Sold To The Werewolf: A Wolf Shifter Biker Romantic Suspense by Summer Cooper Page B

it on, and told her this was the one. Jane hadn’t wanted to try it on but the sales assistant had encouraged her when he spotted Jane’s eyes going back to it over and over. Jane was happy she’d agreed now as she looked up into Zare’s eyes and felt a shiver of anticipation. Those eyes promised he’d try to be gentle in taking it off later but he was holding tight to the urge to just rip it off of her now. Even his nostrils flared as he looked down at her.
    Jane returned his smoldering stare as she took his hands and the ceremony began. She barely heard it but spoke up when Zare squeezed her hand and she gave the appropriate response. What had started out as a business proposal, a solution to a problem, had turned into far more than she could have hoped for. She wasn’t sure but she thought she was falling in love with Zare.
    He’d been so kind to Charlie, even coming to visit him and stay with him in the hospital so the boy could get to know him. He’d spent those hours when Charlie was being treated with Jane, talking to her about her past and finding out about her hopes and dreams. He’d arranged a position in the family business, apparently the acquisition and sale of antiquities, and Jane was going to be taking up the position as head of the accounting department. She was looking forward to that.
    Zare also had a sense of humor that often set her at ease and she admired the fact that the man with unimaginable wealth spent most of his money on giving back to his community and charities rather than pure pleasure. He even spent a lot of time coaching a local Little League team. Jane heard people laughing and wasn’t surprised when she turned her head to see Zare at the center of the laughter.
    Jane smiled and thanked people for their well-wishes throughout the night, wondering if there were wolves nearby as darkness fell on the party and she started to hear the howls from the swampland to the left of the property. The plantation home was situated on the banks of the river and surrounded by swampland. Jane had fallen in love with the home immediately and knew Charlie would love exploring the house and the property. Apparently the family members lived out in the swamps in specially built homes high on bracers that protected against flooding. Jane hadn’t seen any of them yet but she knew the houses were lovely from the way Zare had described them.
    Feeling as though she was watching someone else that evening Jane knew she’d been married but everything had a surreal feel to it. When the males of Zare’s family pulled her out to a specially erected dancefloor and started pinning envelopes and money to her dress Jane laughed with happiness. She’d heard about the “money dance” but hadn’t seen it really take place. She saw Zare was getting the same treatment as he was passed from one lady to another, much as she was passed from one man to another. She finally ended up in the arms of a man that looked like a much smaller, somehow less handsome version of Zare. This man left her cold, his eyes dead and cruel looking.
    “So you’re his bride. He picked an outsider. Never mind, you won’t be around long anyway.” The man sneered down at Jane and dropped his arms before walking away.
    Jane stared after the man, wondering what he meant and coming to the realization that not everyone was happy with Zare’s choice in his bride. She stood there, her arms hanging at her sides, her hair done up on top of her head in a chic French knot, staring after the man. Then Zare was there, his arms pulling her close.
    “What did Brent say to you, love?” He asked as he guided her around the floor.
    “Just that I wouldn’t be around long. I don’t know if that was a threat or if he thought you’d get rid of me. I have no idea but I don’t like him.” She snuggled closer to her new husband and felt her momentary discomfort leave her as his heat replaced it.
    “I’ll keep an eye on him. Generally he’s harmless but