Rogue Alpha: Wolf Shifter Romance (Wild Lake Wolves Book 1) by Kimber White

it because I didn’t
think I’d be able to walk. I didn’t have to. Mal stood and carried me back
toward the cabin.

 
    Chapter Eleven
    I couldn’t stop touching him. Mal became a different
kind of sustenance, but one my body craved just as much as food or air. We sat
on the edge of the bed together. I held my hand on his knee or cupped his face
or ran my fingers across his back tracing the lines I’d made when I scratched
him. He was already starting to heal.
    “I knew,” I said much later when I regained the
ability to form words. “I can’t explain it, but I think I knew from that first
moment when you came to me in the woods. The wolf was you.”
    Mal nodded. I reveled in the wonder of his body. The
broadness of his back. His thick, dark hair almost the same shade as mine. I
laid a lock of mine across his shoulder. They were nearly a perfect match. Had
that always been the case? I hadn’t noticed until now. I felt drunk from him.
Woozy. But Mal remained stoic. Lines of worry creased his brow when all I felt
was contentment.
    “What is it?” I finally asked. I laid back on the
bed on my side. I was naked still. So was he. It felt natural, like we’d been
together forever.
    “I should have let you leave. I shouldn’t have gone
after you.”
    My heart fluttered with the first waves of fear. I
sat up. Would he ask me to leave now? Could I? I knew what was happening to me
. . . between us was strange. Supernatural. But it felt real and strong
and the thought of leaving him made my blood run cold. I should be scared.
Terrified. Mal was an honest to God werewolf. I should be panicking. Running
screaming through the woods. And yet, it seemed the most natural thing in the
world. As odd as that sounds, knowing the truth made the world make more sense
to me, not less.
    “Do you want me to leave now?” The idea filled me
with dread, but I hadn’t taken complete leave of my senses. I’d just had the
greatest fuck of my life and kind of hoped it wouldn’t be the last, but it
couldn’t be enough to make me chuck my whole future away. I still had to deal
with Flood.
    “You won’t be safe with me forever,” he said. Mal
rose off the bed and grabbed his jeans off the floor. He tossed mine to me.
They landed on the pillow near my head. “The pack isn’t going to stop looking
for me, and I can’t stop looking for them. You asked me why they didn’t come
after me yesterday. It’s only because I was lucky enough to be faster for a
second. And they didn’t expect me to shift. Next time, it’s going to be much,
much worse.”
    Mal zipped his pants and ran a hand across the
stubble on his chin. “Get dressed,” he said. “I’m going to take you out of here.”
    “Where do you want me to go?”
    “Anywhere that’s far away from me. Preferably on a
plane headed in the other direction. Where’s home for you? Your real home?”
    I let out a sigh and thrust my foot into the leg of
my jeans. I hopped on one foot to get them up past my hips then grabbed my
shirt. My bra was still out in the woods somewhere. “Northern California.”
    “Perfect,” he said. “Go back there. Never come back
here.”
    My blood boiled. Mal tore through the cabin until he
found the keys to the Jeep. He went to the front door and threw it open. Rage
started to simmer in me. It seemed being around Mal Devane sparked extreme
emotions in me one way or another. But for now, who the hell did he think he
was ordering me around? I didn’t ask him to inject himself into my life. He had
no right to tell me how to live it.
    “I live here now. I go to school here. I’m not
throwing everything away I’ve worked for because of Byron Flood or a wild pack
of wolves. And certainly not until I understand just what the fuck is going
on.” I grabbed the edge of the door, pulled it out of Mal’s hands and slammed
it shut. I crossed my arms in front of me, took a wide stance, and stared him
down.
    A spark went through Mal’s eyes that sent a wave