The Alpha’s Arranged Bride: A Paranormal Shifter Romance (Wolf's Midlife Bond Book 3) by Aline Ash

Author:Aline Ash [Ash, Aline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-06-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Prairie Rose

Agnar was out again in the woods, and even though it was past midnight, and he hadn’t come back and hadn’t been home since she’d arrived back at the cabin after taking the boys to school, she told herself not to worry.

Of course, that’s all she did.

She was two seconds away from dropping the book she’d been staring at steadily for the past three hours without reading and flying out the door again, when she heard the soft click as it opened and the even softer noise of it closing. The lock engaged and that couldn’t be done quietly. The zipper of his jacket, undone slowly, echoed in the quiet.

She froze, listening for his footsteps. He didn’t go into the kitchen or find himself something to eat off the counter. He went straight to the boys’ room. Except, he didn’t stop. That heavy tread, probably once done with confidence and power, now sounded more like a dragging, plodding shuffle. Her door was closed, and she held her breath while she imagined his hand on the knob. Twisting it. Coming inside.

Her mind flew back to that night in his bed where she’d pretended to be asleep.

The knock that came was so quiet that it was hardly a knock at all. Her mouth went so dry she could hardly swallow. “Come in,” she choked.

Her body heated up to irrational levels as her heart started to pound. It didn’t matter that she knew Agnar had pretty much promised that he would never touch her and would never want to touch her. Her body was a stupid thing when it came to him. It didn’t get the memo about what had happened, and anything he’d ever said refused to banish the unruly flames that licked her physically whenever he was near.

She’d ground against him, soaked his leg with her wetness, she’d been in his arms when he’d pressed her dangerously against a wall. She’d bitten him, dreamed about him, ached for him, and just the day before, she’d straddled his lap. She’d been bold enough to touch him many times, but never like a lover.

The second he stepped into the room in his usual black ensemble, she swore she could feel the cold radiating off him. His soft dark lashes were starred from being frozen and melting when he entered the house. His skin was still flushed from the cold. His mahogany beard had droplets of moisture clinging to it and his hair was a little bit flat, like he’d actually worn a beanie.

His gray eyes were just as cold and flat as ever.

Her heart tripped over itself and banged loudly and painfully into the cage holding it in her chest when his hands slipped under the hem of his shirt. No one could tell that there was something wrong with them from afar. She had no violent leanings, but if she could, she’d find Alexander and make him pay for days or even weeks for what he’d done.

Agnar tugged his shirt off with a swift motion from behind his head.

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