The Werewolf Tycoon's Secret Baby (The Woolven Secret Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

he’d torn the leather seats in his SUV. He didn’t know how other werewolves survived who couldn’t afford to replace all the shit they destroyed when they Changed.
    He’d shredded his favorite suit, too.
    Goddessdamnit.
    He looked up just as he was about to put the vehicle in drive and saw a shock of rainbow hair blowing around in the breeze.
    Gin . She held a pink box with a big, cream organza bow.
    Sugar fairies were his favorite people.
    She waved and motioned for him to roll down his window.
    “Checking to make sure I didn’t eat your friend?” he teased.
    The fairy laughed. “You wouldn’t, not in any way she wouldn’t enjoy.” She winked at him. “I was able to whip up some more champagne truffles.”
    He started to dig around for his wallet.
    “No, they’re on the house. A congratulations on your recent fatherhood.” She shoved the box through the window.
    “Thanks, Gin.”
    “You know how you can thank me? Give me a ride back to the shop.”
    “Get in.”
    She went around to the passenger side and hopped in. “So, you know I don’t really need a ride. I want to give you some advice about Emmie.”
    “I figured as much.” He warned his wolf to be cool, but it didn’t seem to take offense to the sugar fairy, which relieved him greatly. Whenever anyone got between a wolf and his mate before they were marked, even to offer helpful and non-confrontational advice, it could get really ugly.
    “First, I am so glad you’re not an Alpha.”
    He wasn’t sure if he should take that as a compliment or not. His wolf wanted to snarl at her, snap at her throat and show her that a Beta could be strong, a Beta could be the definition of an alpha male without being Alpha. But he breathed deep and exhaled his rising fury.
    “An Alpha wouldn’t be able to let her make her own choices. I know Emmie pretty well. Her past is ugly and dark. Her ex-husband made it that way. I think she’ll come to you if you’re gentle. She speaks of her time in Santorini with a light in her eyes and a special curve to her smile. We sugar fairies are good at spotting all sorts of sugar, especially the sweet things like tenderness, hope, and love.”
    “She doesn’t love me. We barely know each other.” His wolf growled in his head, angry that he would say that knowing she was his mate.
    “No, maybe not yet. But she will, if you give her the space and freedom she needs to be safe.”
    “The wolf nations are at war.” If it wasn’t common knowledge yet, it soon would be. There was no harm in telling the sugar fairy.
    “I can see how that will be problem. Eat the truffles. They’ll help. Sweet things soothe the beast.” Gin winked.
    They pulled up in front of the shop.
    “We are safe here, aren’t we?” she asked.
    “As safe as you can be. Westwood has re-enforced the boundaries.”
    “Against the bone fairies, too?” She looked up at him, blue eyes wide and luminous. “I’ve been dreaming of them.”
    The bone fairies had held her captive, done terrible things to her. And the Woolvens felt the residents of Den Hollow were as much pack as if they’d all been Turned. “I think after the last time they tried to cross our borders and Westwood tore the head off of their general with her bare hands, they’re content to move on to easier prey.”
    Another box appeared in the fairy’s hand. “Speaking of, will you take her these cupcakes? They’re mocha cakes with Nutella frosting.”
    “She’ll love them.”
    “Happily Ever After is waiting for you. Don’t fuck it up.” She closed the door and unlocked her shop.
    Don’t fuck it up. Yeah . Guilt weighed heavily on his shoulders. Just by acknowledging he had a true mate, he might have fucked things up for the pack. He didn’t envy Blake the choices he had to make as Alpha. Not at all.
    The first thing he did back at Aphelion was find Mrs. Westwood.
    She was currently wearing her maiden body. He didn’t like it. He narrowed his eyes when he saw her. “Going