Beauty and the Werewolf (Entangled Covet) (San Francisco Wolf Pack) Read Online Free PDF Page A

through him, jagged and hot. Straight through his palm and up his arm. Soul-searing pain splintered into his shoulder and radiated through his chest. The urge to haul her into his arms hit him like a sledgehammer to the temples. The wolf part of him wanted to claim Isabelle as his own, right here and right now, even though he didn’t know a damned thing about her. It was irrational, yet the impulses felt as natural as breathing. As sure as the blood hammering through his veins, Isabelle Connelly was his . With a jolt, he took back his hand and rubbed it on his jeans.
    Nodding good-bye, she strode toward the driver’s door of her car.
    But wait—hadn’t she felt what he had?
    Two seconds ago, he’d been facing certain death. He could’ve keeled over in months, days, or minutes. Hell, he could’ve died right at her feet. But now, if they bonded as werewolf mates, he had another seven hundred years ahead of him.
    He’d given up hope of ever finding her and feeling the connection. His fated mate.
    And now here she was—his Luminary —right in his grasp.
    “Wait.” He was at her door in two sure strides. “You can’t go.”
    “Oh, I can and I will.” She yanked the door open and slid inside. “Watch me.”
    He clutched the door and held it apart from the car’s frame. Kneeling, he blocked the gap so she couldn’t close the door on him.
    “How can you feel that and just leave?”
    Staring as if he were crazy, Isabelle brought the car to life. “Feel what? Anger? Resentment? Disappointment that I traveled all that way from Ireland to make an offer to the most unreasonable MacGrath in the family line?”
    His stomach soured and then knotted into a rotten pit.
    She hadn’t felt the spark. If she had, she wouldn’t have been talking this way.
    The Luminary spark was different for every wolf. Based on the pack dynamic, position in the pack, or the age of the partner, each werewolf would feel something unique. He’d been so eager to find his mate, he’d never considered the fact that she might not feel the spark the same way he had.
    “The Luminary spark.” The words burned his tongue. “You’re my fated mate.”
    “Ha!” She laughed the word. “I thought you were crazy when you jumped out of a perfectly safe helicopter, but now…” Shaking her head, she laughed and laughed. And put the car in drive. “You’re certifiable.”
    “But the zing. The electricity when we touched.” He stared, waiting for some kind of recognition in her eyes. Nothing. “You didn’t feel it?”
    She pursed her lips. “If you don’t get out of the way, Jack MacGrath, I might run you over and leave two dickheads lying on your driveway.”
    He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers. Not now.
    She couldn’t go back to Ireland.
    As she hit the gas, jerking the car door from his grasp, he stood and hollered, “I’ll give you the painting.”
    Brake lights.
    This time, when she reversed, he jumped out of the way. Rolling down the window, Isabelle stuck out her elbow and glared. “What do you want?”
    Think fast. Think clear.
    “I donated a painting to the de Young museum for its exhibit tonight. They’ve invited me to attend as an honored guest. If you’ll be my date, Werewolf in Venice will be yours.”
    It was a small price to pay to add hundreds of years to his life.
    “You’ll give it to me…just like that.” She squinted, disbelieving. “If I go out with you. Yet two million dollars wouldn’t cut it?”
    “There are some things you can’t put a price on.” He nodded. Only once. “You can even meet me there, if you’d like. It’s black tie. Eight o’clock.”
    She didn’t say a word. But as she pulled out of his driveway and slowed around the corner, he knew he’d see her again.
    It was all he needed.
    It was everything.

Chapter Four
    M ake it through the night, get the painting, go home.
    Repeating the plan to herself didn’t ease her nerves. Parked in a garage in the heart of Golden Gate