Vegetarian Mate [Pack Law 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

start the courting process.
    “She is so fucking sexy,” Malcolm whispered from the doorway. He had moved back across the room after helping him make their mate comfortable to sleep. Jarrod knew he was keeping his distance on purpose and wondered why he was torturing himself by remaining so close to her. Braxton was leaning against the wall next to the door.
    “Yes, she is.”
    “She is probably going to want to leave in the morning,” Braxton said with a sigh. “How the hell are we going to get her to stay?”
    “I don’t know,” replied Jarrod. “But one thing is certain. We are going to have to do our best at talking her into staying.”
    “Hopefully she’ll feel better after a good night’s rest,” Malcolm suggested. “She may be more inclined to listen once she’s feeling well.”
    “God, I hope so.” Jarrod rose to his feet as his brothers exited the room. Giving one last look over his shoulder at the woman who had already changed their lives but didn’t even know it, he slowly pulled the door closed. He was downstairs in his Alphas’ office moments later, explaining the reason for the damage to the upstairs bathroom.
    After the laughter had died down, Jarrod handed over a check which would cover the cost of repairs. He didn’t mind doing his part to take care of his mate.
    He just hoped she didn’t balk when they tried to keep her around.

Chapter Three
     
    Rochelle woke up feeling a little stiff and sore. She groaned as she stretched, stunned by her bad luck. Why is it that whenever I get an epiphany, deciding to find myself, things always goes awry? God sakes, girl, you are just a clumsy klutz. It’s a wonder I’ve lived long enough to reach twenty-four.
    Thinking back over her past injuries and her latest embarrassing incident made her cringe. What must those three sexy-looking men think of me? God, she didn’t think she could face them again without her cheeks turning red.
    Well, there’s no use crying over spilt milk, girl. Get up, get dressed, and leave. Yeah, now there’s a plan.
    Feeling a little better after making a decision, she swung her feet over the side of the bed and groaned as her still-sore head made its presence known. The pain wasn’t as bad as last night, but she was going to have to move a little more slowly and cautiously than usual. Oh, that should help with my klutz tendencies!
    Rochelle had figured out a couple of years back that she often walked into furniture, walls, and just about anything else because she was always in such a hurry. Even when she tried to slow down, objects seemed to jump out into her path.
    Chuckling at her vivid imagination, she peeked into the open door off the side of the room.
    “Oh. My. God.”
    The en suite bathroom was nearly big enough to have a party in. On the far wall was a spa large enough to seat six people. Two sinks were set into the counter with gleaming, elegant, long-necked taps. The shower was a large glassed-in cubicle with shower sprays at intermittent intervals but enough so that at least three people could bathe at once and not miss out on any of the water. To the right she saw another door, which turned out to conceal the toilet.
    Why the hell would they need a bathroom this size? Think about it, girl. How many husbands did those women have? Oh yeah. That explains it.
    After showering and dressing, Rochelle repacked the bag someone had thoughtfully brought up from her car. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, she glanced about, looking for anything she may have left behind as she moved toward the door. Just as she turned back, her shoulder connected with the wooden doorjamb with a loud crack. “Ow!” Dropping her bag and purse, she clutched at her shoulder and went down to her knees. “God sakes, you are such a klutz!”
    “Are you all right, baby?”
    “Shit, just what I need. Another witness to my clumsiness,” she muttered under her breath. Removing her hands from her body, she slowly looked up. Starting at