Page 29 of His Runaway Mate

This is what coming into my feminine self is like, apparently. I can only imagine how terrible I will be if I stop fighting it. If I let myself fall into my wolf form, I will never be the same.

They got me back to the warehouse by carrying me, and they’re trying to convince me to go and see a doctor, but I don’t want to see a doctor, and also how can I do that when they’re sitting on me?

Then something happens that makes me go absolutely still.

I scent something that shouldn’t be possible.

“Rex Regent is in this fucking building, isn’t he?”

I stop trying to cuff Tom off me and look around for whoever told on me. There’s no immediate reply. Maybe they don’t know. Maybe I haven’t been betrayed as thoroughly as I suspect I have been betrayed.

“Fuck! What’s he doing here?”

“Well,” Laura says. “Technically I called him.”

“Why would you do that?”

She gives me the kind of look only someone who is your very best friend in the whole world can give you. It’s a look that says, you’re crazy, and I love you, but you cannot keep being crazy.

This is not fair. The hormone storm Rex unleashed in me is taking over my body and my mind. I’m still fighting it, because goddamn, I will not be controlled by a man, or a relationship.

I’m still being sat on as he stalks into the room.

“Up,” he says to Tom, giving him a short, curt order that is immediately obeyed.

I scramble up, breathing heavily. It feels like I’ve been fighting for hours. I’m tired. I’m wired. I’m angry. I’m so many things, and none of them cast me in a particularly flattering light.

“What are you doing here?” I snap the question at him.

“I heard you’ve been naughty,” he says, looking down at me with those piercing eyes. “I heard you’ve been acting out.”

“I’ve heard nothing about you,” I rejoin.

He snorts under his breath with amusement. “You’re cute when you’re being driven mad by the need to shift and your own need to resist nature,” he says. “Why are you fighting this? Why are you fighting me? You know we mated. You know that events are destined to unfurl because of that. You are making your life hard for no good reason.”

“I don’t have to tell you my reasons for anything.”

“You don’t have to, but I do have ways of making you talk,” he says. “But first, you are going to see my pack doctor.”

“No, I’m not. I’m not sick.”

“Your hand looks like it’s been hit with a meat tenderizer,” he says.

“Actually, it was a Honda Accord.”

He does not laugh. Doesn’t even smile. “I let you have your way,” he says. “I let you run off and set yourself apart from me, because I believed in letting you choose. All you’ve done is run off and resist your very nature. If you won’t talk to me, fine. But you are coming with me. That is an order.”

I knew that one day I’d have to deal with this. I knew that one day, the impulse to be animal would overcome me and I’d turn into a monstrous creature and do things I have no control over. I knew when I fucked him that I’d have to fight this. But I also know that you can fight the shift. Every time it tries to come over me, I push it away. It’s working.

But I don’t know if I want to fight him.

My hand does hurt, and my desire for him is stronger than ever. The animal trying to escape from me whines and whimpers with need. I’d let him fuck me right here, right now if he wanted to. I’m keeping my human form, but I am being overrun with animal impulses.

Maybe things will be better if he and I have sex again. Maybe that’s what I need. If he breeds me, I don’t have to shift. The logic is twisted, weird, and probably wrong, but I don’t really care. It’s my logic, and I want to get laid.

“We’re coming with her,” Simon says. I guess he feels guilty about how this is going down. They just organized my abduction, after all.

“Yes,” Laura agrees. “The boss doesn’t travel alone.”