Taming Heather [Cariboo Lunewulf 1] Read Online Free PDF

had seemed content to let him handle the call without explanation.
    He parked the squad car on the edge of the park, somewhat surprised to see that a number of people stood where the playground equipment was. This little human bitch had attracted quite a crowd.
    “So as leader of these werewolves, are you speaking on behalf of these women?” Heather was saying when he approached the group. “You would say that these werewolf children, these cubs, are safe to interact among human children even though they show a tendency toward fighting?”
    “Just because our cubs got into a scrap doesn’t mean she has to come over and stick a microphone in our face.” The disgruntled bitch, who had a cub standing next to her and one in her arms, glared at Heather.
    “You didn’t stop them from fighting.” Heather wasn’t in baggy clothes today, but instead wore a close-fitting dress and heels. She had pale pink pantyhose on which matched the darker shade of her dress. Instead of her hair being pulled back like it had been last night, today strawberry-blonde locks fell in a stylish cut around her face.
    If it weren’t for the fact that she was human, Marc would say she looked damned sexy.
    Johann Rousseau managed a pleasant expression, showing his true colors of being purebred lunewulf . He was always the friendly diplomat.“Now don’t tell me that human children never fight.”
    Marc took that moment to enter into the group, patting Rousseau on the shoulder and then moving in on Heather. Something resembling embarrassment and arousal filled the air around her when she looked up at him. Green eyes charged with life took him on defiantly. Marc didn’t miss the curious look Rousseau gave him and then the human reporter.
    “Time to break the party up,” Marc told the surrounding group of humans and werewolves. Immediately his pack members began moving away, their attention on their leader but honoring his request. “If our reporter here has more questions, she can contact our pack leader for an appointment.”
    He took Heather by the arm, wasting no time in pulling her away from the group of curious onlookers. Most of the werewolves around them were irritated, but amused curiosity floated toward him in the air. He knew what they were thinking.
    The worst mix on this planet would be a Cariboo lunewulf and a human. And they were right.
    “Where are you taking me?” She almost ran to keep up with his long pace, but he didn’t care. “I’m not breaking any laws.”
    “Try ‘disturbing the peace’.” He kept a firm hold on her when she almost tripped in her heels while hurrying to match his stride.
    “How about adding manhandling to that list,” she added.
    “You seem to like that manhandling charge.” He looked down at her in time to see her scowl, although her cheeks flushed a beautiful peach color.
    “My car is on the other side of the park.” She rubbed her arm when he let go of it.
    Marc opened the passenger side of his squad car. “I’ll give you a lift.”
    She hesitated for a moment, but then climbed in, showing a fair amount of leg before running her hand over her dress to straighten it. He bet her legs were as smooth as silk with those hose on. He imagined ripping the hose from her body but then closed her door quickly, hiding the view of her legs. His cock stirred to life in his pants but he ignored it. There was no reason for fantasizing about this woman. She was human, and a pain in the ass.
    “Why are you a cop and not pack leader?” she asked when he pulled out of the stall and headed to the parking lot on the other side of the park. “Your kind seem to have a lot of respect for you.”
    “They respect me because I am a cop,” he told her. “And because I’m Cariboo .”
    “What’s a Cariboo ?” She turned in her seat, again allowing her dress to glide up her legs as she looked at him.
    He only glanced at her briefly, needing to focus on his driving. The smell of her perfume wrapped around