His Untamed Desire by Katie Reus Page B

face heat up, but she didn’t deny it. When he’d ordered her around in the bedroom it had been hot. And she wanted more of it.
    During the day the pack left the front door unlocked—because seriously, who in their right mind would mess with lupine shifters—but at night they locked it. So she wasn’t surprised that the door was locked now. She was shocked, however, when Hector pulled out a key. She had one too, but he wasn’t pack. Apparently Angus
really
trusted him. That said a hell of a lot about his character because her Alpha kept his own pack on a short leash.
    When they entered, the house was quiet. Her boots clicked against the marble floor, echoing in the foyer. She paused, worrying if they’d wake Angus and Iris.
    Hector nodded toward the stairs. “I called him while you were in the shower.”
    Daphne’s lips pulled into a thin line. “You could have told me.”
    â€œSorry. I’m not used to . . . just sorry. I’m not trying to take over this situation. I want you safe and Angus needs to hear this from you.”
    â€œI know.” She was dreading telling him, though.
    When they reached Angus’s office, which took forever to get to in the giant house, Daphne wiped sweaty palms on her jeans. She loved her Alpha. He was good and fair, but she’d never had much of a reason to see him for anything official. It was weird to be there now. Thankfully Hector was with her. He was such a calming influence without even trying. With his hand at the small of her back she was able to lose some of her nervousness.
    Before she had a chance to knock, the door swung open. Angus stood on the other side, an easy smile on his face. He was tall, the same height as Hector, but much bigger. He reminded her of a pro-football player. Of course he was three hundred years old and a whole lot more badass. He looked to be in his forties, though, and was very handsome.
    â€œDaphne. Hector.” He nodded and noted the way Hector was holding her.
    They’d shown up together at dawn so it was pretty obvious there was something going on between them, but she didn’t like feeling as if she was under a microscope.
    â€œHi, Angus.” She wiped her hands on her jeans again and her Alpha just shook his head.
    He pulled her into a hug that immediately eased the rest of her lingering tension. “I can’t believe you’re nervous, child,” he murmured.
    She expelled a shaky laugh as she stepped back. “I feel like I’m being called into the principal’s office or something.”
    â€œSit and eat and we’ll talk about what’s going on.” He motioned to an overstuffed couch by one of the big windows.
    Her Alpha wasn’t much on formality, but she was thankful to see he’d placed a tray of cookies and a coffee carafe on a bronze tray.
    Hector took her hand and they both sat while Angus chose a seat across from them in a high-backed chair that reminded her of a throne. He sprawled out, looking at ease, but she knew a capable, brutal wolf lurked beneath the surface.
    â€œDid you make this or did Iris?” she asked as Hector began to pour them two mugs, only half-joking.
    Angus smiled suddenly, the action breaking up the harsh lines of his face. “God, I’d forgotten how cheeky you could be. You’ll be happy to know my mate made the coffee and the cookies.”
    At hearing that, she snagged a cookie and practically inhaled it. She needed something since Hector had pretty much shoved her out the door that morning without sustenance. Once she’d eaten a few more, she jumped right in to what was going on with Troy, the human-turned-vampire. She’d even tried calling the new vampire the night before since she’d told him she would, but he hadn’t answered. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was behind the SUV that had tried to ram them. She talked for a few minutes straight, barely taking