Lone Wolf Pack 04.1 - Bonded to His Werewolf Lover Read Online Free PDF

didn't give him the chance. He summoned his beast form to the surface and melted into his wolf, landing on four paws on the floor.
    His mate didn't move. He just stood there, mouth still open, gaze fixed on Nate. Nate took a tentative step forward, and that snapped Val out of his trance. He shook his head and pinched himself, all the while backing away from Nate.
    "Okay, this is a dream. I'm having a particularly vivid nightmare. That's all there is to it. My boyfriend didn't just turn into a mythological creature in front of me."
    Nate had expected a level of denial so he tried not to let it get to him. His wolf shied away from the rejection inherent in the word "nightmare," but Nate reminded himself Val was human, and had been through some pretty bad relationships. It was only normal that he'd react in a less than ideal way to this revelation.
    He turned back into his human form and stepped toward his mate, suppressing a wince when the change made no difference in Val's attitude. "Okay, now the hearing me out part begins," he managed to say.
    "Right," Val breathed out, sounding dazed. "I did promise that. Can I ask something first?"
    "Of course. Anything you like."
    "Is this real?" Val gave him a pleading look, but Nate couldn't quite tell whether his mate wanted him to say "yes" or "no".
    A lie was unacceptable, so Nate nodded. "Very real. Like I said, I'm a werewolf. And no, I don't plan to hurt you, or turn you into a werewolf, or anything like that. It doesn't work that way. I'm just another species."
    Val didn't answer, so Nate went on, hoping to draw some sort of reaction from his mate. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this, but for obvious reasons, we can't reveal the truth about our existence to just anyone. And to be frank, I was afraid of how you'd react."
    "Then why tell me now? And what connection does it have with you not wanting to touch me? Are we... incompatible?"
    "Uh... Not at all." How was he going to put this? It had sounded unbelievable even for him, and he was a werewolf. "The truth is, I can get you pregnant, even if you're a man, and I'm not 100 percent sure a condom would prevent that."
    Val shot him a look a disbelief. "Pregnant. As in, a baby. That kind of pregnant. Nate, I'm a man."
    "I'm very aware," Nate replied, "but it's happened before." He licked his lips nervously, unsure if he should say this. The entire werewolf world was aware of it, but in a way, it wasn't his secret to tell.
    But this was his mate, looking at him questioningly and Nate couldn't bear to leave him with the questions, with the uncertainty. "You remember when you told me about your staff members who left a while back? Gavin Price and Jessie Orwell."
    Val was visibly startled. "I didn't tell you their names, did I?"
    "Well, no. I kind of... figured out that part on my own. The truth is, they left because they mated werewolves, and got pregnant. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, Gavin's already given birth."
    He wasn't very sure about it, since the Simmons family wanted nothing to do with the Adlers, but the conflict between the two packs had naturally led to Nate learning some pretty detailed information. Bits and pieces had been confirmed as time passed, especially since Dean Simmons had left quite the mess at the Gathering.
    But Val was too dumbfounded about the information to process any sort of uncertainty on Nate's part. "You're kidding," he said as he plopped down on the couch.
    "I wouldn't kid with something like this. Remember when I told you about my family business?" Val nodded, almost absently, like an automaton. "I was referring to my pack. There was a conflict between my Alpha and the Alpha of the pack Gavin and Jessie are kind of affiliated to. The end result, after a lot of political maneuvering I won't bore you with, is that my Alpha and his son—who were, coincidentally, my uncle and my cousin—were killed, and Gavin, Jessie and their mates had to move."
    "That... That sort of makes sense. Gavin originally