Wild: Devils Point Wolves #1 (Mating Season Collection) by Mating Season Collection, Eliza Gayle Read Free Book Online Page A

was fucking her of course.  
    “Nothing serious. You stay here and rest. You’ll need it for when I come back.”
    “Promise?” she asked.  
    “Definitely, my little wild thing. I’ll be right back.”
    He headed to the front door but before he could open it, it came crashing open, slamming against the wall. It would have bounced back closed except Rebel slammed her booted foot against the wood and held it open.
    Red hair, tangled and wild, swirled around her head as she locked her anger filled gaze on his. “Hey asshole.”
    His favorite wicked witch had arrived.  
    “You lied to me. Told me Faith would be fine and she’d be safe with you. Where is she? In your fucking bed?” She lowered the shotgun propped against her shoulder and pointed it at his heart.
    “Dammit, Rebel. Your sister is fine. She’s safer here than anywhere else in the world. You should know that.” He took a deep breath and reached for some calm. He could move a hell of a lot quicker than the woman in front of him, but he couldn’t take the chance she’d be hurt.
    She shook her head. “I know you lied. Again. I’m not sure anymore that any of you can be trusted.”
    “What’s going on out here?” Faith ran into the room with a sheet wrapped around her lush frame.
    “Aaaahhhh!” Rebel yelled, her finger moving to the trigger of the gun. “Liar,” she screamed. “She had a life. A safe and happy one. And you stole her! This is not where she is supposed to be.”
    Faith stepped between him and the gun and he growled. “Get out of the way, Faith.”
    “Shut up!” They both yelled at him.
    “Rebel Jayne Harris, what the hell is wrong with you? Put that gun down and start explaining yourself.” Faith had her hands on her hips giving her sister what for and all he could think about was that she belonged to him now.  
    Mine. The wolf growled.
    “You don’t belong here. You have a life in Seattle. You’re going to be a scientist. You can’t be one of them now. You can’t go off the rails, that’s my job.”  
    “Good lord. No pressure. Since when did I end up on a pedestal with the perfect life? Are you crazy? My life has not been perfect. I lost the same things you did and I had to struggle through that on my own. Alone. Now I’ve chosen a different path and suddenly you’re going to freak out and claim to know what’s best for me?”
    Rebel lifted her chin and sniffed. “You’ve been trying to manage me for years. I think I’m due.”
    Faith sighed and walked up to her sister. “You don’t need this here.” She grabbed the gun from Rebel and handed it back to him. It was then he realized he’d been holding his breath watching these two women argue.  
    “Why don’t we go in the kitchen and I’ll fix us all something to drink.” He certainly needed it.
    His mate turned and threw him a grateful smile. “Make it alcoholic and you’ve got a deal.”
    “Done,” he said. Leading the women through the living room of his cabin he thought about how boring this place was. He’d gone to a lot of trouble building the place with all reclaimed wood and the best construction materials money could buy and then never taken the time to properly furnish or decorate the place, instead filling it with castoffs from other pack members and the requisite bachelor leather furniture and big screen television.
    Since he spent most of his time at Club Diablo it never bothered him until now. Time to implement some changes. He settled the women at the large kitchen island and went to work on fixing their drinks. He had the ingredients for the usual margaritas and mojitos that his patrons and guests ordered, but this situation called for something different. So he pulled out three tumblers, filled a bucket with ice and a bottle of Disaronno.
    “Rebel, you gotta find a way to deal with this. It’s too late for me to turn back now. That boat sailed the minute that rogue wolf bit me.”
    “How do you know this asshole right here