The Devil's a Werewolf by Thalia Eames

Author:Thalia Eames
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Multicultural;Werewolves & Shifters;Paranormal;Romantic Comedy;Contemporary;best friend’s brother
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2015-10-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Daz pushed the Hellion to its limits. His claws dug into the steering wheel, and he went wild—off-roading in fields of wild flowers and spring clover. He’d wanted to unleash his wolverine but changed his mind. He and his animal shared the same level of fury and that wouldn’t do.

Larkin Grace hadn’t said anything new. Daz had heard how much he resembled the Tahvili family. Hell, he’d seen the resemblance for himself. The same rage that exploded within him was legendary in that family, and the need to dominate stood out as a family trait.

But Daz was a Warren to his soul. Whoever his Tahvili mother had been, she hadn’t wanted him. Had thrown him in the trash, in case there were doubts about his value.

The thing he regretted most wasn’t Jules learning about the shit hole of a family he’d likely come from. He could deal with that. His loss of control in front of her bothered him most. Tonight she’d seen the dominant alpha who had once needed to make the shifters around him submit.

Daz sped up, drifted into a wild curve and repeated the maneuver on the other side of the field. Then he mashed the accelerator, turned the wheel hard, and lost control, crashing into a wooden fence and taking a good one hundred feet of it out. The demolition didn’t slow him down; it fueled his need to break shit, to be that reckless kid who’d loved nothing more than fucking up.

Daz rode that way for more than two hours until the blue and red flashing lights caught up with him, and Sheriff Stan flagged him down.

Lucky for Daz he’d decided to go crazy in a shifter town. The sheriff understood the boiling blood of the animal inside. The sheriff also promised to punch him in the head if he lost control again. That seemed fair to Daz. And he avoided a night in jail by vowing to fix the fence and pay the owners for their trouble.

Worn out and ashamed, he crawled into his bed at Averdeen Manor thirty minutes later and passed out face first.

Daz woke after a few minutes of sleep when his bedroom door swooshed open. Orange blossoms filled his nose and he groaned. Flipping onto his back he waited for Jules. She didn’t ask permission. She just climbed into his bed, laid one hand on the crown of his head, and threw the other arm across his bare chest, before she snuggled into his side.

“You thought you’d scared me away, huh?” she asked.

He relaxed, but didn’t touch her. “Yeah, I did.”

“I’ll never be scared of you, Dashiell. I might get pissed but I’m not afraid of you.”

“Okay,” he breathed the word out, covering his eyes with his free forearm.

“You are a Warren, Daz,” she said, tapping his chest. “I saw you with Cash. You move like they do. Get into mischief the way they do. And you’re just as beautiful as any one of them.”

“I don’t need you to tell me that, Blue.

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