Lycan Contempt, S. Yule [important books to read txt] 📗

was feeling extremely helpless. The engine shut off and a door closed shortly after. A knock sounded on the door within seconds and startled her even though she’d expected it.

“Yes,” she said through the door.

“Ma’am, I live about an hour east of here, and when I was in town earlier, I think I crossed paths with some male friends of yours. They were in a green SUV and I overheard them talking about being worried for leaving you up here at Frank’s place alone.”

“And?”

“By the time I left, the storm had already taken hold, and I noticed their vehicle was not equipped with four-wheel drive. After getting halfway home, I had high doubts that they would make it back up here in the bad weather. I thought I’d come check to make sure you were getting along okay.”

“Oh.” She was okay, wasn’t she? Yes, other than being a bit shaken up about being unintentionaly abandoned and worrying about her friends. Just as she was about to tel the man—the one with the most amazing voice—that she was okay, the house became eerily quiet.

She cocked her head to the side and listened. No fridge, no hum of a water heater, nothing. Shit. The power was off.

“Um, my power is off.”

“Yes. I see that. If you’d like, I can check to see if you have a generator around back. If you do, I’l have to come in and flip the electric panel over to the generator before I start it up. Would you like for me to do that for you?”

Did she have a choice? She had no idea how to start a generator. If she didn’t let him establish power back to the house and ran out of firewood, she’d have no way of keeping warm. She blew out a breath of resignation. This was one of those rare times that her blindness made her feel weak, and she hated feeling that way.

“Okay.”

“I’l check to see if you have a generator first. I’l be right back.”

Lucy stood by her left leg at alert. She hadn’t growled at the stranger, which was a good sign, but she remained unusualy tense.

“There is one out back. It doesn’t have any gas, but I have a can in my truck.”

A few minutes later, he tapped on the door.

“Yes?” she caled out.

“I need to come in and flip the switch over to the generator.”

“Okay.” She unlocked the door and hesitantly opened it.

The first thing that hit her was his scent. She swayed in surprise when she realized he had the same scent as the man she’d dreamed of last night. That’s weird.

Kish’s knees nearly buckled under him when the woman who’d been a mystery up until that very moment swung the door open. It was her. Georgia.

The woman from his dream. And just as the ful realization hit him of what this meant, her scent slammed home the reality, daring him to try to deny what fate had just dropped into his lap. His mate. The one woman on earth destined for him. She had two scents. The main scent that al lycans could smel and the mated scent, which only a destined mate could detect.

And there was no denying that she was his. Son of a bitch. I’m not going to go through this again.

No fucking way was he going to let this woman hurt him. Yeah, he’d argued with himself in the dream that she wasn’t like the other women he’d been with, but here, face to face with her in reality, was a whole other balgame.

He caught his breath as he took her appearance in.

She was as gorgeous in person as she’d been in his dream. Her golden skin was flawless, her eyes were as richly colored as precious emeralds, and her hair was honey blonde with waves that tumbled past her shoulders. Her purple sweater outlined her ample breasts, her jeans hugged her gently flared hips, and his fingers ached to caress both. His eyes darted back to her face when her tongue danced out across her lips.

He nearly groaned as the need to taste her hit him like a basebal bat.

“Are you al right?” she whispered.

That’s when he noticed the slight tremble in her hands, and the huge Rottweiler standing next to her gazing at him, warning him that if he harmed a hair on her head, it would have no trouble taking some chunks out of his hide.

He was such an asshole. He was probably scaring the living hel out of her. She was out here alone, blind, and abandoned by her dumbass boyfriends with a stranger. Boyfriends. That word again. But this time, that simple word made his blood boil with jealousy. His claws threatened to pop through the ends of his fingers, but he shoved the wolf back. It was the first time since he was a young pup that he could remember nearly losing control to his wolf.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you. It’s just been a long drive, and it’s extremely cold.”

“Oh my. I’m sorry. Would you like some coffee?”

“If it wouldn’t be a bother.” He wasn’t cold. He ran several degrees hotter than a human, but he wasn’t going to explain that to her. Besides, a hot cup of coffee sounded like heaven at the moment.

The drive had taken twice as long and had been helish even in Baby. He was doubting that Baby would get him back home, as the storm had continued to rage on, not letting up for a second. He shook his head. Who the hel did he think he was kidding? He wasn’t going to leave her alone now anyway. She was his mate, and whether he decided to act upon that or not, he’d protect her with his life.

Leaving her stranded in the middle of nowhere was inviting danger.

“I’l find the panel now and get the generator going.”

“Thank you.”

He found the panel down the halway and flipped the switch over so he could start up the generator.

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