Page 44 of Her Werewolf Lover

“Shit,” he grunted, rubbing a hand over his face.

Sam felt heat rush to her cheeks. Something weird was going on. Her pulse was racing, and she would almost swear she could feel the anxiety rolling off him in waves.

“Hola, everybody,” Eileen walked in, catching Michael and Samantha in the hall. “What’s going on?”

“Tia, can you please watch Maya? Sam and I have something to discuss,” he said.

“Okay, sure,mijo.” Eileen said warily.

“Maya, what is going on?”

Eileen whispered her question, but Samantha would swear she could hear the woman even above the noise of the crew working on the floors downstairs.

“Samantha,” Michael tried for her attention, but she raised her hand, shushing him.

“Daddy bit Sam without explaining what it means. Now he is all gaga crazy, and she still doesn’t know about us,”Maya replied in that same hushed tone that to Sam sounded like she was speaking through a megaphone.

“What the hell is going on? Why can I hear Eileen and Maya inside? And what does she mean you bit me and are gaga crazy now?”

“Sam—”

“Oh my God, do you have rabies?” She gasped.

“What? No!”

“Okay good. This is nothing, right? Something to do with the new acoustics because of the walls, maybe you should work on that,” Sam said eyes wide and bordering hysteria.

She backed away from him. But Michael was notabout to allow that. He stopped her with a hand on her hip, then he bent down and picked Samantha up and over his shoulder.

“Looks like we are doing this now, then,” he muttered.

“Oof! What the heck are you doing?” she asked, struggling against him until he swatted her ass.

“Stop it. I don’t want to drop you,” he grunted, and he carried her up the stairs.

“Making sure you can’t get away,” he told her, not stopping until they were in her bedroom, far away from the others.

Her heart was pounding. The muscle was beating inside her chest a mile a minute, and her imagination was running wild.

The constant growling. The changing eye color. Samantha licked her lips, wondering what the heck was going on.

Why was it she felt so strongly about him? How had she come to trust this man so quickly?

She didn’t believe in fairytales. Not anymore. Maybe not ever. But some things here weren’t adding up.

“You want to know why my eyes glow and why I growl all the time? Want to know why I’ve wantedyou from day one? Why I can’t stay away from you?” he rumbled.

Her vanilla fragrance wrapped around him, teasing his Wolf, and clutching at his heartstrings. Goddamn, this woman meant so much to him.

“Yes,” she said, straightening her shoulders. “I want answers to all those questions. And I want to know why I could hear Maya and Eileen even though I know I shouldn’t have been able to.”

He released a deep breath. It was now or never.

And Michael Duarte never said never.

“Because I’m a Werewolf and you, Sunshine, are my mate.”

Chapter 16