Jaxson's Angel by Serena Pettus Read Free Book Online

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    While she slowly sat up, she realized she wasn't in the boat's cabin, or at her beach-house for that matter. No, she was in Colton and Jaxson's home, judging by the pictures and such scattered about. What was she doing here? She'd been at the boat with Colton before…she must have passed out because that's all she remembered. Well, that and her hallucination of a large wolf turning into Jaxson.
    Angel made her way through the house, following the sound of voices to the kitchen, but paused before either brother came into sight.
    They were talking about her.
    "Do you think she'll freak out? I mean, she's read your books and said she would embrace a bonding, but do you think she could accept me?" It was Jaxson speaking, and his voice was hoarse with fear.
    "Just breathe, bro. You can't do anything but wait and see at this point. She'll either accept you're a werewolf, or she'll leave. The one thing you have to do is just let her know your feelings and then the decision is up to her, and you know that." Colton's voice was soft and soothing, sort of like one would use with a small child or a frightened animal.
    "Of course you can sit there and be all calm. It's not your future on the line. If she rejects me, Colton, then I don't know what will happen." His voice was lower, almost too low for Angel to make out, but the pain was there to hear and it tore at her heart.
    "Nothing will happen because I won't lose you," Colton snapped. "I'll be with you every second of every day to ensure you don't do anything stupid."
    "Thanks, man." Jaxson sounded rough and Angel just wanted to rush over and hug him, to reassure him, but something they'd said had her feet rooted to the ground.
    Werewolf .
    "She's already seen your wolf and she didn't scream, so that's got to be a good sign, right?" Colton hedged.
    Jaxson snorted. "She didn't scream because she passed out, you fool. It's kind of hard to scream when you're unconscious."
    "Yeah, but she's good with weird. I've read some books by a few of the other authors she used to represent, and trust me, there are some pretty strange things running through the minds of writers."
    "Well reading it is one thing, but living it is another. If I sleep with her, then that's it. We'll be mated then, and I'll be little better than a deranged stalker if she leaves me. I refuse to do that to her, so I need her to make the choice. Now, though, I'm not so sure of the outcome."
    "Listen," Colton cut in, "I pretty much described the mating process to a T, and I can tell you, based on my fan mail alone, women all hope for that kind of relationship with their man." He snickered and added, "I remember one woman said it would be perfect because she could really send him to the doghouse when he ticked her off."
    Angel fought to stifle her giggle. She remembered the letter as well, but could she really jump into a relationship with a werewolf? None of this was making sense to her.
    Was she still asleep? Perhaps this was all a part of some fevered dream?
    No, she just needed to get away from here and think. Once she grabbed her purse, she quietly exited through the door in her room that led to the porch. Angel made it to the road and began to head back to the beach-shops and bars, intent on having a drink or two and figuring out her next move.
    Even though her heart had clearly already decided, her head was still trying to understand, and until those two came to a consensus, she was stuck.
    * * * *
    "She's been asleep for a long time, Colton."
    "She's had a shock, Jaxson. Just leave her be. She could even be awake in there, thinking about what she's seen and trying to process everything."
    "All the more reason for me to check on her," Jaxson said as he rose from the table to do just that. But what he found nearly stopped his heart.
    Her scent was out in the hall, almost to the kitchen. It was faint, she'd been there a while ago, but as he followed it back to her room, he already knew what he would find. His chest