over. But was she tingly because she was annoyed? Or annoyed because his gruff commands made her tingly? Or were the tingles leftover from the mind-blowing orgasm – “Fuck!” The man had spanked her. He’d actually held her still and smacked her ass like she was an errant child. She shouldn’t be having tingles of any kind!
D efeated and confused, she trudged to the training ring. “Sorry,” she said to Darla and Monica. “I did the best that I could but he’s more stubborn than I thought. He won’t let us fight. Might as well go to dinner now.”
“You’re just gonna give up?” Darla asked.
She sighed. “I think he’ll kill me if I don’t.” His angry glare flashed in her mind. “Or beat me , at the very least.”
“ Sorin wouldn’t hurt a woman,” Monica insisted.
“You didn’t see his face.” Or his hand slapping my ass. She grabbed her coat from the ground and brushed it off. “No. We’ll skip this fight. There’ll be others and I’ll keep chipping away at Sorin and the council. I don’t give up easily.”
Darla grumbled but both women acquiesced. Shoulders slumped, they grabbed their bags and walked toward her.
Monica stopped short and scrunched her nose at Harmony . “Hey, what happened to your neck?”
“My neck? What –” She gasped. Then she remembered. Sorin had bit her.
“Shit.” Without another word, she ran straight to her cabin then slammed the door behind her.
She flipped on the bathroom light and stared at the mirror. On the bottom right side of her neck, a dark red br uise, stark and painfully obvious, stood out against her white skin.
Sorin , the Northwest pack beta, had marked her.
Chapter 4
Harmony shot up in bed. The rolling thunder in the distance had startled her awake. Flashes of lightening outside were her only source of light. She glanced at the two empty beds in her cabin then remembered she’d traded the night shift with Monica, and Darla was visiting her grandparents in Nevada. Though she’d been raised outside pack, she was a pack creature by nature and sleeping alone still kind of freaked her out. And she’d just had a horrifying nightmare. She shuddered and clutched her blanket closer.
As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she couldn’t seem to shake the uneasy feeling that something was watching her. The rain pounded on the c abin roof, drowning out any sound of a possible enemy. Out of the corner of her eye, a figure moved outside her window. Or were her eyes playing tricks on her?
There were cabins on either side of hers but suddenly she felt so alone. And some menacing presence had her hair standing on end. A loud bang from behind the cabin startled a squeak out of her. Without another thought she dashed out of the cabin and into the pouring rain. Her bare feet splashed through mud puddles as she sprinted to the other side of camp, instinct driving her toward the person she felt safest with.
She didn’t bother to knock. The lights were off so its inhabitant was either sleeping or working. She stepped inside and looked for his figure in the bed. A soft, rhythmic snoring filled the room.
Now what? Fuck. What the fuck had she been thinking? Waking the pack beta because of a bad dream and a thunderstorm?
She turned around to slip back out but a hand caught her around the throat and shoved her into the wall. The only thing she had time to do was gasp. T he powerful creature bore down on her like an angry bear and robbed her of breath.
“Harmony?” Sorin said, his voice filled with sleepy confusion. The hand on her throat pulled away and she sagged against the wall. His footsteps pounded across the wood floor then the room filled with light.
After she caught her breath, s he looked him over. Dressed only black boxer shorts, she got a good look at his body. His abs rippled in six very distinct lines. His biceps bulged like a boxer and his disheveled hair made him look like he’d just come off a fight. God, she’d never seen anything so
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