The Werewolf Tycoon's Secret Baby (The Woolven Secret Book 2) by DeWylde Saranna

Author:DeWylde,Saranna [DeWylde,Saranna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Corvus Corax
Published: 2016-09-18T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

When the door to her room opened, it was both everything and nothing like she expected.

Lenore was sitting criss-cross applesauce, as Noah liked to say. She was wearing baggy sweats and a Scottish pub t-shirt—The Wolf and Lamb. It was bright green, with a giant wolf on the front holding up a pint of beer.

Wait, how did she know it was Scottish? Maybe it had been the green color. It always made her think of Scotland.

Randi was painting Lenore’s nails and was in no way an expert. “Fuck,” she muttered. “Shit. I’m just no good at this.”

Lenore laughed. “Keep trying.”

“Oh, just let me do it.” Another woman who was seated on the floor said.

“No, I’ll get it.”

The woman she didn’t know looked up. “Hi, I’m Maribella.”

She was quite possibly the most elegant creature Emmie had ever seen. Her white-blond hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, not a single strand out of place. Maribella’s cheekbones were sharp points, but her generous lips and large luminous eyes softened her face. She was so beautiful; it was hard to believe she was real.

Emmie had never felt more like a squat little mushroom.

“Maribella is Warner’s mate,” Randi explained.

“Uncle Warner, right?” Emmie clarified.

“Yes,” Lenore answered. “And it appears she’s none too happy about it.”

“Look, you wouldn’t be happy either if you agreed to marry one party and discovered you’d been married to another.” Maribella popped a chocolate in her mouth.

“Isn’t it like, some great honor or something that he kidnapped you? Because I told him I’d have his balls in a sling if he didn’t consider your wishes,” Randi grumbled, still trying, and failing, to get the polish on Lenore’s nails.

“He kidnapped you?” Emmie squeaked.

Maribella rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Yeah, in Denver, or a rocky mountain road, he tore the roof off of my limo with his bare hands. Said he was Warner Woolven, and I was his. If I consented. I mean, that’s more choice than many mates are given.”

“So, you just… you said yes?” Emmie asked, trying to imagine Drew ripping the roof off a limo. It kind of turned her on. What was wrong with her? She’d gone from not being able to think about sex to only thinking about sex.

At least now she was sure she didn’t have any cobwebs.

“Well, what was I going to say? I’d agreed to marry a Woolven. I thought it would be Parker, but that wasn’t the one I got, was it?”

“That sounds kind of horrible,” Emmie said.

“It is what it is. I knew I’d marry for pack alliance and there’s a certain standard of living to which I have become accustomed. There are worse fates,” Maribella said. “I hear that Parker married a waitress in Vegas. That he thought she was me. Imagine his surprise.”

“DeVaughn and Woolven are on opposite sides in the war. How do you reconcile that your father still sent you?” Randi asked.

She shrugged. “My father knew I’d be safe here. With Peter Breslin—” She stopped and shot a look at Emmie.

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