Claimed by the Wolf (BWWM Erotic Paranormal Romance) by Candi Jackson Read Free Book Online Page B

hard.”
    “And then Grant just goes around and sleeps with anyone. . . .” She whirled on me. “Do you have any idea what it feels like not to be able to run with the pack? To be the lame duck who feels the call of the moon in her bones and can’t respond ?”
    Tears ran down her face. I just watched, not sure what to do. My heart hurt for the girl. This in-between state was clearly not a good place to be.
    “And I can’t even date normal humans, because I’m not allowed to tell them what I am! No one’s supposed to find out about the packs. They were almost hunted to extinction a few hundred years ago. We can’t let that happen again.”
    I dropped my purse, kicked off my shoes, and went over to her. “Listen,” I said firmly. “There’s nothing wrong with you. I don’t know why you were born that way, but maybe you’re supposed to be a bridge between worlds or something.” I shrugged. “How do I know? I just know the world is filled with mysteries, and only God or the universe knows the answers.”
    I’d meant that to be comforting, but her head snapped up. The look on her face cut as fiercely as a knife point. “He knocked you up, didn’t he.”
    My eyes flew wide open. “Wh-what?”
    Caro advanced on me. “Please do me the courtesy of not treating me like I’m stupid. It’s not much to ask. Admit it: there is no other reason Grant would endanger our entire pack for a mere human unless she were carrying his child.”
    If Caro could put the pieces together, so could the other werewolves. Maybe I really was in more trouble than I could even imagine.
    But I couldn’t let her see how scared I was. I stuck my face in hers. “I didn’t ask for this, you know. I’d take back that whole night if I could.”
    She shook her head, and I saw she was still crying. “What if—what if your child turned out like this? Surely even you are not that cruel.”
    I didn’t know what to say. “Then . . . then I’d take them and raise them as a human. What else?”
    Caro burst out laughing. “Don’t you understand? Surely you are not that simple. The packs would never leave you alone! You carry the heir to the Golden Stripes throne, as it were. They wouldn’t be satisfied until the child was dead. You’ll never escape now. You should never have slept with Mr. Beal.”
    Without waiting for me to answer, she turned on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
    I couldn’t think any longer. My head throbbed, my heart ached, and my stomach felt like someone had left something to rot in it. My poor child. I hadn’t thought that far at all, but Caro was right. We were stuck, both of us.
    I threw myself into the huge bed. This time, the silken sheets were no comfort.
    One last thought circled in my head before I fell asleep. I had my last nursing exam in the morning! What would happen when I never turned up?
    * * *
    I woke to the feel of strong arms encircling me and warm lips on my neck. Grant!
    My whole body came alive, like someone had shot electricity through it. My own hands reached out, eager to touch his skin, to draw him as close as possible.
    Our mouths met, hungry, and tongues swirled, his aggressive, searching out mine. From that hot, wet contact alone, I moaned. I couldn’t help but imagine that muscular tongue working its magic all over my body.
    Grant rolled me onto my back and gazed down at me. In the moonlight pouring through the window, his eyes were dark as emeralds.
    “You’re going to have my child,” he murmured, “my heir. The mother of my child.” His voice, deep as it was, grew even lower with wonder. I smiled as he slowly undressed me. “Whatever happens,” he promised, “I’ll take care of you. We’ll all take care of you.”
    I nibbled on his earlobe and blew into his ear, making him start with pleasure. “But what about telling the others?”
    He pulled back. “What do you mean?”
    I fumbled for the lamp and pulled the chain, blinding us both with instant