Vegetarian Mate [Pack Law 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

found Jarrod’s eyes cold and hard. “Shit.”
    Jarrod met his eyes and said telepathically, “It can’t be one of our pack. The Alphas wouldn’t stand for this kind of thing.”
    Malcolm checked over his shoulder in case there were any humans nearby, but they had the office to themselves. “You think this is related to the other incidents?”
    Jarrod nodded silently.
    That would make this the fourth incident in two weeks. The first three had been livestock getting mauled or disappearing. Local ranchers swore that they’d seen a solitary wolf prowling around their herds. Jarrod’s official stance as sheriff was that there weren’t any wolves in this part of the country. He said the rancher must have seen a coyote or a feral dog.
    Of course, there were wolves, just not the kind that would go around harassing livestock.
    “If it is a wolf,” Jarrod said, breaking into Malcolm’s thoughts, “it has to be a rogue. No self-respecting were runs around causing wrecks and ripping the guts out of cattle.”
    Malcolm dropped his attention to the paper in his hand. He knew how Jarrod felt about rogue wolves. His brother’s position wasn’t unreasonable, considering what had happened. Considering what lone wolves often meant in a community.
    “Or just a coyote,” Malcolm suggested.
    “You always were an optimist . ” Jarrod picked up the phone from his desk. “Pull up those other reports from the ranchers. If there’s a pattern, we’ll find it.” After a pause, he added silently, “And don’t mention the dead livestock to our mate . ”
    “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Malcolm muttered.
     
    * * * *
     
    Rochelle groaned as burning pain radiated through her lower arm. She moved her head on the hard, warm pillow beneath her cheek and whimpered when she moved her arm. What have I done now! Opening her eyes, she stared at the unfamiliar wall across the room.
    “Are you in pain, darlin’?”
    She jumped, which jolted her sore arm and caused her to whimper again. Lifting her head and leaning on the elbow of her good arm, she looked up to find herself draped over Braxton Friess. Her clumsiness that morning came rushing back with startling clarity.
    “Oh shit,” she whispered and then pushed off of Braxton to a sitting position. “I can’t believe I did that.”
    “Don’t move your arm too much, darlin’. You don’t want to pull the stitches.”
    “God sakes, why do I have to be such a klutz?” she muttered, looking away from the sexy man lying next to her on the bed. He was so big it was a wonder his feet weren’t hanging off the end of the mattress. But the bed must have been custom made, because he fit perfectly.
    “I need to get going.” She inhaled jerkily.
    “No!” Braxton exclaimed. “You can’t drive with only one arm functional and a concussion, darlin’, that would be dangerous. Plus you need to be here so Blayk can keep an eye on your wound. You could get an infection.”
    “He gave me a shot of antibiotics. I’ll be fine. I’ll write you out a check to cover the cost of the damage I’ve caused.” She scooted to the side of the massive bed. Standing made her go light-headed, and she couldn’t see for a moment. Big, muscular arms wrapped around her waist, and when she could see once more, she was lying on the bed again.
    “You are too weak to be up and about, Rochelle. You lost a bit of blood this morning and will need to take it easy for a few days,” Braxton said, a frown marring his handsome face. “Don’t be in such a hurry to leave, darlin’. You can stay here for as long as you like.”
    “That’s very generous of you, but I’ve already imposed too much.” Lifting her arm to express herself caused her to cry out with pain.
    Braxton reached over her and carefully placed her arm on top of a pillow. “Don’t move again, Rochelle. You’re causing yourself unnecessary pain. I’m calling Blayk.”
    With his command still ringing in her ears, he rushed from the bedroom.