5: Hood - Pack Trust Read Free

little scary. They’re ‘chipping’ babies now. That way they can track them by radar, and satellite, not just by paperwork and scent. That’s another reason why it’s not smart to sleep. It only takes a few seconds to put one of those little puppies in.
     
     
    Anyhow, if I get pregnant, I’m disappearing into the night. You can bet I’m not putting my kid on the list. Well...that is...unless it’s Hood’s.
     
     
    He’d kill me if I ran off on him. Hunt me down and frigging rip my head off.
     
     
    Not that he cares about me. But he’d care if I got pregnant.
     
     
    High I.Q., specific physical requirements. Selected specially for the program.
     
     
    I wonder who I’ve been assigned to. I know they’ve got me lined up for somebody unique. Hood’s keeping too close an eye on me. I thought it was this guy named Jack that they brought in, but I was wrong.
     
     
    They hooked him up with Hood’s sister, Fera. That was about the biggest surprise I’ve had in a long while--ever since I got bitten.
     
     
    See how tired I am? The nightmare wants to sneak up on me while my eyes are open now. Ah, I’m rubbing them again.
     
     
    I’ve gotta find that bitch before somebody else does. Not just to get Hood’s appreciation, either. I could just strangle Jack for running off with her. I might, if I can, hunt them down. He better pray it’s not on a full moon. He’ll be a dead man if I go crinos on him.
     
     
    The flight lists are endless, blurring together. I’m seriously falling asleep at the keyboard.
     
     
    Whoosh. The electronically controlled door startles me, but I don’t have to turn around to know who walked in. There’s a creep climbing up my back. One of those static impulses that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up? It’s gotta be Hood. He’s the only one that does that to me. He probably thinks I’m ignoring him, but I’m tuned into every single move he makes.
     
     
    Closing my eyes briefly, I struggle for composure, steel myself for the next attack. Oh, he doesn’t full frontal you. He’s way too smooth for that. Testing me. Seeing what I’ll do for him. Pushing me to the limit.
     
     
    I want to rip his throat out.
     
     
    Every step he takes, I have to inhale. Breathe, girl. Don’t let him know what he does to you.
     
     
    Stretching my neck a little, I spare a glance in his direction. Damn. Even to my tired eyes, he looks hot. All I can manage is, “Hood. Nice of you to drop by,” but I’m thinking how much I hate him. I mean, he knows I’ve been waiting for him.
     
     
    For two freaking days.
     
     
    He’s too calculating, knows which of my buttons to push. Slipping up behind me, he puts his hands on my shoulders and starts to massage. That stiffens my back, and my resolve to resist.
     
     
    “Relax.” His voice is velvet, coaxing and his fingers, they’re just--heaven. “Any luck?”
     
     
    “No.” I can’t think when he’s near me. The only thing that goes through my brain is, how can I get him to fall in love with me? Trust me? Want me for more than a romp?
     
     
    The hands dig deeper, forcing the tension from my muscles. It’s all I can do not to melt under his touch. And he’s just warming up.
     
     
    Yeah. We sleep together. His familiarity gives it away, doesn’t it? He expects it. I never turn him down.
     
     
    I’m all in, but he doesn’t get it.
     
     
    I wish I knew what he thought.
     
     
    Click. Click. Click. Page down. Keep working. Don’t let him distract you.
     
     
    I want to ask where he’s been. I’m pretty sure he went to Pack City--the wolf reserve we set up in North America. P.C. is what we call it, not the name the public uses for it. Can’t divulge that. It’s a neutral zone for werewolves to heal up, find asylum. I won’t go into the politics, but suffice it to say that Jack pulled a big fucking no-no when he stole Fera out of there. He’s got the whole damn pack of garou, the whole pack, up in