Page 42 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy

My wolf roared in my head.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I yelled, causing the rest of the house to stir.

The woman from the bar who had haunted my dreams last night was standing there in one of my brother’s tee-shirts and nothing else. I could make out the silhouette of her figure through the thin material. The hem of the shirt barely hit the top of her thighs.

I was going to be sick.

Mate,my wolf howled angrily.

I was going to kill him.

Kenneth came running from across the hall. It should have registered that he had been in Parker’s room, but at that moment it didn’t.

“Sorry about this, Tricia. I’ll handle it.”

She just stood there in shock staring back at me, but just before the door closed, I didn’t miss the way her eyes dipped to check me out. My wolf howled in pleasure and my body warmed from within making my cock grow instantly hard.

I willed my body to calm down. The last thing I needed when I turned on my brother was to be sporting a full tent.

“It’s not what you think,” Kenneth started. He wasn’t the type to just jump in and clear the air like that. So he was either guilty as sin or knew how pissed off I was.

“I was just as surprised as you are. Peyton brought her home last night.”

“She’s wearing your clothes.”

“I noticed. But she didn’t bring hardly anything with her, just a small backpack. She probably wasn’t comfortably sleeping naked or something. It’s no big deal. I swear.”

I stomped back to my room trying to calm down.

There was no reason for me to be so pissed. She was nothing to me.

The second that thought hit my mind, I knew it was a lie.

Even surrounded by Kenneth’s funk, I could smell her. It was the same scent I’d loved on Clementine, the scent of my mate. Whoever she was, that scent lingered, driving me insane. But I’d just gone through utter madness because of it and I wasn’t about to do it again. To hell with her.

Once dressed, I raced to the kitchen where I expected to find Peyton. We were going to have to have a serious talk.

Instead, the place was empty until Oliver walked in from the backyard, probably coming from his workshop.

“Hey. Pey called and said you might need to talk.”

“Did you know she brought some random bitch home last night to stay here?”

I heard the gasp from upstairs and realized Peyton was up there listening in. No doubt she was disappointed with my choice of words, but I was pissed. This was my home too and I shouldn’t have to be blindsided like this.

I hadn’t realized that she had been talking to the girl though until she loudly fired back.

“Last night you forgot to mention there was a certified asshole staying here too.”

I almost smirked.

Shots fired.

I guess she was a feisty one. I liked that, not that I’d ever admit that to her.

“Calm down. She’s just passing through and needed a place to crash. I didn’t know you two knew each other.”

“We don’t, and we never will,” I told him.