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bother Dante. After what
the Silverbacks had done to his family, any revenge would be only a small
compensation. There would be nothing her mate or brother could do, she now belonged
to him, and he had every right to do as he saw fit with his prisoner.
    While he heated
a pot of water on the wood stove, Dante rummaged in his closet for something to
wear and then he changed his mind. Why the hell did he need to impress the enemy?
Nonetheless, he did wash up and even shaved. He had needed to do that anyway,
and he told himself it wasn’t because of the girl. His mind kept drifting back
to her, though. She was so very attractive with her long, blonde hair, piercing
blue eyes and slender frame. He hadn’t caught the smell of her mate about her,
but if she swam there, that scent would have been washed away.
    As he splashed
some spicy-smelling cologne onto his face, he heard the soft knock at his door.
    “Come on in,” he
yelled while he exited his small bedroom.
    As Beth stepped
inside, her brown-eyed gaze darted over his home, and she scowled. He knew she
would be back tomorrow to clean it up. The woman hated a mess, and Dante wasn’t
much for keeping his place tidy.
    “We have a
little problem,” Beth said.
    “What kind of problem?”
he asked, trying to pull her attention away from the small mountain of laundry
he’d told himself earlier he was going to wash.
    “The girl can’t
move her legs.”
    He stared at her
for a moment. The bullet had entered her upper hip and exited near the middle
of her back, but he hadn’t thought about it paralyzing her.
    “Is she in
pain?” he asked. It struck him as a little odd. She hadn’t shown him any signs
of it when he’d been in there.
    “No, she can’t
feel anything from her waist down. I imagine she’ll be fine within the week.”
    “Is she cleaned
up and dressed?” he asked. She would heal, but still it bothered him that
Memphis had injured her so badly.
    “Yes. What do
you plan to do with her?” Beth asked as she stood there eyeing him.
    His sister-in-law
was an imposing woman, standing nearly six feet tall. Her long, black hair was
kept back in a braid. Her rounding tummy was full of life, and it had only made
her harder to deal with. Strong-willed and obstinate, she could bring most men
to their knees with her sharp tongue and dominate stature. She stood there with
her hand on her hip. She cast a suspicious look at him. Her gaze held his,
nearly demanding him to tell her.
    “I’m not sure
yet, but whatever it is, it’s none of your concern, Beth. She’s an enemy,” he
stated sternly.
    Dante knew what
he wanted to do, although he seriously doubted Anya would be willing, and he
couldn’t do that to a woman.
    “Well, you
should know then she’s not mated.” Dante nearly groaned out loud. Beth already
had an idea of his intentions, and by her tone, she wasn’t pleased.
    “How do you know
that?” he asked.
    “I asked her.”
    “Oh.” Dante
never thought about asking the girl if she had a mate. He’d just assumed she
had one.
    “Now I need to
get home to get my bread rising for the morning. I’ll be over after lunch to
clean this up,” she said with a light snort and turned and left him standing
there.
    When he had
learned that Anya had no mate, it did strange things to Dante’s insides. The
feeling left him perplexed, just as much as why the hell she would come there.
An unmated werewolf female of his enemy’s pack had practically delivered
herself right to him. He forced the smile off his face as he left his cabin and
made for the tiny shack they held the girl in. She was definitely a prize and
one he needed to use very carefully to get the full benefits. If he were a
vengeful man, he would have killed her, but he couldn’t do that. Mating her
would be a more fitting revenge after what her family had done.
    To mate her all
he had to do was to bed her. It was just that simple. Wolves would stay
together for life unless their mate was stolen or