dance, though I always declined. They would nod, smile, and walk away.
    Many came back again and again.
    I was surprised at how polite they all seemed and, as crazy as it was, I found myself actually enjoying the attention. It seemed like a game and I found myself laughing when I said no to one of them for the fifth time.
    They would always melt back into the