Wolf and Soul (The Alaska Princesses Trilogy, Book 3) by Taylor Theodora

Author:Taylor, Theodora [Taylor, Theodora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780984919390
Publisher: Amorous Publishing
Published: 2014-01-21T00:00:00+00:00

15

Tu woke up in a state of massive confusion and feeling, her entire body sore, her shoulder aching where Grady had bitten her… the words “rode hard” floated into her mind. Like she’d been taken across country and back again.

She was also very clean.

She sat up in the bed and moved the heavy quilt aside to look down at her body, which smelled of no-brand soap and lotion everywhere. Someone had not only scrubbed her down from top to bottom but had also moisturized her afterwards. Her wolf whimpered inside her, missing the marking scent that had sent her into a body-emulsifying climax the night before, even as her human startled at the thoughtful gesture.

However, she didn’t miss Grady’s marking scent for long. It hit her as soon as she stepped into the hallway, curling out from under Luke’s door, despite what smelled like a ton of cleaners that Grady must have used to scrub down the room. Also despite the fact that the door was closed now, with a shiny new padlock hanging off a freshly installed hasp. Tu knew without even having to touch it that both the padlock and the hasp beneath it would be made out of silver.

There was also a brand new set of wolf shackles attached to the house wall where the hallway dead-ended, the plaster dust underneath the mount giving testament to how recently the set had been installed.

Yet she went to him anyway.

After she got dressed in the jeans and coral waffle-knit thermal Grady had encouraged her to buy the day before when they went dress shopping, she went looking for him. And she found him at the back of the house, right where the hallway dead-ended, with what looked like an industrial-sized tape measure in his hand.

He must have smelled her coming because he was standing there, perfectly still, like he’d been waiting for her. He was dressed in the same thing she was, a long-sleeved thermal and jeans. But his thermal was white and clung to his body like it could barely contain the muscles underneath. He also wore a sheepskin bomber jacket over his ensemble.

It was another cold morning. Not as cold as back at the Colorado cabin, but cold enough. The air hung over them, frigid and unforgiving, and if either of them had spoken, you would have likely seen their breath in the air.

But neither of them said a word. Tu wasn’t even breathing.

“Are you okay?” she pushed into his head, not sure who she was currently dealing with, Grady or his beast.

It was Grady. His face crumpled into something that perfectly illustrated the term “everlasting sorrow” and he slammed his fist into his chest, rubbing it around in hard circles.

“It’s okay,” she said.

But he just shook his head and kept rubbing his fist over his chest, like he was having a nervous breakdown via ASL for “sorry.”

She grabbed his fist in both of his hands.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. But are you okay? Why aren’t you talking

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