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And I hoped they never discovered I wasn’t worth the trouble.
Chapter 5
Theron
“You don’t like me much, do you?” Myla asked, brushing a golden curl from her face as she sat on the sofa in our drawing room.
She was beautiful, and that only pissed me off more.
She didn’t look completely comfortable in our den, which irked my wolf but gave me fierce satisfaction. We had taken her to our home the night she woke up. The others hoped to give her a sense of safety before the metaphorical mating countdown hit zero and our instincts took over.
I just wanted answers.
Fighting back a sigh, I asked, “How could I dislike someone I don’t know?”
Her large brown eyes widened like a doe’s. She was the picture of demure innocence, but I hadn’t decided if it was an act yet. “Well, that’s true.”
Myla was doing a good job of appearing naive—I’d give her that—but there were still too many variables working against us.
The mating bond was the most influential.
My wolf growled, batting at my skin. My refusal to accept this tiny wolf as our mate had put us at odds. He didn’t understand why I fought so hard against the pull.
Deep down, I knew she was ours, and a primal part of me wanted her even as I remained wary. I worried she couldn’t be trusted.
Goddess, why do I have to be the one to watch her today?
At least the other Omegas would arrive soon to give me a few moments of reprieve. Her scent was torture.
The sweetest, most infuriating kind.
I made the mistake of looking into her beguiling brown eyes and immediately wavered. “We’ll get to know each other with time.” Her posture relaxed at my words, and I couldn’t resist adding, “I’ll figure out all your secrets then.”
Our eyes met, and a trace of fear marred her scent.
I knew she was hiding something.
In my opinion, the only things worse than the Council were the unsanctioned packs. Nearly feral, those shifters were a crude bastardization of what packs should be. They ruled through fear and power, abused the weak, pillaged the defenseless, and left chaos wherever they went. They were always looking for a way to take from the sanctioned packs.
Supplies, weapons, food, women—they stole whatever they could get their hands on.
I could still see my sister lying in the medical unit, broken and violated. There was no light left in her after what they did. We thought she would get better—that in time, she would learn to feel safe again—but some wounds were too deep to heal.
Anger and grief smothered my desire for the Omega. Myla had come from one of those packs, and she wouldn’t explain how or why. To me, she was dubious at best, and I needed to remember that.
Letting down our defenses could put our pack in danger.
My wolf warned me against the nagging suspicion building in my gut, but I told him it didn’t matter if she was our mate. I wouldn’t let her harm my unit, intentionally or otherwise.
It would devastate them if she betrayed us.
A knock interrupted my venomous train of thought. Maybe it was for the best.
I headed to the front door, smiling when I saw Brielle. Brielle was a mated Omega, but she was also one of my employees at the carpentry building.
“I hope we’re not too early,” she said. “Honestly, we couldn’t wait to meet her.”
“Not at all. You’re right on time.” To save my sanity.
