All Chapters of What A Wolf Desires: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

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“I promised you five years,” he said, staring down at her without a shred of compassion. “You’ve had them.”“I have a job and a career. I have a life—”“Your life is here.”“That wasn’t my decision.”His gaze hardened. He slid his fingers through her hair, brushing past her ear to trace a heavy coil that had fallen onto her shoulder. He twirled the thick bundle of strands around his finger, his arm grazing her breast. His arm around her waist tightened.She stood still, her breaths shallow. The predator in her recognized the bigger, more powerful predator in him. Her wolf waited, wondering what his would do—knowing they had no choice, no matter what he decided. None at all.“Your place is here,” he said finally.She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. “That wasn’t part of the bargain.” Deep inside, her wolf stirred. Her teeth throbbed in sync with her heartbeat—the first stage of the Turn. “You lied to me.”Without warning, the Alpha was back. His wolf slammed into his

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Max waited until Lizette’s footsteps faded before he sagged against his desk. The paper he’d pretended to read slipped from his hand and floated to the polished walnut. Sweat trickled down his back.If her senses had been sharper, she would have smelled his panic…and his regret. But she’d been dulled by the human world—all the fire that made her who she was reduced to a simmer.And it scared the hell out of him.Dominic and Remy had given him monthly reports ever since she left the Lodge five years ago, and they were careful to document how much she ate. How often she Turned. How many times a month she ran. Lizette would have been furious if she ever discovered how thoroughly he had her watched—especially if she knew his wolves investigated every human she befriended.But she’d been raised to believe she was human, and her brain was still wired to think like one. Werewolves were hunters. Humans had evolved out of that mindset millennia ago. As a species, they were unwary…trusting.It

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Her expression went flat. “All right. But I don’t want the bank account. I can work or—”“This is how things will be.” His voice came out harsher than he intended, but he wanted her to leave before he begged her to stay. “I’ve made my decision.”She left without saying goodbye.Max stared at the sprawling forest. He controlled everything he could see, but he’d never been able to control himself around Lizette—not since he touched her that first time in the forest. He should have known tonight would be no different. His fate was sealed in that clearing five years ago. So was hers.She just didn’t know it yet.“I took no vow.” She raised that between them like a shield tonight. No matter. He was Alpha. Even a single link in the chain was enough to bind them together. He’d claimed her, all right. Her hot little body knew that well enough.He’d have her vow, too. His cocked twitched. Hell, he’d hear her moan it in his ear while he buried his teeth in her neck and pounded her hot passage.

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6Lizette walked without knowing exactly where she was going.Scratch that. She sure as hell wasn’t going to Max’s suite. She stopped in the middle of a long hallway and turned in a slow circle, getting her bearings. To her right, a narrow staircase beckoned. It led to the second floor and her old bedroom.What she really needed was a place to think. The longer she stood in the hallway, the greater the likelihood of someone spotting her, and right now she wasn’t in any shape to answer questions about school or her return to the Lodge.And she definitely wasn’t ready to talk about Max.She nodded and headed for the stairs. As she climbed, a sense of unreality descended over her. Everything in the Lodge looked the same, but she was different. As she approached her old room, a bolt of unease shot through her. What if it wasn’t her room anymore? The Lodge was huge, but there were hundreds of wolves in the pack. No one would have faulted Max for assigning it to someone else or turning it

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Her memories of that night were like a dream—as if she’d watched events unfold from the edge of the clearing. It was as if she and Max had been caught up in a spell. Still gripping her arms, he finally looked over her head at Nathan’s unconscious body as two Hunters in human form crossed the clearing, gathered Nathan in their arms, and carried him away. The rest of the Hunters fell into step behind them, and the group disappeared into the trees.Help. Heal. Whispered thoughts had built in her mind. Her chest had ached with the urge to do…something. She’d twisted against Max’s hold. “Let me go to him—”“Not yet.”The command overrode the instinct pushing her to follow the Hunters. Max’s voice—just two little words—seized her attention and forced it to his face. Her heart pounded.Possession.He looked at her like she belonged to him. No, that wasn’t right. He looked like she belonged to him and someone had tried to take her away. His attention dropped to her sex.Her nipples tightened

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He grinned around the sucker and stuck his hands in the pockets of his black Under Armour running pants, his eyes twinkling. He wore an old sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off, the black “Syracuse” on the front almost completely worn away by a thousand trips through the washer. He spoke around his sucker. “Considering you met with Max, I have a feeling I know who you meant.”“He has that effect on people.”Remy raised an eyebrow. “Want to tell me how it went?”She glanced down the hall. In a building teeming with wolves with hypersensitive hearing, no conversation would be private, no matter how deserted the hall looked. “Is there someplace we can talk?”He jerked his head toward the great room. “Come on.”Remy kept up a steady stream of chatter as they wound their way through the Lodge’s maze of corridors and rooms. Lizette saw a few familiar faces and stopped a couple of times to hug old friends and distant relatives. She could tell people wanted to ask questions about her return, b

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“Do you think maybe—and I’m not making excuses for them—there’s a chance your memories are distorted because you experienced the trauma of losing them so young?”“I guess it’s possible. But feelings are different from memories, and those don’t typically get distorted.”He seemed to think about that. Then he said, “Well, you have time on your side. I don’t think Max is making wedding plans just yet. And the Lodge is a big place. You can keep your distance if you want.”Lizette averted her eyes. She wasn’t comfortable telling him Max had ordered her to share his bedroom. And if Max’s actions in his study were any indication, he planned on sharing the bed, too. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. I can’t picture Max looking at bridesmaids’ dresses.”He chuckled. “Me neither. Just be glad he’s not insisting on an old-fashioned mating with a bedding ceremony.”“A what?”“A bedding ceremony. You know, like in medieval times. People in the room. Hang a bloody sheet on the wall. That sort of thing.”

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