Wolfe's Hope by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online

Hope, just as he had always dreamed of, prayed for. His life would now be complete.
     
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    Jacob refused to look back at the couple as he left the cabin. Anger and need rode him hard, arousal was a steady beat of blood in his cock to torment and torture him. But it wasn’t the woman Wolfe held that kept Jacob’s dick in a constant state of readiness. It was the one who awaited him outside.
    As he closed the door behind him, Faith moved from her position at the end of the house, her black eyes watching him warily as he stalked toward her. She was a wolf breed, the slender, compact lines of her body were lightly muscular, her breasts high and firm beneath the black t-shirt she wore with black jeans. Her reddish brown hair was a raggedly cut cap of silk and framed her slender face in a way that gave her a vulnerable, untouchable look.
    “They’re all right?” she asked as he neared her.
    Jacob growled, baring his teeth in warning as she stepped back from him. She was always stepping back, never forward.
    “Were they not, you would have known,” he bit out, furious with her once again.
    “Well, bite me, why don’t you,” she snapped, her brows lowering in a frown. “It was a reasonable question.”
    “From a most unreasonable female,” he accused her harshly. “Return to the cabin and rest. You have not slept in days and I’m tired of the shadows under your eyes.”
    “You rest.” Her body came to attention immediately, anger pulsing through her, scenting the air. “Do I tell you how often to sleep?”
    He turned to her, fighting the need to reach out to her, to drag her to him.
    “Do as I said,” he snapped.
    “Fuck you, Jake, you go to sleep…“
    “Do not worry, the day will come when you will do just that, Faith. Until you can handle it, I suggest you run now, and run fast, or you may learn what it feels like to have your mate mount you without your permission.” Fury snapped in his body. Her continued defiance roused the beast and made it howl.
    He watched her pale. Terror flashed in her eyes a second before she ran. He cursed violently, dragging his hands through his hair as he tamped down the beast that demanded he run her down. He couldn’t. He never could. She was his mate, and yet he would be forever denied her touch. His ravenous, grieving howl echoed through the mountains now, as it echoed through his soul.
     
    The End
     
     
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