Publicly Exhibited [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Read Free Book Online Page A

Hamilton but I couldn’t tell them to rush or that might make people look twice at the request,” he half apologized.
    “You’ve been far kinder to us than we have any right to expect. Being able to sleep knowing no one will kick the door down and drag us away is such a relief. At times I wonder if I’ve blown this whole situation out of proportion. If I truly am going mad. Then I remember Bailey’s face as he tried to pull me into his car. It was horrible. He was so—so very angry. And I don’t know why he would be,” said Hawthorne.
    “Relax. He can’t get you now. You’re under our protection.” Cadfael’s voice was stern and he exuded an authority he seldom used, that of the Alpha of the pack. His tone of voice told Rhion more clearly than any words could how much he cared for Willow and Hawthorne.
    After a few moments’ silence, Hawthorne said, “What kind of businesses are there in this part of the building? Are any of them looking for an office worker, do you know?”
    “Is that what you do? Work in an office?” he asked her.
    “Not exactly. We’re both scientists, but I can’t imagine much need for chemists and DNA testers here right now.”
    Rhion had to school his face carefully not to answer that they were very interested in scientists. Fortunately Cadfael spoke, asking them about their work.
    Rhion didn’t know a whole lot about science but he did know that werewolf packs around the world were all experiencing the same problem as his pack faced. Namely, a decline in the number of girls born over the last two generations. When werewolves continued mating other werewolves, only about one third of babies were female. But if wolves mated human women the numbers jumped back up to fifty-fifty. Of course, the odds of the baby being human instead of werewolf was the same, fifty-fifty, but it did guarantee that wolves wouldn’t become extinct, which was increasingly likely if they mated only other wolves.
    Various packs both in America and overseas were working together to discover why this happened. His own pack had a team of people tracing family histories, in particular looking at whether humans had been brought into the mix before, and how many generations of pure wolves there could be before girls started to disappear.
    But a couple of scientists trained in genetics would be an absolute gift to their studies. Of course learning about shape-shifters had brought these women nothing but trauma so far. They might not want to help. And there was also the issue of how and when to tell them they’d landed in the heart of a wolf pack. That would need to be handled delicately as well. So much to talk about and decide. And absolutely nothing he could say as yet.
    Just as he couldn’t pull Willow into his arms and kiss her until her knees melted and she demanded he do more to her. Well, he and Cadfael. That was another discovery they’d made. Not only did including a human woman into the mix help balance the genders, but also two men sharing the same woman led to much more cooperation and harmony within the pack. Men had to work together to gain and please a woman. Plus there was the added bonus that twice as many men achieved their mate. It was a win-win situation all around. Or it would be when they could speak openly about it to Willow.
    They talked some more and then Hawthorne and Willow looked at each other and stood up.
    Hawthorne said, “Thank you very much for this evening. We’ve enjoyed your company very much.”
    “But it’s getting late and we need to go now,” concluded Willow.
    He and Cadfael jumped to their feet and escorted the two women into the elevator. It was so hard not to brush his body against Willow’s or hold her hand, or anything. His dick was aching for her and even stroking her hand would have been good. But he leaned against the wall, keeping at least six inches of air between their bodies, and tried to soothe himself by drinking her in. Her pretty face, her straight