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Mary laughed and dragged me into her bedroom. “Of course. Come this way.”

We had a laugh and a chat as we found some jeans, tanks, and even an old black dress for me to wear. Just until I went home, of course.

When we were done, Mary offered to walk me home and I accepted straight away. I didn’t want all of those men looking at me again.

And as we walked, I was glad the older woman was with me. The amount of eyes on us was incredible. It was one of the most intimidating things I’d ever experienced, and I’d lectured at University before! But nothing in my past life came close to the feeling of dozens of male eyes on me. Assessing the way I looked, the way I walked.

Every one of the men was young and fit and had more muscles than I could count.

“Is everyone in this town a body builder?” I asked as we got closer to Dexter’s house.

My heart was pounding in my chest and it took all of my self-control to keep walking at a slow pace, and not bolt to the front door. My arms and legs tingled with adrenaline. I wanted to run!

Mary smiled. “This is a pack, hun. All the men are fit and strong. Some of the elders are getting a bit soft around the middle, but the wolf genes keep them pretty fit.”

I glanced over at Mary. She walked like a woman my age. With grace and strength and poise. She was slightly more fleshy, like me, but I could see the strength behind the curves.

“Thank you so much for helping me today, Mary. I really appreciate the insight.”

She hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek, the sweet scent of her warmth washing over me.

“I know it must be hard for you, but try to be patient with them, okay?”

I nodded and watched her walk away. Two men stepped off their porch and began to walk towards me. I squealed as I ran, locking the front door behind me.

Fuck. That was intense.

I felt like Alice in Wonderland, because I had seriously fallen down a rabbit hole.

When was I going to wake up?

I wandered around the living area, the room m

uch cleaner than I’d expect with three men living in the house.

But where were the photos, the personal effects? I glanced towards the stairs. Their rooms, perhaps?

I shook my head and laughed at myself a little. I couldn’t possibly… could I? I mean… would it be that bad if I had a little look around their rooms? I had to know something about these men. They seemed to know me.

My hand was on the rail and my feet were walking up the stairs towards the upstairs bedrooms before I even decided to go forth.

It was wrong to go snooping.

But so was kidnapping an unconscious woman from a hospital.

I giggled to myself. “Touché.”

The first room on the right was dark and as I flipped on the light, my eyes bulged at the sexiness of the room. I was scared to move closer to the bed in case a sex swing dropped from the ceiling, or something.

I wasn’t sure if it was Taylor’s room, or Dexter’s, but the details screamed Alpha.

The size of the massive wooden furniture. The silver sheets and mirrors that would match the colours of Dexter’s wolf, or so they said.

There was something super sexy in the energy of this bedroom and the bed looked too comfortable, with massive pillows and a duvet just calling to my tired body.

I crept in and looked around the room, wanting details about these men. Dexter, in particular.

There was nothing too defining. No photos or memorabilia of any kind.


Tags: Amelia Shaw Paranormal