Chapter 7

Zane’s POV

She was kissing me!

Her lips were pressed against mine in a firm kiss, preventing me from uttering another word. And to my surprise, I wasn’t throwing her off me. Instead, I was stuck with the urge to pull her closer. To deepen the kiss and dive into her.

To see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled…

But she broke the connection before I had time to react. The second her heat left mine, was when I became aware of the fact that her body had been pressed up against mine. And my wolf growled because we hadn’t had time to explore the feeling of it. Of what it felt like having that warm, luscious body pressed up against us. And more than anything, I wanted her back.

But I resisted the urge to pull her back on me, wondering if there was something wrong with my wolf. If this was some side effect of whatever she’d drugged me with or if she was some kind of siren. Because never before had my wolf WANTED another female on him.

Not since our mate…

What the hell---?!

“You were saying?”

Arella’s voice pulled me out of my shock, and I blinked up at her, seeing the huge, satisfied grin on her face. The challenge in her tone was obvious and I realized that she was completely unafraid of me. With a fluid motion, she pushed off me and stood, swaying her sexy-as-sin ass back to the kitchen.

“You seriously need to get your head out of your ass, you know that, right?” she snickered, waving her spatula at me over her shoulder as if chastising an unruly kid!

I blinked.

And did it again, just to be sure I wasn’t---

Get my head out of my---?!

“WHAT?!”

I roared, as anger exploded inside of me. It detonated like a fucking bomb and all of my frustrations came out at once.

At my wolf!

At her!

For being stuck in this fucking shed---!

“How dear you?!” I roared and shot out of the sofa, letting the full force of my alpha aura out. “Do you have any idea who I am?!”

“An entitled, spoiled brat?” she muttered under her breath, not missing a beat--- and hell, she didn’t even turn around to face me. As if I hadn’t just huffed and puffed and just about roared the roof off the building.

Fucking infuriating, annoying, frustrating--- FEMALE!!!

It was on the tip of my tongue to say something nasty. To tell her that she was in the presence of the Werewolf King and anyone who’d ever talked to me the way she just had would have been put to death by now. But then I remembered that she was human, and it was imperative that they DIDN’T know about our existence.

Which didn't sate the deep desire I had to strangle her!

She let out a frustrated sigh and, just as she was turning back to face me, I realized that I was standing. A normal human wouldn’t be able to stand if he’d sustained the injuries I had. Biting back the growl that threatened to slip, I sat back down and at least had the sane sense to cover my mostly healed leg.

And pretended to be human!

This day was getting better and better…!

“No, I don’t know who you are, because you refuse to tell me your name, remember?” she said louder this time, which was meant for me to hear.

Yeah, well---

Fuck…!

It was on the tip of my tongue that it was none of her goddess damned business, but since that never seemed to work on her, I kept my mouth shut.

She sighed heavily, turning her eyes heavenward for a second, before painting a patient expression on her face. As if she was grasping at the last straws of her sanity, trying to get through to me.

Well…

I knew the feeling!

“Listen,” she said sternly, making it obvious she wasn’t going to put up with any kind of bullshit. “I don’t know who you are and, honestly, I don’t care.”

Now that surprised me!

Not her statement--- hell, I didn’t care who she was either, so the feeling was neutral. But her voice didn’t even waver when she spoke. As if the aura I’d unleashed on her hadn’t even phased her.

Which was unheard of…

Hell, any supernatural being – except a selected few – would be unaffected by my wolf. Mentally, I went through the list: siren, nymph, or Fae? But the first two ones would keep close to the water and a Fae wouldn’t help me. Not without the cost of my soul or half my kingdom in return…

So what was she?!

And why didn’t she acknowledge that I was a werewolf?

I tried to sniff the air again--- but all I got was human. Was she a half-breed then? Or did she have some kind of protection spell? But other than the gold star around her neck – which was worthless, by the way! – there weren’t any other ornaments on her. Of course, it could be a tattoo, and most of her body was covered.

My wolf suddenly smirked.

There was a way we could rectify that---

I mentally grabbed his scruff and threw him to the back of my mind, quickly building up a mental wall between us.

I didn’t need those mental pictures in my head right now!

“But I can’t in good consciousness leave a naked man with a broken leg alone in the middle of the woods,” she continued, unaware of where my mind had been and--- and I mentally groaned, realizing that I needed to come up with some kind of excuse to why my leg would be healing much quicker. Because I refused to stay here any longer than absolutely necessary. I just had to stick around long enough for her not to suspect anything and then---

“It’s nothing serious,” I snorted and gestured to my leg. “It doesn’t even hurt that much anymore. I’ll be fine by tomorrow!”

Humans did recover from sprains quickly, right?

“I saw bones sticking out of that wound,” she snorted and shook her head. “There’s no way---!”

“You saw wrong,” I cut her off and lifted the blanket to show her. “See! No---!”

“Goodness gracious, man!” she screeched, spinning around so quickly, I wondered if she started a tornado somewhere. “I may be lonely, but I don’t want to be flashed with your goods more than necessary.”

What?!