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    Outside, Barron’s wolf was standing rigid as a board, eyes riveted on the window where the curtains billowed and the most unbelievable fucking scent wafted down to him.  Wet, hot, pussy!   Dick hard, he scowled at the curtains as they continued to taunt him with a satiny wave as if beckoning him up.  His tongue lolled out, and he swore he could taste untried pussy on the air.  Keeping his place out in the dark was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, and when his ears picked up the faintest whisper of his name on the breeze, a rolling growl rumbled loose.  He literally had to lock his frame in place to keep his wolf from racing up to the room.
    Fuck!  WHY?  He wanted to run into the forest to get away from the torturous scent, but he couldn’t run with an erection.  Forced to stand and eye the window, a million visions raced through his mind.  His dark, hard body sliding between pale thighs, his cock forging into Willa’s virgin pussy.  He knew she was a virgin; the scent didn’t lie.  He doubted others would be able to scent it, but he could.  Worse, he wanted to be the one to relieve her of her innocence.  Wanted hell, he needed to.  He needed to be inside her like he needed his next breath. Every muscle in his body clenched with the knowledge that it was a need that would go unsatisfied.  He wasn’t here to get attached.  He was here to repay a debt to his brother and then get the hell on.
    His wolf snarled its dissent, but Barron ignored it, just as he ignored the ache in his balls and the pain in his cock when he turned and raced away from the farmhouse.  He had to get away from her scent before he kicked in her door and did something they’d all regret.

Chapter 6
    Willa woke to the sound of pounding.  Loud, obnoxious, insistent pounding.
    “Mother fucker!”  She kicked out of her sheets.  She hated to be woken early, especially when she’d gotten little sleep the night before, and certainly not so unceremoniously.
    Snagging her robe off the hook on the back of her door, she shoved her arms in and was just reaching for the doorknob when a hurried knock sounded. “What?” she barked as she jerked the door open, and then felt bad when Sarya jumped.
    “Sorry, Willa.  Just wanted to bring you this.”  She held out a mug of cold chai tea latte and a chocolate muffin, both Willa’s favorites.  “And Cortez said to tell you they’re working on the front porch steps.  In case you were wondering what the noise was.”
    Willa pursed her lips.  “Tell him to come in.  I don’t want the pack outside with Barron still on the farm.”
    Sarya lowered her head.  “Umm, Barron is helping us.”
    Us!  Since when has the pack ever worked on a home improvement project together?  She felt her anger flash to the surface.  She didn’t want her pack interacting with Barron.  He was leaving!
    “It’s okay,” Sarya offered, reading her Alphina’s anger.  “Barron’s a good guy.”
    Willa blinked, Sarya’s assessment giving her pause.
    Sarya was different from the other girls.  She’d been abused before coming to Garner’s pack, which made her leery of everyone.  It had taken her a long time to come out of her shell, and still she had difficulty interacting with strangers.  Her defense of Barron was surprising.
    “Thanks for the breakfast,” Willa offered, looking down at her cup before forcing a smile.  “I’ll shower and be down shortly.”
    “Take your time.  You could even sleep in if you wanted.”  Sarya smiled and turned to bounce back down the stairs.
    Sleep in!   What in the hell is she talking about?   She’d never had the chance to sleep in.  Always up to prepare breakfast and start the chores or head off to work, Willa hadn’t slept in in years.
    With intentions of showering quickly and getting her ass downstairs to check on her pack and the suddenly dubbed “good guy”, she closed her door and headed for her ensuite bathroom.
    Hers and