Hayder’s met his mate, there’s just one little problem, she’s allergic to cats.
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I have found my new
Favorite series. This book is funny,
engaging, and sexy as hell. I love that
Hyder's mate sneezes
anytime she gets near him. The first time she almost
killed
him. And even though she is his mate he treats her with
respect and is
just happy to hold her through her Nighmare's.
He literally breaks a door down
to get to her, as she is in the
throes of a nightmare. Granted he is naked when
he crawls
in bed with her, but he just holds her and lets her sleep. He i
so
mad at her ex he wishes he could kill him. Too bad the
jerk is already dead. This
was an emotional book and deals
with domestic violence Due to Arabella’s ex and
his entire
pack, which have no clue how to treat a woman. That thinks
of them
as objects to do with as they please. She thought
she was free when her mate
died. But she was so wrong.
You have to read this book to see how it all ends.
So
I will leave you here.
I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did.
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I
hope you enjoy this book as much as I did.
If you do like this book, please consider leaving a
review.
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they value your opinions too.
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How degrading. Stuck babysitting a woman because his
alpha said so.
As Pride Beta, he has better things to do with
his time, like washing
his impressive mane, hunting down
thugs for fun, and chasing
tail—sometimes his own if his lion
is feeling playful.
But his babysitting job takes an unexpected turn when the
woman he’s assigned guard duty over turns out to be his mate.
A female threatened by an outside wolf pack.
A woman he wants to call his own.
A mate who doesn’t fall for his charm.
Usually Beta’s leave the roaring to the Pride’s alpha, but in
this
case given his level of frustration, he might have to make
an exception.
And if anyone doesn’t like it, they can kiss his furry tail.
Rawr!
A hand clasped hers, and the jolt of awareness sucked her
from her thoughts as it struck all her senses with lightning
strength. Every nerve ending tingled, sensations amplified.
She sucked in a breath, and her first impulse was to pull
away. However, Hayder wasn’t letting go. On the contrary, his
fingers tightened around hers, lacing them together as he
tugged her toward the door.
“I—We shouldn’t—But—” Half-hearted protests slid past her
lips, none of them complete or coherent, not that he would
have listened. He seemed intent on going to dinner, and she
was coming with him whether she liked it or not.
Sneezing or not.
Achoo.
She managed to only let the tickle overtake her once in the
elevator and ducked her head even as her cheeks heated at
the growl that rumbled through him. She wasn’t doing it on
purpose. “I’m sorry.”
“Would you stop apologizing?” he snapped.
She didn’t want to anger him so she nodded and kept her
head tucked low.
“And stop doing that. You’re not some beaten slave. Hold your head up, baby. Tell me to fuck off.”
The language didn’t shock her and cause the O of surprise. It
was his insistence she defend herself.
She shot him a wary gaze, waiting to see the challenging
smirk. She knew how this worked. Tell her to do something,
and then tear into her because she dared.
“There’s those beautiful eyes,” he teased. “Now keep them
up here. I want to see you staring at my face. You’re safe
here. Especially with me. You can say what you want.
Whatever you want. I would never hurt you.”
He wouldn’t.
Where did that certainty come from? So what if perhaps, thus
far, despite their less-than-auspicious introduction, Hayder
had shown her nothing but kindness? She didn’t know him
well enough to gauge if it was an act. She’d fallen for the lies
before. “How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you
won’t turn around and hurt me when I do?” The words spilled
from her, painful in their honesty, and shocking him into
momentary silence.
“Because you can,” was what he finally muttered.
“Of course I can,” she said in a soothing, placating tone. Best
to not antagonize him and call his word into question. He
might seem sincere, but Harry seemed nice once upon a
time too. Don’t fall for his charm. He’ll hurt you too.
How insidious her inner voice proved, cautioning and warning
her not to trust so easily. Words were easy. Actions, though,
proved much harder, and fists harder still. Honor was easier
to break than maintain.
When the doors to the elevator slid open, Hayder, his hand still laced with hers, stepped in to a large lobby. Arabella
couldn’t help but stare. When they’d arrived earlier, Jeoff had
smuggled her in through an alley at the back, not daring to
have her brazenly come through the front doors.
“The longer we keep you hidden, the better chance we have
of any trackers abandoning their hunt and leaving you alone.”
It seemed Hayder harbored a much different view. He
showed no qualms at all. As nonchalant—and
handsome—as ever, he dragged—and, yes, she dug her feet
in and tried to stand still—her out onto the marble floor. The
wide gleaming expanse boasted a polished mahogany
reception desk manned by a security guard in a dark blue
uniform. The rest of the floor space was overtaken by a
lounge area carefully arranged with leather chairs and divans.
The vast area also contained a multitude of curious eyes, all
of them focused on her. Noses twitched. Being the object of
so many stares had her tucking in closer to Hayder. He
draped an arm around her, tucking her into the comforting
strength of his body, which had the unfortunate effect of
making her sneeze. Again. And again. And…
When she finished her attempt at breaking a record, she
opened tearing eyes to see a half-dozen hands holding out tissues.
“Um, thank you,” she said as she plucked one. She dabbed
at her nose one-handed since Hayder still hadn’t relinquished
his grip. Brave man considering she’d only barely missed his
shoes during her latest spell.
“Hey, Hayder, whatcha doing holding hands with a wolf in cat
territory?” At the shouted question, the hum in the room quelled.
Damn, she’d forgotten for a moment she was surrounded by
shifters. Lionesses to be exact, the true hunters in any pride.
Vicious felines she wouldn’t stand a chance against,
especially with her wolf in hiding.
“She better not pee in the halls. I hear their kind like to do
that you know.”
“No they don’t,” said a young girl with rainbow-streaked hair.
“It’s trees and fire hydrants you gotta watch out for.”
A woman with a ring in her nose snorted. “You’re all idiots.
Those are the spots dogs mark. She’s a wolf, and you’re
scaring the crap out of her.” Blue eyes, set in a face creased
with age, turned to face her. The woman spoke to her
soothingly. “Don’t worry about what they’re saying. We’re
allies. You’ll come to no harm among us.”
“Unless you pee in the halls.”
“Or eat the last piece of cake.” Someone poked the chubby
speaker in the side, and she whirled with a, “What? Just
saying what we’re all thinking.”
“Forget thinking. It’s obvious it hurts too much,” yet another
lioness muttered. “What I’d like to know, the smart questions
here are, who is this girl, and what is she doing here?”
In a panic, Arabella peered up at her guard. Should she
answer, and what should she say? Give the truth or spout a
lie? Or would lying be worse? What if Hayder and his alpha
had already established an identity for her? What—
Hayder saved her from answering. “Ladies—”
Snickers. “He called us ladies.”
“—this is Arabella, Jeoff’s sister. You all know Jeoff.”
“Yeah, he’s the hottie in the tight jeans who sings in that
band.”
“He sings?”
“Among other things.”
The matronly one, who asked who Arabella was, sighed as
she planted her hands on her hips. “Would you all shut up?
Some of us are trying to get answers here. I sense
something juicy, so zip it before I do something that requires
you getting your jaw wired shut.”
Funny how they all quieted, and yet none of them looked
cowed at the threat. They were all, however, united in their
curious stares aimed at her.
When Arabella would have tucked behind Hayder’s back to
make herself less of a visual target, he pulled her forward
and stood her before him, one hand on each shoulder, anchoring her in place. “Jeoff asked the pride to lend its
protection. Some assholes want to force Arabella here into
marrying some dick so he can get his hands on her fortune.
There’s also talk of killing her once the paperwork is done.
I don’t think we should allow that.”
As summaries went, it was accurate and succinct. What she
didn’t expect was the outrage and…support?
Forget the cowed women of her old pack. The females
surrounding her all bore a challenging glint in their eye and boastful suggestions.
“Let them come and try to take her. We’ll show them what
women’s lib is all about,” one of them shouted.
“Woo hoo! A new fur coat and in time for winter,” another hollered.
“Someone make sure we replaced the mop from the last time we had to show someone a lesson.”
“Luna, we need to make an appointment to get our nails sharpened.”
Arabella blinked, several times, but she somehow resisted
the urge to jam a finger in her ear and wiggle. Why bother?
It wasn’t her ears that were defective. Either she’d finally
snapped, or she surely dreamed. It was the only explanation
for the insanity she’d encountered since her arrival.
More than likely, she’d fallen asleep in her old prison and
dreamed everything from the rescue to the improbability
surrounding her.
But what a dream. If only it were true. And if only she had an
ounce of their courage so she could face her old pack and
fight for her right to make her own choices.
Fighting hurts.
The faint whimper and reminder quelled any exhilaration she might have briefly felt. While their spirit and intentions were good, reality was another thing.
Apparently Hayder thought so, too, because he said,
“Now, now, ladies. No starting any shit.”
Hayder was right. Head down. Voice meek. Don’t—
It seemed Hayder wasn’t done. “I mean it. No starting
trouble, but you can taunt. Taunt loud. Taunt mercilessly.
Drive them to the brink and make them hit first. Then you can
bring it. Just be sure to save a piece of those curs for me.
I’ve got a few words my knuckles would like to say.”
He shook a fist as his utterly male announcement was met with cheers and fist pumps.
They’re nuts. All of them. Or high on catnip.
Something was obviously whacky about their enthusiasm.
Even her old pack never planned for mayhem with such glee.
It was to an excited hum—and talk of nail-filing
methods—that Hayder once again dragged her, this time
toward the glass doors at the front of the building.
She tried one last-ditch protest.
“We shouldn’t go out. We’ll order in.”
He halted. “You mean go back up to your condo where we’ll
be alone, just you, and me, and”—he purred—“chow down
on takeout Chinese food while we watch Indiana Jones?”
She couldn’t help but gape at him.
“Were you expecting me to say something else?”
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