can’t deal with the aftermath of hot sex. They get all freaked out
and run off.” Damien cocked his head and thought about Chase’s observation.
Could it be the intensity of their mating she was frightened
of, or was it him? He focused on Serena again. She seemed to be done packing
and was staring around the bedroom, lost in thought. He tried to focus on what
she was feeling. Confusion, he could definitely feel that. Desire, definitely.
She was blushing and he knew she was thinking about him. He waited to see if
she would realize he was connected with her, but she didn’t. She licked her
lips, but then shook her head. Again he felt a wash of fear from her.
Fuck! Maybe it was the sex that was freaking her out.
Yet, it didn’t feel as if it was sex that scared her. It seemed as though there
was something significant about sex with him that was the issue, but
he’d only caught the edge of it. He reached for her again. She grabbed a purse
and went through the front door. She locked it and headed for her car. He could
feel a driving need in her to go home and talk to her mother. Somehow, her
mother could explain everything.
He blinked as he felt himself shoved from her thoughts. He
reached again but found she’d blocked him. Had she realized? No, there hadn’t
been anything like that in her thoughts. He realized that she had focused on
driving and it was her focus that had pushed him away from her. All he had to
do was give her some time to get out of the city, and he could find her again.
In the meantime, he could probably look up the Goldwolf family on the internet
and find out where they lived to follow her home.
“I know that look. He’s got something.” Kenyon nudged Chase.
“She’s going home to her mother.” Damien told them absently
as he sat down at his desk and started his computer. He drummed his fingers as
he waited for it to load.
“She has sex with you and then goes home to her mother?”
Chase hooted with laughter. Damien shot him a death look, which he ignored.
“Don’t threaten me, boyo. You’d need your whole pack to take me out.”
Damien growled and shook his head in disgust. He focused on
the computer, pulling up the internet, and started to search for an address. He
kept running into blind alleys. He found a link then it would be nothing or it
would be broken.
He wished Rosalie were there to do this searching, she was
much better at this kind of shit. She always told him that she was underpaid
and underappreciated, but cousins are supposed to say that. Apparently, she was
correct.
Just when he was ready to throw the computer across the
room, he got a hit. He found an address out in the middle of nowhere for a Dr.
Quinn Goldwolf. When he found a listing at the same address for a slew of other
Goldwolfs, including Andrew and Ginger, he knew he’d found her lair. He just
knew at gut level that Andrew and Ginger were Serena’s parents.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. She had relaxed
and her mind let him find his way back. He winced. She was singing along to
John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High . Life was not kind. She just had to be
a country music fan, didn’t she?
“What’s wrong?” the hawk asked.
He looked at Kenyon, looked down at the design on the shirt,
and sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Chapter Eight
Serena pulled up to the gates of her clan’s compound with a
sigh of relief. She’d gotten here before he caught her. She didn’t know why she
thought he was following her. She’d started to feel like that while she was
packing to head home. It was as if she’d gotten this emotional flash that she
could run but she couldn’t hide. It scared her. She didn’t want to deal with
him right now.
She sighed and drove toward home. It was 9 p.m. and she was
as safe as she was going to be. If Damien showed up, her father would hand her
over without a murmur, let alone a bark. All Damien would have to say was he
was her wolf and she was his
and run off.” Damien cocked his head and thought about Chase’s observation.
Could it be the intensity of their mating she was frightened
of, or was it him? He focused on Serena again. She seemed to be done packing
and was staring around the bedroom, lost in thought. He tried to focus on what
she was feeling. Confusion, he could definitely feel that. Desire, definitely.
She was blushing and he knew she was thinking about him. He waited to see if
she would realize he was connected with her, but she didn’t. She licked her
lips, but then shook her head. Again he felt a wash of fear from her.
Fuck! Maybe it was the sex that was freaking her out.
Yet, it didn’t feel as if it was sex that scared her. It seemed as though there
was something significant about sex with him that was the issue, but
he’d only caught the edge of it. He reached for her again. She grabbed a purse
and went through the front door. She locked it and headed for her car. He could
feel a driving need in her to go home and talk to her mother. Somehow, her
mother could explain everything.
He blinked as he felt himself shoved from her thoughts. He
reached again but found she’d blocked him. Had she realized? No, there hadn’t
been anything like that in her thoughts. He realized that she had focused on
driving and it was her focus that had pushed him away from her. All he had to
do was give her some time to get out of the city, and he could find her again.
In the meantime, he could probably look up the Goldwolf family on the internet
and find out where they lived to follow her home.
“I know that look. He’s got something.” Kenyon nudged Chase.
“She’s going home to her mother.” Damien told them absently
as he sat down at his desk and started his computer. He drummed his fingers as
he waited for it to load.
“She has sex with you and then goes home to her mother?”
Chase hooted with laughter. Damien shot him a death look, which he ignored.
“Don’t threaten me, boyo. You’d need your whole pack to take me out.”
Damien growled and shook his head in disgust. He focused on
the computer, pulling up the internet, and started to search for an address. He
kept running into blind alleys. He found a link then it would be nothing or it
would be broken.
He wished Rosalie were there to do this searching, she was
much better at this kind of shit. She always told him that she was underpaid
and underappreciated, but cousins are supposed to say that. Apparently, she was
correct.
Just when he was ready to throw the computer across the
room, he got a hit. He found an address out in the middle of nowhere for a Dr.
Quinn Goldwolf. When he found a listing at the same address for a slew of other
Goldwolfs, including Andrew and Ginger, he knew he’d found her lair. He just
knew at gut level that Andrew and Ginger were Serena’s parents.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. She had relaxed
and her mind let him find his way back. He winced. She was singing along to
John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High . Life was not kind. She just had to be
a country music fan, didn’t she?
“What’s wrong?” the hawk asked.
He looked at Kenyon, looked down at the design on the shirt,
and sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Chapter Eight
Serena pulled up to the gates of her clan’s compound with a
sigh of relief. She’d gotten here before he caught her. She didn’t know why she
thought he was following her. She’d started to feel like that while she was
packing to head home. It was as if she’d gotten this emotional flash that she
could run but she couldn’t hide. It scared her. She didn’t want to deal with
him right now.
She sighed and drove toward home. It was 9 p.m. and she was
as safe as she was going to be. If Damien showed up, her father would hand her
over without a murmur, let alone a bark. All Damien would have to say was he
was her wolf and she was his
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