The Reluctant Wolf: A Paranormal Romance (Werewolves and Shifters) by Susan G. Charles Read Free Book Online

took an unhealthy cheek sucking drag of her cigarette.
    “Wow!” he stated, apparently impressed. “I’m terribly sorry…” he politely responded, now with pep in his step. “If my fiancée found out she’d probably gut me like a fish,” he clowned.
    The woman still tagged along, heels clanking on the concrete below. “You sure honey? I won’t tell if you won’t.”
    “That’s hardly the point Miss,” Morgan countered.
    “Then what is? Are you gay?” the hooker asked.
    This woman was persistent. It was as if she’d never been turned down on the job before. She just wouldn’t back off.
    “Listen…” Morgan said as he continued to walk up the sidewalk, the girl close behind. “You’re a very pretty young lady, way too pretty to be working these streets. It’s dangerous out here… you could find yourself in jail or even worse… picking up something you can’t get rid of.”
    She became agitated by his statement and took one more hit of the stogie before flicking it into the oncoming traffic. “Are you saying I got something ya jerk?”
    Morgan laughed it off. He wouldn’t dare waste his time entertaining this woman’s ignorance. He was better than that. He had more respect for women than to ever degrade them, unless they were about to become lunch. But those days were over. He’d found someone that he could truly dedicate himself to until the end of eternity, and for that reason alone he would have done nothing to risk the relationship he and Bailey had fought so hard together to maintain
    However, the woman took his refusal as an insult. She rushed up beside him, and in her tantrum she took a swing at the Lily.
    Although Morgan had seen a healer who attempted to cleanse him of his genetic makeup infused with the lupine parvovirus, he had not completely succeeded. As the girl’s open hand swayed near the exotic flower, Morgan instinctively lifted his arm, swung around and sweep-kicked the harlot off her feet, literally.
    Little Miss Sunshine hit the ground with a thud and immediately hollered at him, “You idiot.”
    “Please, accept my apologies. I didn’t mean to do that,” he said, the houseplants still in his hands unharmed and in perfect condition.
    He had been known to sweep women off their feet, but that was nothing more than a figure of speech. He really didn’t mean to lay her out. Years of combat training and battles had been instilled in everything he’d ever done; there was no way of getting rid of his survival instincts. He could dodge a bullet if he wanted, but why waste the time when his wolf side would eat it up like junk food and spit it back out like a sunflower seed?
    He was about to put the plants down and help her back to her feet when a voice arose from behind ordering him not to move. He gazed up to the blue-turned-black of the early night above and sighed as if he knew he was about to be forced to kill again. He turned to have a look at the bad boy – obviously her pimp – who commanded him to freeze.
    “I said don’t move chump!”
    This character couldn’t have been more than the drinking age and a foot shorter than Morgan. The young man aimed a 357 Smith & Wesson long nose in his direction. He was a frail black man who resembled Morgan’s disposition when he was ailing over Bailey. His braided hair was mostly shielded underneath a Black Yankees baseball cap, and he wore a long white t-shirt with baggy blue jeans over a fresh pair of Durango boots.
    “Come on man, I’m just trying to go home.” Morgan said. “I don’t want any trouble.”
    “Yeah, well you found it,” the pimp grumbled. “Jasmine, get up and run Flower Boy’s pockets.”
    The girl did as she was told.
    Morgan shook his head while holding the plants out to his sides. “You sure about this Jasmine?” he asked her as her hands rummaged through the pockets of his grey slacks.
    “Shut up man!” the pimp shouted.
    “Hey why don’t you come ‘run ‘em’ yourself tough guy.” Morgan