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                  Kristofer bowed gallantly. “Welcome to your bridenapping, milady,” he said. Then he swept her up and threw her over his shoulder as if she weighed no more than a feather, and he strode off to the limousine that was idling on the street at the end of the alleyway.
     

Chapter 4
     
                  “You invited the press?” Caitlin demanded as the limousine drove off.  She twisted around and looked through the rear window. The photographers were running after the car, still snapping away, and the TV news crews had their cameras trained on the limo.
                  Kristofer laughed. “No, they tagged along. They’ve been staking out your office all night long, apparently. Along with your house, of course.”
                  “You could have discouraged them,” she complained, folding her arms across her chest. 
                  “Perhaps,” he acknowledged. “But I have nothing to hide. We are carrying on a centuries old tradition, and I am claiming my destined mate as my bride. Not all Alphas are so lucky. Some are forced to marry women they care nothing for, for political reasons. I am blessed.”
                  “You are sneaky and deceitful, is what you are. I know you’re up to something.” She fixed him with a glare. “And if you think that you’re going to be enjoying my favors in the bedroom tonight, you’ve got another thing coming.”
                  He bowed his head gallantly. “As you wish, my lady.  Which means that you would be advised not to be anywhere near me at moonrise.”
                  “Why?”
                  “Around moonrise, the pheromones of a fully mature Alpha are particularly strong. It lasts for about an hour. We avoid all women who are not our mates at that time.”
                  “Oh, come on,” she scoffed. “Tell me another one. This happens at every single moonrise?”
                  “Yes. We believe it’s an evolutionary trait evolved to ensure that the Alpha and his mate produce many offspring.” He flashed her a white-toothed grin. “Or we’re just incredibly lucky.”
                  “But…” her voice trailed off.  Was he telling the truth?  The thought of him emitting overwhelming pheromones was just too much. He was already so sexy she feared her panties would melt off. She scooted further away from him on the soft leather seat, pressing up against the door.
                  “Why haven’t I heard about this before?” she demanded.
                  He shrugged. “You know how private we werewolves are about our culture and our ways. I’m trying to encourage my people to open up more, actually, which is why I didn’t object too much to the press being present. But there are many facets of our life that we don’t share with humans.”
                  “But…moonrise time changes. It’s about 50 minutes later every day. It cycles throughout the day as the year goes on.”
                  He nodded. “Yes.”
                  “So every single day you have to pay attention to what time moonrise is and go hide away for an hour, in case you get overwhelmingly sexy?”
                  He gave her a self satisfied smile. “I’m already overwhelmingly sexy. So I’m told.  But yes, if it happens during my waking hours, I do have to be aware. It’s just one more burden of being the Alpha.” He sounded very smug as he said that.
                  “I don’t believe you.”
                  There was a roguish gleam in his eye. “You’re more than welcome to test that theory. It happens around 8:30 tonight. Come sit by me and see what happens.”
                  She suppressed a shiver at the thought. 
                  “The pheromones don’t