Page 6 of Opposites Attract
We needed to speak before deciding our future.
Fate and Fallon already decided it for us.
He sniffed deeply, picking up the faint hint of jasmine laced with a soft scent that was cold and ancient, almost like the dewy mist in early twilight or the fresh breeze drifting through an open cave in winter.
She smells of the moon.
Odd, but so was this whole situation.
Her wolf decided. The human still isn’t on board.
She’ll change her mind soon.
I laughed at my wolf’s confidence. It was unshakeable. Not in an overt way, but he’d earned his self-esteem through years of doing what others wouldn’t. That distance from the pack–from society–first as the largest male pup growing up in a pack of huge shifters, then as a grunt Marine, and finally as Alpha of the O’Neil Clan, had given him the ability to see through the bullshit and the confident knowledge there wasn’t much we couldn’t handle.
It was a quiet sort of strength that carried us through the difficult times, but as I came to a stop outside Fallon’s nest, I wasn’t sure if it would save us now.
Your turn.My wolf released his skin.
Hesitantly, I knocked on the door to the crate. “Can we talk?”
“You’ve had no problem talking this whole time.”Her voice filled my head, making me smile.
It was different than when the pack communicated telepathically. Her tone was feminine and sharp, a soothing distraction from the noise that normally cluttered my mind.
I could get used to hearing it.
“But you weren’t responding.” I leaned against the edge of the crate, waiting for her to open up. “How are you going to mark me and leave me alone like that?”
I could feel her embarrassment through the wall separating us. The floral hint to her scent grew more fragrant as her skin heated.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled from behind the metal door.
“Don’t be.” I turned my back against the crate, looking up at the moon. There was a lot I’d seen in my life and even if I wasn’t a wolf shifter, I would’ve still believed in fate. It didn’t explain everything, but some things couldn’t be explained otherwise.
Which was why I was standing here.
She’d decided.
I wasn’t going to say no, especially not when a predestined future with a woman as pretty as Fallon fell straight into my lap. There was a good chance she was crazy too.
But I’d never been one to care about red flags.
“You’re not mad?” The metal door creaked open. Big, dark brown eyes looked up at me as the stronger smell of Fallon’s nest drifted out into the night, surrounding me and coaxing out my beast’s primitive desires.
I swallowed down the urges, keeping my body relaxed as I remained leaning against the crate. “Why would I be? I like a girl who knows what she wants.”
“And if I don’t know what I want?” she whispered, lowering her gaze to my lips.
I couldn’t help but smirk. “I think you know exactly what you want.”
The fire in her eyes made my heart skip a beat as she leveled a glare at me. “You don’t know me.”
“Whose fault is that? I believe I’ve asked you many questions over the last few days.”
Her pale cheeks flushed a sexy shade of crimson. “You don’t have to humor me. I know my wolf messed up. We can still walk away if we don’t mate by the end of this season. I checked.”
Something about that stung and my wolf growled his disapproval. I ran my hand over my beard, trying to soothe the beast. “Do you often make rash decisions you don’t follow through with?”