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how her head thrashed and her nipples pearled, but her inexperience of consensual sex had showed. Since they’d rescued her, she must have shied away from sex. Elves’ blood, that meant she’d saved herself for him.
    See, right when I think things can’t get any worse, they do.
    Fired up from the thrill of the chase, he’d cornered and fucked his prey. This time his prey had been Ellie—a vulnerable Elf he’d sworn to protect. A she-wolf would never have initiated chase play without being willing. Ellie had been so determined not to embarrass him that she’d run in earnest. His inner wolves hadn’t understood. Even his human side had been hot for her, and for once, he hadn’t listened to his conscience. What sort of Alpha did that make him? He should never have hurt a woman in his care, especially not his Ellie. He accosted the first soldier he saw. “Why is the mess kitchen deserted?”
    “Extra training, sir.” The soldier stood to attention and saluted.
    “At ease.” Joel grinned. “Who authorized that?”
    The soldier grinned back. “No one, sir. The drill sergeants decide the new cook looked flabby. They’ve sent him off on maneuvers and told the orderlies to do the best they can. We’re missing Ellie already.”
    Joel laughed for the first time since Ellie had walked away from him in Whitby. She should have at least looked back, but the damn woman had held her head high as she descended the stairs.
    The way she’d not so much as glanced over her shoulder was new to him. In his experience, women turned clingy once they’d opened their legs. But not Ellie. She was too strong-willed for that.
    Joel hated that he’d stood there like a donkey as she descended the Church Stairs. He’d stared at her swaying hips until she was out of sight. Damn it, I meant to bring her home, not drive her away.
    At least he didn’t need to murder the cook. The platoon had already closed ranks to make the newcomer’s life a misery. The new catering officer, military speak for jumped-up cook , deserved a hard time. The dumbass soldier would pay with bruises and pain. If he’d just kept his fool mouth shut, Ellie wouldn’t have run.
    Joel stalked through the camp. His thoughts centered on Ellie and how he’d driven her away with hot sex and cold words. He’d looked out for her for the last two years and deliberately kept his hands off her tempting body. Whatever simmered between them, they’d tried to convince himself they were more brother and little sister than lovers. Until today.
    When he kissed her, she tasted of sea breezes and spring flowers. When he tasted her pussy, his wolves had gone wild to claim her. Stupid beasts. They think she’s mine . She’d been eager and willing, but he still shouldn’t have screwed her on the cliff top.
    His natural wolf growled inside him. Okay. Fucking her was fantastic, but I still shouldn’t have done it . He’d insulted her twice over, once when he said she wasn’t welcome in his home, and again when he offered her money. Afterward of course, he realized his mistake, and he’d do anything to take back the words that made her feel like his whore.
    He forced a smile and put on a cheery manner as he said farewell to his troops. Inside, he felt sick. How could he have hurt Ellie that way?
    From nowhere, Pamela—a she-wolf from the Tundra Toughs pack—raced into the camp. She shot past him and into the empty mess, then shifted into a long-haired, slender blonde. Five wolves chased after her, ears flattened, eyes alert, and…in good humor. By the time they made it to the mess, she lolled against the door jamb in human form.
    She waved in their direction. “What kept you? See, boys, brain beats bulk any day. Especially since I scouted out that narrow pass yesterday. I knew you lot would never fit through it. I believe that’s a week’s worth of free drinks you owe me.”
    The other Lykae transformed, groused good-naturedly, and headed for the showers. When Joel stepped