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him in disbelief as he casually checked his nails.
    Len slid her cup of coffee onto the table. The strong aroma did little to reel her back.
    “Can’t you boys be a little less direct? Look at the poor creature. She’s beside herself,” the older man said. His strong hand clamped down on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.
    Jacy sat straight in his chair, eyes locked with Len.
    Coal growled deep in his throat.
    Len’s hand lifted from her.
    Shyla exchanged glances between her two bodyguards. When she turned to Len, his hands were raised in surrender and he stepped back.
    “Down, boys. No challenge. I have my mate. I’m not taking yours. Just…take it easy on the sweet thing.” He chuckled and shook his head, hands dropping to his sides. The ferocious electrical current that had sparked to life slowly fizzled out. Jacy settled back in his chair. Coal pinched his forehead between his thumb and forefinger.
    Shyla scooted her chair back to better see both men at her table.
    Maybe her lost kin cream analogy wasn’t so far off track.
    “Mate?” she asked.
    “Wow, you say it like it’s a bad thing,” Jacy snorted.
    “Maybe I did.”
    “Maybe you should get used to the fact that you have two men who’ll nuzzle you night and day.”
    “Stop with the crude remarks.”
    “Jacy, shut the fuck up, and keep your cock in check,” Coal snapped. Shyla blinked at him. His dark eyes held the vaguest hint of frost blue slithering through them. His hand dropped from his forehead and he sighed. “Sorry, Shyla.”
    “Wait. So you’re telling me you two are mates? Like, you and him…?”
    “Like, no,” Jacy mimicked. “Like, he and I are not lovers. We’re your lovers.”
    Shyla whipped her hand out and smacked him on the arm. He snarled, a real lip-pulled-back-teeth-bared snarl, the playful glitter in his eyes blinding.
    Coal took her hand. “Don’t provoke him. He’s nothing more than a pup in an adult’s hide. You’re arousal isn’t helping matters. We can both smell you,” Coal said.
    “You…you can smell me?” Oh God, how embarrassing. All this time she thought these men dressed her in affection for the sake of enjoying it. Well, they enjoyed it because of her pheromones and a hope of…what? Fucking her?
    The image of herself being invaded by both men did little to tamp her growing attraction to them. In fact, heat moistened her panties, and her heart performed a strange little dance.
    “Listen to the voice in your spirit. The true you, not the city-girl you. I’ve noticed your adaption to Hood River from last night until now. You’re comfortable here. You feel at peace in the forest, in the wild. It’s your suppressed nature, your true self, trying desperately to lock down and come out. This is your home. This is where you belong. Your grandfather told Jacy and myself that we were chosen as your mates. Whether you want to accept it now or not is up to you, but you’ll never find the comfort and solace you’ve only begun to experience with us anywhere else.”
    Coal offered a small smile, and it softened his features to such a degree Shyla’s confusion and discord stepped into the backseat. The stifling air that suffocated her moments ago began to lift. She never once broke her gaze with Coal. His spirit called to hers, soothing her anxiety while petting the slinking shadow in her mind.
    “Shyla, sweetheart, your life is in danger. It’ll always be in danger because you aren’t a normal woman. You’re a white. A revered white wolf.” His knuckles lifted to her cheek, and he stroked her with a tenderness only he possessed for her. “It would’ve been only a matter of time before they tracked you down in New York. Here, you have us. You have packs willing to sacrifice lives of their members to keep you safe. This is your haven, your playground. All you need to do is see that what we’re saying is true. You’re a were, half human, half wolf. Every patron in this diner is a