was time he made up his mind, and
right now his wolf side was losing the battle. Waiting to find forever with a wolf
mate was one choice, but perhaps he could find forever in a different direction.
***
Alone in her hotel room that night Missy paced, unable to sit still with the energy
surging through her. The day had turned out nothing like she expected. She still
felt Tad’s mouth on hers, the caress of his hands on her body. Never before had
she experienced such a strong attraction. The connection with Tad was
overpowering, a little frightening and divinely potent. Was it what she wanted?
Was it what she needed?
After fleeing Whistler she had worked days and researched at night until nearly a
month later she found a possible solution to her problem.
Wolf hormones.
The genetic differences between werewolves and humans were small but
profound. It was the presence of unique chemicals that made possible the
physical transformation between forms. Those same compounds caused the
incredible bond between wolf couples to occur. The creation of lifetime mates
was a blessing, but there was a hidden curse. Male wolves built up an excess
supply of the hormones during adolescence.
While wolves and humans could have sex, the chemicals were only released
during intimacy with a female wolf. A cousin once told Missy guys jokingly called
the situation “double virginity”. No matter how active their sex life with humans,
males still had to lose their wolf virginity with a female more powerful than them
or the huge amount of hormones released could backfire, creating a pheromone
overload.
The female would become hopelessly obsessed with her partner due to nothing
more than a chemical chain reaction. A false mate, with the lifetime connection
on only one side.
That was how her brother-in-law had hoped to gain control over her. Doug
thought compelling Missy into marriage with his inexperienced brother would
trap her.
Missy opened the window to let in the cold night air, the room suddenly close
and unbearable. She leaned her head against the windowsill, fighting down the
shudders that threatened to overtake her as she remembered her wedding night.
It wasn’t the sex that had scared her, but she hadn’t been in love and her terror of
becoming trapped had made the experience hell. Missy had always considered it
a miracle she was a stronger wolf than anyone expected.
And now she discovered an overload would not only have forced a false mate,
the destructive chemical reaction would have also eliminated her latent Omega
talents.
She resumed pacing, the small space of the hotel room like a cage around her.
The solution had been there all the time. Wolf society knew about false mates
and had guidelines in the code to help prevent it. They had even developed the
ritual of FirstMate once it was discovered that if a male’s first experience was
with a wolf who was already mated, the chemicals had no effect.
If she could provide FirstMate to a powerful wolf, it could destroy her talents and
she would be free. Doug would have no use for her without intact Omega
abilities. Giving up a part of herself to avoid being used as a tool seemed an
acceptable sacrifice. Even if it meant she would forever love someone who didn’t
love her back.
But who should she approach to offer FirstMate? Only strong wolves or mated
females with their husband’s approval could offer to act as a guide. In her case it
would be assumed as a widow she would be safe from the hormone backlash. If
the attempt failed she had decided she would shift into her wolf and disappear
from human society forever. The Yukon was a logical safe haven. Her time was
running out and if FirstMate didn’t work, going feral seemed the only choice left.
And Tad was in the north. Missy had always remembered him and his face was
the first to rush to her mind, perhaps for a good reason. They had only kept their
hands off each other during the