Read What a Wolf Wants (Black Hills Wolves Book 2) for Free Online Page B

to keep being a problem for Ryker.” She seemed utterly oblivious to the tension in the room, another reason she should go. Wolves needed structure, order—Saja was brilliant chaos with her constant chatter and challenges flung out without any ounce of concept of what she poked. Not that Ryker would ever allow anyone to her hurt her. She already carried a hint of his scent. If he embedded it on her, they’d leave her be.
    Hell, Drew was right.
    Mate .
    The door closed once more. Drew gave him an almost sympathetic look. “You have a problem.”
    “I’ll take care of it.” Cutting off a limb would be simpler, but the needs of the pack had to come first. Any other choice was selfish.
    The Alpha studied him. “I can take her. We’ve got some off-road vehicles. It would only take a few hours to get her to another town. We can arrange for her car to be brought to her.”
    “No.”
    “Ryker—”
    “I said I would take care of it,” he growled. This time he didn’t swallow the sound. “You have other things to do.”
    Drew nodded. “When you’re ready, find me.” He said nothing else because, what was there to say? Instead of leaving though, Drew put a hand on his shoulder. “I mean it. When you’re ready , find me.”
    “Yes, Alpha.”
    Drew left as silently as he’d arrived. Ryker followed him out, keeping an eye on his Alpha until he vanished into the trees, heading back toward Los Lobos. A faint set of tracks showed four feet arriving, but only two leaving—so not only had Drew arrived without Ryker being aware, he’d come in wolf form. Dammit, Saja could have seen.
    But she didn’t.
    Still, the fact she could have twisted the knife, driving it deeper. Her presence was a threat to everyone….
    His Wolf snarled inside his skin.
    Her absence would be worse.
     
     
    Saja ran a brush through her damp hair—she had a blow dryer in the suitcase, but considering Ryker had to fire up a generator to let her take a shower, she made do with a fierce towel dry and a good comb. The sound of the outer door opening then closing cut off the faint voices of the two men. Ryker hadn’t looked at her once, but his whole body had been rigid when she’d ducked out to get suitcase.
    His friend hadn’t looked pleased either. When she heard the outer door open again, she stopped delaying the inevitable and left the bathroom. Her sexy-as-sin host stood in front of the now-roaring fire. Between the shower and the fresh clothes, she felt more like herself. She’d even shaved her legs.
    It was the little things that mattered.
    After rubbing her hands together, she picked up her suitcase. She didn’t make a full two steps before Ryker took it out of her hand, returning it to the spot next to the chair where she’d slept. Odd, it was the best night’s sleep she’d had in a long time—while she’d been in a chair, too. Shaking off the musing, she stole another look at her host.
    His expression was dark, closed off.
    “Did I get you in trouble?” Whatever had been going on between the two, Ryker hadn’t sounded happy when she came out. He looked even less so now.
    “No.” One succinct syllable.
    “I meant what I said. I don’t want to be a burden….” for you .
    Facing her, he studied her with an intensity she felt all the way to her bones. Thankfully, she had the chair and set a hand on it to keep from falling. Everything in the room seemed to fade except for the man holding her attention. Heat licked along her skin. The thud of her heart vibrated against her rib cage. Wood smoke, pine, snow, forest, and man filled her every breath. She alternated between wanting to drown in the scent and running like hell. Danger threaded between the beats in her pulse.
    Primal instinct warred with common sense. The little voice in her soul said, Run! Run fast. Don’t look back .
    “Whatever you choose,” Ryker said into the torrent of sensations shredding her thoughts, “don’t run.”
    The order conflicted with her sense