WOLF BOUND [FATED] novel Chapter 4

Callum's mind was still on the issue of Amber's heritage when the smell of her scent hit him like a rock, jerking his rock-hard dick and his head back to her. Shit! He wasn't properly prepared for her and that was because he hadn't been able to see her face until now. That was the way it worked with dream-pairing. The big reveal didn't happen until the couple came face-to-face. It was nature's way of promoting a bond that defied all things superficial, bonding a couple together on a deeper mental level. She was more beautiful than he'd pictured, and as distracting as ever. Even though she was slightly younger than he imagined, in her early twenties, she was more than he'd ever hoped for. Her hair was thick, curly, and honey blonde, the color striking with her shiny blue irises.

He pictured her on his bed, those curls spread out on his pillows, her beautiful eyes glazed over as she watched him go down on her. She'd moan as he feasted on her, taking his time, licking her up like candy. He wanted to feel the sting of her nails on his scalp, hear her pleasure as she came against his tongue, the delectable taste of her cream flooding his senses. Even if she begged, he wouldn't rush, keeping her right where he wanted her. He'd stay between her legs for hours, lapping at her cunt, taking what was his.

A thought struck him, one he didn't like, yanking him from his erotic musings. He studied his mate, really looking at her, starting at her head and working his way to her toes.

Holden Bone, the Alpha of the Bone pack, had similar coloring and features. Everyone knew Holden and his mate didn't have children as they despised each other. It was a running joke in the area, as well as a reminder of why wolves didn't usually mate unless they found the person intended for them.

Callum growled as instinct told him his intuition was spot-on.

Holden had mated Shirley Temple decades ago despite the lack of a mating bond, bringing two of the most prominent packs in the bordering states together. If Holden had sex with a human and left her pregnant, he wouldn't have been able to say a word to his pack. He might even have left the female and his child to fend for themselves. Shirley would have challenged and killed a human female if her position as Luna was threatened.

A knock at the door had Callum spinning around, his lips pulling back as his canines lengthened. He put himself between the door and his mate, the hair on his nape rising, the wolf within snarling to protect what was his. If Amber was Holden's offspring, she had a claim to the bastard Alpha's pack. Even if she couldn't shift, she had a birthright.

That put her in danger.

The door opened, revealing the identity of their guest. Callum's business partner and pack Beta didn't move, standing in the open doorway. It didn't take long for Grant to put two and two together. Callum's rage was easy to scent, and the fragrance of Amber's desire hovered in the room.

"Oh shit." Grant glanced at Amber, his nostrils expanding as he took a deep breath and growled, "Oh fuck."

Callum relaxed but remained where he was, partially shielding his female from view. He'd told the Beta about the female in his dreams, warning Grant that life in the pack was about to change. Since he'd never gotten violent over a woman before, he was certain Grant knew the score.

"'Oh fuck' is right."

"You've got to get her out of here. She's almost in season." Grant's eyes shifted from brown to amber. "Her mating scent is all over the place."

"Tell me something I don't know," Callum muttered and shook his head.