Betrayal: Reckless Desires (Dark Wolves Book 2) Read Free

We’re almost there now,” Wesken cut in before the man could finish his sentence.
    Orrin sighed and shook his head. “Something is wrong with Malec. Argram is not going to wait much longer.”
    Wesken’s whole body stiffened. He glanced at her before addressing the other man again. “What’s wrong with him?”
    “I don’t know. But Miga and Argram want to take him to see Brienne.”
    Wesken looked at her, then at Orrin again, his features drawn tight. Just because neither of them seemed interested in claiming one another didn’t mean the pull between them wasn’t real. If she guessed correctly, he was trying to figure out a way back to the village in record time while not leaving her alone in the presence of another unmated male.
    “Turn, please,” she told Orrin as she reached for the hem of her shirt. The moment he was looking away from her, she shucked her clothing. Wesken’s eyes grew wide, but he said nothing and she wrapped her clothes around her existing package, adjusting the twine to secure the added bulk. In moments, she was as naked as the day she was born. “Hurry, Wesken.”
    By the time she finished shifting, Wesken had removed his jeans and left them on the trail. His shift was smooth and fast. In the blink of an eye, where he had stood was the fiercest, largest wolf she’d ever seen. Every time she saw him in his primitive form, it took her breath away. It was no wonder her wolf was attracted to his. Power poured from his body.
    With a small yip, she grabbed her parcel between her teeth and bolted down the path, heading straight for the village with Wesken following close behind. In their wolf forms, they ate the remaining distance in minutes. As soon as they entered the village circle, Argram came toward them.
    “Where have you been? I need to leave. You’re in charge,” the Alpha announced.
    Wesken reverted to his human form. “What’s wrong with Malec?”
    “He’s not eating or sleeping. His body is burning hot, and he won’t stop crying. Miga has tried everything.”
    “What does Delana say about it?”
    Amalija did a quick calculation in her head. Malec was over the two-and-a-half-year mark. They didn’t have a lot of children in the Komoro pack, but she remembered when Roxie was a toddler and the things she went through. Although she couldn’t be sure, if she had to guess, she’d say either the little guy was teething, or he was preparing for an early shift. With so few little ones in the wolf shifter world, not everyone knew what to expect with a toddler. It seemed the same was true of the Erritrols.
    A few other pack mates surrounded them. The men all looked like they were ready for battle, yet there was no threat. If it weren’t for their obvious worry, she would have found the situation a little funny.
    Closing the short distance between herself and Wesken, she nuzzled his hand. When he looked down at her, she dropped the bundle at his feet and pawed at it. With all the men standing around, there was no way she would shift and stand there naked like Wesken was. If his reaction to having Orrin near her while she was fully clothed was any indication, that wouldn’t end well for anyone.
    With a quick tug, he snapped the twine holding her package together, then unwrapped the first layer, freeing her jeans and shirt. Looking at each of the men surrounding them, he grunted and coughed. Only Argram grunted back.
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    “Look away,” he ordered his men in their native tongue. To his amazement, even though the original Komoro wolves didn’t understand, they turned away. Maybe it was his tone or the look he gave each one of them, but he was glad he didn’t have to force the situation. His men followed suit moments later.
    Only once each man, including Argram, was facing away did Amalija shift back to her human form. Standing tall, she didn’t rush as she came closer. She didn’t lower her gaze or hide her body. She was like a goddess with her head held high and her long hair