All Chapters of The Wolf Without a Name: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Help me put him on the couch," Cindy told Frank. Francine's mate ran over to her and held the red-haired man under his arms, while Cindy held him by his feet. They lifted him onto the brown couch. I stared at the man with the long red hair, feeling a strange feeling rushing over my entire body. I did not know what it was, but the feeling was much different than any I'd had before. It was not the feeling I had felt when I met Josh or that which I felt when Christian protected me. I felt that I had found what I'd wanted all my life, and that was a family—people who loved me and treated me much better than my evil grandmother, Phyllis. "Please help me, Francine," I heard Cindy say. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the feelings that were consuming me and ran over to Cindy to help. It was the worst thing I did. The closer I got to her injured mate, the stronger the feeling got, pulling me to him. I couldn't stop myself from stroking his long red hair.

His strong hands moved from my hair and touched the tip of my chin. I closed my eyes, enjoying his soft touch. "What are these feelings I am feeling for you?" he asked me. "I don't know," I said softly, as I opened my eyes and watched his fingers play with my chin. "You are as clueless as I am," he said, as he moved his hand away from my chin, disappointed. "I'm sorry I can't help you," I told him. "There is nothing for you to be sorry about, beautiful," he said. My cheeks became red, hearing him call me beautiful. "No," I said softly, not for him to hear, as I shook my head, reminding myself that he was not my mate, but Cindy's. "What is wrong?" he asked me, worried. "Nothing," I said. Ares smiled at me. Seeing he was harmless, I wanted to free him from the cell, but first I had to let Frank know Ares would never hurt anyone. "I don't understand what these feelings are and why we both share the

I was lost in his bright green eyes that were similar to mine. I never realized that I also had beautiful eyes until I saw his eyes. His eyes were mesmerizing. I closed my eyes as he gently stroked my cheek and caressed my face with the back of his hand. I enjoyed the touch of his warm hands and wanted to feel him against my skin even more. I slowly opened my eyes as I felt his hand against my left cheek and again returned my eyes to his. Ares gently moved one of his hands away from my cheek to move my hair from my face, placing it behind my ear. I parted my lips, lost in his attractive features, enjoying every moment of his touch. I could feel my wolf inside me jumping excitedly, happy he was there. I pushed my body toward him, resting my head on his bare muscular chest, feeling his hard chest against my face and wanting to be close to him—closer than I had ever been to anyone. He wrapped his robust arms around me and pushed himself backward, getting comfortable in

"Let me go!" I screamed as I twisted my body, trying to escape from him. The tall dark-haired man held me tighter, preventing me from escaping. "Cindy! Cindy!" I shouted for help. The man beside me laughed. "Jim," he said to the one holding me, "she's calling out for the girl who sold her." They both laughed. My eyes widened and I fell to the hard ground to my knees while Jim continued to hold me from behind. Hot tears poured from my eyes. I was petrified. "Cindy," I said, softly, as I felt a vein in my head pulsating as if I was about to lose my mind. I could not believe she had done that to me. "Yes," she sold you for the cheapest price, just to get rid of you," Scott said. "I don't know what you did to her to cause her to want to get rid of you," he continued. "Know that you should not mess with us. "Cindy, I thought we were friends," I said through my sobs.  I could not believe she'd lied to me, bringin

Days came and went since he'd been at that strange place surrounded by thick white fog. He tried to find a way out, but every attempt he made was unsuccessful. He kept returning to the same spot—the rock, next to the large stream. Where was he? He sat naked on a large rock beside the stream, staring at the large body of water while his mind drifted off. He held both of his knees to his hard chest and closed his dark eyes, remembering what had happened before he'd found himself in that place. Was he dead? Was he at the place where the soul of the dead wandered? If he was among the dead, why was he alone? Shouldn't there be others like him there who had passed away? He did not know what to think anymore. Being there for such a long time, he thought he was losing his mind. "Ha!" he raised his head and screamed in anger. He could see nothing but thick white fog around him. He rested his head on his knees while pressing them to his chest. His long,