The Alpha's Daughter by Jacqueline Rhoades Read Free Book Online Page B

his finger in
warning.
    "Don't move. Don't say a word. Don't answer
the door. Don't move an inch until I get back."
    Jazz clenched her hands into fists and ground
her teeth as he turned his back and walked to the door to his
examining room. The coffee mug the bastard bear had left on the
table when he'd answered the twin's knock had a mouthful of cold
coffee left in it. She picked it up and hurled it at him. It hit
the wall next to his head.
    The bear didn't jump, didn't even flinch. He
looked at the runnels of coffee dripping down the wall and at the
mug, unbroken on the floor and said in a frighteningly quiet voice,
"I said, don't move."
    He turned at her muttered "Fuck you" and the
look in his eyes kept Jazz from saying anything more.
    "And get those wet clothes off. You're
dripping mud all over the floor."
    "Who'd notice," she said after the door was
closed behind him.
    As much as she wanted to disobey, to show him
he wasn't her boss, she stayed where she was. She was angry, but
she wasn't stupid. What she was was homeless and after the dustup
on the front porch, she wasn't likely to have many offers of
shelter coming her way. Like it or not, the grizzly's den was going
to be home until she could get her act together and figure out what
to do.
    It shouldn't take him too long to fix
whatever damage she'd inflicted. Hell, a broken nose or a few
broken ribs weren't anything to a wolver. She could wait it out.
Like she'd heard so many times from members of her father's pack,
"I could do the time standing on my head."
    A minute passed and then another and another.
She shifted her weight from her right foot to the left and watched
the office door. A bright light shined out from under it and she
wondered what instrument he had that could make that kind of light
without electricity.
    Another two minutes passed. No big deal. She
heard the quiet murmur of voices, then silence, then voices and
finally the outer door closing. More time passed. She shifted feet
again and began to bounce with impatience. Standing still had never
been her thing. Time outs when she was a cub resulted in a
screaming banshee child and her mother didn't use them often. The
only time she was able to stay still was on the back of a
motorcycle and that wasn't until her teens. Even then, she hated
being a passenger. She wanted the control to make the bike take her
where she wanted to go.
    Jazz stared at the door impatiently.
    Damn. How long did it take to fix a broken
cheek? There were more voices and the light was back. Jazz started
to wiggle to the tune in her head, anything to pass the time.
    Now that the heat from the adrenaline rush
was subsiding, her wet and muddy clothes felt like icicles against
her skin. The old grizzly said to take them off, didn't he? She
could do that almost standing still and it would serve the bastard
right. She peeled off her soggy socks and dropped them onto his
white coat taking satisfaction in the plopping sound they made.
Shimmying out of the leather slacks, she noted that they were
really looking bad and it was going to take more than a sponging to
get them back in shape. The slacks followed the socks.
    The shirt followed the pants. Her underwear
was still clean and dry, but the red satin bra and the bikini candy
striped in the same red, weren't much protection from the chill of
the room, though she was a bit warmer without the wet clothes. She
rubbed the goosebumps from her arms and stamped her feet to keep
the circulation going.
    Finally, she heard the outer door close
again. By the time he came through the office door, she was
standing with her arms to her sides, shoulders relaxed as if she'd
been that way for the whole time.
    It was gratifying to see his eyes widen at
her near nakedness before he bowed his head and did that shaking
thing with it that only emphasized his bearlike appearance. Jazz
smiled to herself. It was good to know the guy had a human side
that reacted to a female form. Her body might never make her