Little Red (Not Quite the Fairy Tale #5) Read Online Free PDF

question; of course he didn’t.
    Then, he remembered the reddish wolf quite clearly. The one who hadn’t attacked anyone. Somewhere in his mind, he thought it might even have lingered around him, as if to guard him...
    Slowly, he nodded.
    The male took his hand and pushed it on his forehead. All of the sudden, Chase felt part of something bigger, something that was beautiful and warm, like a tight knit family. It was his link with Mimi, only, ten, a hundred, a thousand times stronger.
    “That’s what a pack should feel like,” he said, dropping his hand.
    For one moment, Chase hated him for taking something so pure away from him.
    “We’re all intertwined because we all answer to our link – our Alpha. When the Alpha orders, we obey. Simple as that.”
    The Wilderling had been right: he wouldn’t have understood if he hadn’t felt the link – he was pretty certain he would have done just about anything to carry on being part of that crowd.
    “But you resisted?”
    He shrugged.
    “I said it’s what a pack should feel like. Norman’s is polluted because he’s a wild beast. He pretends to obey our traditions, but really, he’s just picked whichever ones suit him. For example? Killing Jereenan. He only started a few years ago, to feed his lust for the hunt. Many of us wanted out, but there’s no male with his strength – trying to take his place would have been suicidal. So we waited for a window of opportunity. All I mean is, don’t start a personal vendetta against the entire pack; there are less than a handful amongst us who are truly loyal to Norman. Here we are, your highness. You’re home.”
    He was: as promised, they’d taken him back right to the palace’s doorsteps, at the edge of the forest. Chase was grateful they’d chosen to lead him there rather than back to Crystalia: it was dark out, which meant that he’d been missing for a while. Mimi was probably frantic by now.
    “Where are you going to go?”
    The male shrugged, turning to glance at the woman in red.
    She’d closed her coat around her ample chest, but every glance he stole made him react completely, utterly inappropriately. For all that was holy, she was a wolf.
    Some part of him was thinking and your point? Frankly, it baffled him. Why was he so indifferent about it?
    Probably the shock. Reasoning that he could most definitely not be trusted to make any kind of decision regarding the hot, dangerous female before he had a shower, a glass of brandy and a wank – not necessarily in that order – he ignored his illogical desire to just close the distance and pull her into his arms.
    The woman’s gaze went to him, first, piercing him in a way that made him feel hot under the collar for all the right reasons, before focusing on the redhead, who turned to tell him: “We’ll be fine.”
    “Don’t tell me: You guys are psychic.”
    He hoped he was just going to wake the fuck up and actually open his eyes to a world that made sense.
    “Anyway, it’s late. You should stay – there’s plenty of room, as you can imagine.”
    He had no fucking clue what possessed him to offer them shelter.
    Except the fact that they’d kind of saved his life, taken him home in one piece, and there were children amongst them.
    Besides, if they lived in those woods somewhere, they were his subjects. Ensuring they were fine was his job.
    He’d apparently shocked and confused all those who’d heard him, as much as he’d shocked and confused himself.
    A very small – cat-size – pretty fluffy, adorable pup trotted to his feet and shot him the most disturbingly cute puppy dog eyes, before barking at a high pitch and pushing on its hind leg, trying to climb up his trousers.
    Ah, hell. What had he gotten himself into?
    “Come on up, then,” he sighed, grabbing the pup and tucking him under his arm.
     

 
    Chapter Five
    Mistake
     
    She’d expected that he’d give them a couple of larger rooms where they could all bunk together, or something;