This Weakness For You (Entangled Select Otherworld) (Taming the Pack) Read Online Free Page A

I’ll just go on my way instead.” She stood up and tapped the side of his car. “You have a great day, Charles. Good luck with your game.” Then she walked around the back of his car, whistling, and continued on the way to hers—with no more holding up strangers who honked angrily when people stopped in front of them. Charles watched her for a moment, staring in confusion—they usually did that, too. Eventually, he drove off—slowly, in less of a hurry.
    You’re welcome, world.
    Life was too damn short to hurry, but also, not to hurry. It was a strange contradiction. She hurried for the important things. She grabbed them and held on. But it turned out, very little was actually that important.
    As she slid her keys in the car door, her skin prickled and was extra sensitive. She glanced back toward Charles. Eventually, her war against road rage was going to bite her. But his car was gone. In fact, the small hospital’s parking lot was mostly empty. She looked toward the trees edging the property; someone…someone was staring at her from the forest. Her heart beat faster, but not from fear. There was an adrenaline rush, a surge of energy, of awareness.
    Then, she saw it…dark eyes watching her. Big eyes, tilted and surrounded by fur—black fur. “The better to see you with,” she whispered under her breath. Maybe she was seeing things. Maybe it was the mere suggestion from Dane about a black wolf, but she didn’t think so. It was watching her—just watching her. “You better watch out—Dane’s not a bad shot.” Then she smiled and admitted, “Of course, he’s the one who keeps claiming that so maybe you’ll do just fine.” Then she opened her door and got in.
    This was a freaky place—maybe it simply needed another crazy for the show.
    …
    He slammed through the small entrance into his den below his house and shifted, anxious to be back to human where he could process what he’d seen. The altered consciousness of a wolf didn’t retain a lot of memories, especially if he spent too much time running.
    Christa.
    Small and sweet and sexy as hell.
    And she talked to strangers—strangers who honked at her. In his wolf form, he’d gotten to his feet, ready to attack if the stranger had done more than just honk. But she hadn’t been scared, even for a second. Their exchange had been a blur mostly—fading in and out—other than her name. Her name had stuck and held in his brain.
    Christa.
    Mine.
    Christa.
    Mate.
    The barrage of words had repeated over and over, even before she’d walked toward him, even before he’d caught a new whiff of her scent. He’d die with that scent in his head.
    She’d stared right at him, met his eyes. His brain had growled “mate” and “equal” with ferocity. She hadn’t been scared…which scared the hell out of him. What kind of girl wasn’t scared when confronted by a wolf? Maybe the kind who belonged with one.
    But there was no way. No way in hell. She’d still looked young and fragile. He was thirty-two, and he was three strikes out of relationships. Alphas were expected to be monogamous—and he had been, with each one of the alpha females. Christa was like a breath of fresh air and deserved to be the first, not just the last. She deserved some guy fresh off a farm who’d never seen a girl before. Not an old wolf, aged by experience.
    Not to mention, this vendetta he was pursuing was dangerous. But if it cost him his life, it was worth it. He just couldn’t drag anyone else into it. Especially not her.
    Plus, he and Dane had butted heads over and over, but they respected each other. She was off-limits, so it was just as well she’d left and gone back to wherever she was headed. Maybe the distance would lessen the scent-match’s hold. Hopefully, it would. He’d nearly lost his mind the last time around. There’d be no way he’d stay Alpha if that happened again and for a longer period of time.
    His phone rang as he reached the top step leading out of the