The Master's Woman: (BBW Werewolf Erotica) (Smut-Shorties Book 5) by Mina Carter Page A

beautiful and elegant as Vanessa McCauley was though, she didn’t hold Veyr’s interest. Bred to be the perfect lycan noblewoman, she didn’t have the sass and fire Cyan did, and he wanted every drop, not an insipid partner who agreed with his every word. It didn’t matter that Jacob thought he’d won this battle. Rather than foiling his plans to make Cyan his mate, Nick had provided him a stepping stone to achieving his goal.
    “I’ll take it. I want a Claiming Chase.”
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    Being screwed by the Master of the City had its advantages. Cyan Trevais paused mid-bite, a pastry in her hand as her memory went into overdrive. Veyr had been insatiable. She’d never been with a man with so much stamina.
    Not that she’d had that many lovers. As the non-shifting sister of a pack alpha, her options in the lycan world were limited. No one wanted a mate who might pass on such a defect to their children and since looking for love in the human world didn’t sit well with her wolf side. Stuck between a rock and a hard place. Unwanted in one world, and too non-human for the other.
    But Veyr was something else. Her abilities or lack of them hadn’t seemed to matter to him. Warmth filled her at the memory of his farewell ‘kiss’ before he’d left for a council meeting. It had been hot, torrid and ended up in a hard, fast screw against the wall. The memory, while hot, was tinged with sadness.
    He hadn’t mentioned seeing her again. Why should he? She was nothing more than the midwinter fuck. While another woman, one from a different pack, might hope that such a dalliance led to pregnancy and a mating, she knew better that to wish for such an outcome.
    Although her brother, as pack alpha, was on the council, his vote was one amongst many, and there was no way the more powerful packs would allow such a union. That was even if Veyr wanted it. There was no obligation for the Master to take a midwinter woman to mate even if she fell pregnant.
    As she popped the rest of the pastry in her mouth, her hand stole down to cover her stomach for a moment. The hope she was pregnant swam to the forefront of her mind. At least then she’d have something to remember him. A new horror replaced her misery at the thought of never seeing him again; that of having to attend his wedding, and watch him mate a pack princess like Vanessa McCauley.
    She chose another pastry and demolished it. Who cared if she got fat now? Didn’t seem like Veyr was coming back…
    The door opened, and she paused, coffee mug in hand. Her heart fell as she recognized the tall figure of Veyr’s captain of the guard instead of the man himself. She berated herself for getting her hopes up in the first place. She knew better. No doubt he’d already forgotten her.
    “Good morning, Milady.” The captains’ voice was lower than she expected and gravelly with his wolf. The scent rolling from him betrayed the fact he was an alpha himself, no doubt one without a pack given the fact he was in the Master’s service.
    She nodded in acknowledgement, ignoring the fact that her wolf had snarled at the virile, male scent instead of reacting with interest. Pain in the ass animal. It couldn’t exert itself to let her shift, but wanted a say in who they fucked. So not happening.
    “The Master sends his apologies for missing breakfast; he had important matters to discuss with the council.”
    Yeah, yeah . She got it. Veyr couldn’t be bothered to come and say goodbye himself, so he’d sent his lackey to do his dirty work for him. Her gaze fell on the garment bag draped over the captain’s arm. Yeah, she was right. They were done.
    In a tradition as old as the Midwinter Choosing itself, the Master presented his partner with a sumptuous gown in the morning. Of pure white, shot through with silver, they were expensive, gorgeous…and something she wanted to hate on sight. Asshole thought he could end it with an expensive present. Well, didn’t that just make her feel like a special