Chance on Love (Kagan Wolves) Read Online Free

of her blood dripping from the wound sickened him. Literally. It wasn’t simply empathy or concern for another shifter, but a physical response. His gut rolled.
    “—I ran instead.”
    Her voice registered in his mind, but he didn’t catch what she’d said. He shook his head.
    “I’m sorry. I drank a lot tonight. The brain’s a little sluggish. What did you say?” It was a lie. He wasn’t drunk. Even his buzz had worn off, but he didn’t want to admit he felt like a failure and an asshole. She’d hurt herself because of him .
    She gave him a wan smile and approached him, then rose on her tiptoes and laid a hand against his cheek. He gazed into her face from inches away and studied her as the gods had intended her to be. Her makeup had disappeared with her shift. Although artfully done, it hadn’t made her prettier. It had merely drawn attention to her features, but it wasn’t necessary. Her natural beauty captivated him. He mapped her face with his gaze, searing her image into his memory.
    Her short eyelashes were nearly luminescent, and combined with her icy eyes, she appeared ethereal. Her pink lips and flawless skin added to the image. She could’ve been a snow goddess, but she wasn’t cold. The lust displayed in her expression promised a passionate side that could make any male burn. He curled his fist to resist pulling her closer. He wanted her to set him on fire, but listening to her was more important.
    “I said”—she dragged her fingertips along his jaw to the corner of his mouth—“I looked at you sitting there all alone, and my possessive instincts flared. I wanted to make you mine, but you dismissed me. I figured you already had a lover, so to avoid humiliating myself, I ran instead.”
    His first assessment of her had been right. The female was unlike any he’d ever met. It was no wonder he’d been drawn to her. “Do you make a habit of taking what you want?”
    “Mmm-hmm.” Her eyes twinkled, and her lip quivered. “I’m from the Tanner pack, and we embrace the old ways that say the strong should be rewarded the best prize.”
    He would’ve been annoyed by her words if he didn’t see the amusement in her gaze. According to the old ways of pack mentality, the weak—whether they were beta shifters or humans—were left to fend for themselves. If they died, then it was nature’s way of ridding the pack of the worthless.
    Thankfully, the Kagan pack didn’t uphold those teachings. If they did, Riley and her twin would’ve died as infants. Although they ranked as betas in the pack hierarchy, Sean couldn’t imagine his life without them.
    He settled his hands on her hips. “Is that what I am? A prize?”
    “Maybe.” She chuckled. “But at the moment, I should say you’re my hero. You did save me. I acted like an idiot. What I did was just plain stupid.”
    “Don’t ever use those words to describe yourself. I don’t like it.” He bent and dragged his parted lips over the delicate column of her neck to the spot right below her ear. “Try words like beautiful, strong, bold, sexy. Those are fitting words for you.”
    She curled her hand around the back of his head. “And how would you describe yourself?”
    He caught her lobe and sucked on it. A shudder ran through her, and she leaned into him, letting him support her weight. “Male.”
    “Male? That’s it?”
    “Yes. That covers it. Males aren’t special. We just are.”
    She turned her head so they were eye to eye. “I beg to differ. You’re better than many I know.”
    “How so?”
    “Most of the unmated males from my pack would’ve had their fingers inside me by now, stimulating me and making sure I was too aroused to resist them when they pushed me to the ground.”
    Anger tensed his muscles and tore a low growl from his chest. “That makes them assholes, not males.”
    She lazily traced his spine. “I agree, which is why I refused to spend my first night as a mature female with them. I figured a one-night