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affect you at all?” she asked.
                  “They do. I experience a heightened sense of arousal at that time, but from an early age, Alphas are trained to be in control of themselves at all times.”
                  “I’m sure your women must love it.”
                  “No, actually, I have never shared the experience of the pheromone high with any woman. I’ve been saving it for my bride.”
                  Ack. Did he have to turn on the charm like that? “I do not even know how to respond to that.”
                  “You will.” The smug grin stretched across his face. “Oh, and there’s one thing that you should know. When you do come to me, you should just be aware…werewolves have a reputation for being fairly rough. And domineering. And our reputation is well deserved.  But don’t worry, we’re also very attentive to our lady’s pleasure.”
                  Now was the time to shriek at him that she’d never come to him.  Instead, she found her mind was flooding with visions of him tearing her clothes from her body, pinning her down, thrusting himself into her.
    He leaned forward, fiddling with controls on a radio. She turned away with a glare and squirmed in her seat, hoping that he couldn’t tell how turned on she was.
                  “Something classical and romantic?” he said. “I believe that suits the occasion.”
                  It was a twenty minute drive to their property.  Caitlin sat silently fuming. She was angry at him that he’d kidnapped her right when she was in the middle of a family crisis – a crisis that he’d caused!     And she was angry at him that he smelled so delicious and looked so good that she wanted to consummate their union right then and there in the back of the limo.  She was angry at him because he was being so charming and attentive that it was really hard to stay angry at him.
                  “By the way, I know about your work for the animal shelter,” he said. “It’s one of the things I found so attractive about you. I made a donation in your name, so they’ll be able to enlarge their facility and hire more personnel. You’ll have plenty of time to do your retouching work for them while you’re on pack property, of course, and I’ve arranged for a laptop with Photoshop to be delivered to our suite. Do you prefer Beethoven, Mozart, or Vivaldi? I’m in a Vivaldi mood myself.”
                  “You pick,” she said, pressing against the door even harder. Good God. Handsome, charming, generous, loved animals (not surprising), loved classical music…if she were to make a list of the perfect man, he’d fulfill every requirement – except for the whole ruining-her-family’s-life thing. That pretty much negated all the other items on her list.
                  Finally, they came to the entrance of the Verhold pack’s property. There were two massive stone wolf statues, easily ten feet tall, on either side of the entrance, and a huge iron gate which swung open as their limo approached.
                  Then they headed down the paved, four lane road, winding around a sharp curve. The main road disappeared behind them, and Caitlin knew that they were venturing into territory that few humans ever saw.  Oh, werewolves went out into the world and did business and shopped and even socialized quite frequently, but they didn’t invite humans on to their property unless the humans were married to one of their pack members.  
    That was a tradition going back more than a thousand years, back to the time when humans hunted and killed werewolves. Werewolves had lived in hiding, in secret, in most countries, always in fear of deadly human raids on their villages.  It was only in the 15th century that humans discovered the incredible healing power of werewolf blood, and were forced to not just make