Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack (Siren Publishing Classic) by Siobhan Muir Read Free Book Online

Callowwood, the political requirements hadn’t bothered him.
    Now everything had changed.
    Holy First Canid, even her scent beguiled him. The combination of climbing gardenia and heated ponderosa pine forest wrapped around him with sensuous fingers. His hard-on flared again, along with uncertainty. Why didn’t I know she was a Moon Singer before?
    Jeff had been attracted to Julianna ever since she’d started to develop breasts and hips. She’d flaunted herself at him all through her high school years with her cute, tight shirts and pants, sexy summer dresses and flirty attitude. Raging hormones filled her scent, taunting him with her delicious feminine musk. It was all he could do to treat her like another little sister and stay away from her, throwing himself into cold showers and punishing exercise routines. He’d never been so buff.
    Whenever his mind demanded he take her and fuck her hard, he only stopped himself with two thoughts. First, she was too young and not nearly ready for sex, despite her beauty and innocent flirting. Second, she wasn’t a Moon Singer. She hadn’t smelled like one or acted like one, and her parents were human.
    When the hell had that changed?
    And when had she become his True Mate?
    Jeff had felt it at the funeral, her sweet scent making the scents of the other females seem unpleasant. She’d stepped out of her sexy Camaro with her mother, and her scent had slammed into him like a hurricane wind. His body had tightened, and he’d almost grabbed her and claimed her right there. Only Sebrina’s hand on his arm had restrained him.
    But nothing could stop him at the reception when he caught her as she’d crumpled, holding her protectively against his chest. He’d relished the weight of her soft body in his arms, and he’d wanted to press his nose to her head, inhaling her seductive fragrance forever while he fondled her beautiful curves. Only her mother’s worried comments had kept him within the bounds of propriety.
    Jeff closed his eyes and remembered the silky softness of her hair filled with her scent. He loved her hair. The dark brown, almost black, tresses would feel erotic as hell draped over his thighs as she sucked his cock, humming and moaning with pleasure against his shaft.
    Damn! Think about something else before you come in your shorts.
    He returned his mind to the reception and how he’d forced himself to tamp down the protective instincts with every other male Moon Singer who got near her. Rage resurfaced and began to deflate his arousal. The females had been as much of a threat, their overwhelming scents flooding his nostrils as they’d paraded past the table. He could barely smile civilly at them. He’d scented their disdain for Julianna, and his Brother form had risen up to protect his Mate.
    Jeff had never felt the mating bond before, but the moment he touched her, it roared into his awareness as clearly as the neon lights of Vegas. There’d been no doubt in his mind, and he’d been unable to leave her side from that moment on.
    It killed him to let her drive away now.
    His hormones sang like a rabid rock concert crowd, demanding he go find her and seal the bond now, but he held onto himself like a drowning man to a rope. No, I have to go back inside and socialize as the next packleader. I have to make it look like I’m considering all of them as potential mates.
    His Brother form snarled again. Screw that! Screw pack politics and protocols. You’ve chosen your True Mate, and you can’t mate with anyone else. Julianna Morris will be your Luna, and all the others can go to hell.
    Jeff didn’t want to argue with his Brother, and he took a few more steps toward the street before he could stop himself.
    No, no, back to the bar. Let her go for now.
    Several of the alpha females in the bar had been in the pack for a long time, but none of them mattered to him. Julianna was his princess, and that was that. He’d play the courting prince like his father wanted, but