Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
The sheets are tangled in knots like they’ve been twisted and kicked and grabbed at. What makes my blood pressure detonate are the human-shaped lumps.
There are people in the bed. Multiple.
How many? Two? Three? Four?
I stumble back, my heels hitting the doorframe.
“Wolf,” I whisper. “What the actual hell?”
Someone stirs. A huge, imposing, chiseled-from-pure-intimidation figure rises from the bed.
Black, bottomless eyes glare out of a face that doesn’t smile. And he’s naked. Just standing there in all his terrifying glory like a war god who doesn’t need armor.
“Go back to bed, pet.” Wolf waves him off, calm as ever.
Pet? That mountain of a man?
The fuck?
“Pssst, Frankie.” Wolf paws through the bedding, searching.
A smaller form pops up and slips from beneath the sheets. A woman. Her movements are soft and elegant as she whispers to Wolf, too low for me to hear. She’s naked, too, her silhouette barely lit by the hallway light.
As she walks past him, he stops her and offers a robe. She takes it, sliding it on like she’s done this a thousand times.
Then she notices me.
Her eyes bulge, round and startling green, as she gasps. “Wolf! Did you get married?”
Chaos.
The bed explodes with motion. Sheets fly. Bodies scramble. A second man stumbles out. Then a third. A fourth?
No.
Definitely three men.
All of them knee-weakenly gorgeous.
All of them naked.
Given the suffocating reek of sex and testosterone, I can only assume they just shared that tiny redhead like a hedonistic fever dream.
Lucky girl.
Meanwhile, I hover half in the hall, half in the room, gaping like an idiot in my rain-soaked wedding gown.
Boxers and pajama pants materialize, and within seconds, all the dicks are covered.
Wolf flicks on the light and pushes me back into the room. “Okay, so… This is Dove.”
Everyone stares.
“She’s not my wife,” he adds quickly. “She ran away from her wedding. Long story. She needs a place to crash. I’m putting her in the guest house, but I wanted you to know so you don’t freak out.”
They are definitely freaking out.
The terrifying one—dark eyes, darker mood—doesn’t say a word. He just grunts and glares, arms folded across a chest full of scars, radiating nope.
Wolf follows my gaze. “That’s my brother, Kody. Technically, my uncle. He’s harmless. Unless you touch his woman,” he says in an ape-man voice.
“You make a beautiful bride.” The woman offers me a small, sleepy smile. “Probably not what you want to hear. You look like you had a day and lived to fight another. You okay?”
She looks younger than me. Impossibly delicate. Almost childlike. With the most direct, soul-piercing eye contact I’ve ever experienced.
Uncomfortable, I look away, colliding with the mismatched eyes of a Viking. He leans against the wall, scratching the scar on his abdomen. His pants hang so low I can see Valhalla. Zero shame, this guy.
“You dragged a runaway bride into our lair.” He tsks. “Bold.”
“I’ll go.” I back away and bump into Wolf’s chest.
“Apologize, bonehead.” Frankie pinches the underside of the Viking’s bulging bicep, making him hiss.
“That’s Leo,” Wolf says at my ear. “Don’t engage.” Then he adds, “He’s my least favorite brother. Technically, my cousin.”
“I’m Monty.” The older one offers a hand, squints at his extended fingers with a wrinkled nose, and yanks his hand away before I can touch it.
Guess we know where those fingers have been. Inside someone, but who? If they’re all related…
“I’m Wolf’s father.” Monty Novak stands tall and regal, wrapping a sheet around his waist like a royal robe. “This is… Unexpected.”
“Now you know.” Wolf nudges me. “Ask them whatever you want, whatever will make you feel comfortable enough to stay.”
So that’s why he dragged me in here and woke them? He wants me to feel comfortable?
He wasn’t lying about his relationship to the richest man in Alaska and the captives mentioned in the news articles. I only need to look at the four men to see the family resemblance. Not just their appearances but their demeanors.
Wolf isn’t the only one hiding a feral, predatory side.
I have so many questions, but I don’t want to ask anything right now. Thanks to my reclusive nature, I burn with anxiety and awkwardness in regular situations. This is so far beyond my comfort zone, I can’t feel my tongue.
Kody studies me, his voice a deep, grave-cold vibration. “Are you in danger?”
I hear the question he doesn’t ask.
Did you bring danger to our home?
“Not tonight.” Wolf gives him a look. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Nice to meet you, Dove.” The redhead steps through the chaos like she’s used to it. “I’m Frankie. You’re safe here, okay?”
I nod slowly, not sure if that’s true or if I’m in the middle of some exclusive Alaskan sex cult.
“Do you need anything?” Frankie asks. “Clothes? Girl stuff? Food?”
“Cherry-berry.” Wolf tugs a strand of her hair. “I got this.”
“Yeah.” She smiles and presses a kiss to his sternum. “You do.”