His Choice Read Free Page B

to follow his call.
    If the group had been healthy, they would have assured her stance quickly by offering her a hug or touch to show her how loved she was in the Pack.
    This group wasn’t like that.
    Hell, she missed Becca and Hunter already and it had only been a few hours since she’d seen them.
    “Oh, hello Colin,” she answered, keeping her gaze on his chin rather than try to meet his eyes.
    He reached out and ran a finger along her cheek. Her wolf nudged against her skin then let out a shuddered breath at the contact. It wasn’t sexual or territorial.
    No, this was Pack.
    This was something she needed.
    She’d already been touch-starved before Dorian had betrayed the Pack openly. After that almost all others had shunned her. If it hadn’t been for Hunter, Becca, Liam, and Alec, she would have died. The latter two, council members in their own right, had taken her under their wing much like they would a baby sister.
    There was no mating in their eyes and she didn’t blame them. She didn’t feel anything for them but deep respect and guilt that her brother had threatened their way of life.
    That seemed par for the course these days.
    “Your wolf needs touch,” Colin growled, causing the other men around him to growl as well.
    Her wolf cowered and she cursed herself. She was stronger than this, darn it. Why couldn’t her wolf see this?
    “I know,” she answered honestly. “I’m working on it.” It was just really hard to do when most of the Pack wanted nothing to do with her and the rest scared the crap out of her. Alec and Liam could only do so much and she wasn’t about to snuggle up to Hunter daily while Becca nursed their newborn baby girl.
    “Your bloodlines are pure, Leslie,” Colin continued. “You’d make someone a good mate.”
    She blinked.
    Bloodlines.
    Seriously?
    It always came back to bloodlines. Dorian had been fanatic about it and look what had happened. She knew the blood running through her veins was of the finest families in the Pack’s history, but considering what had happened recently, she hadn’t thought it mattered.
    She didn’t care about who her family’s family was. She didn’t care about purity.
    Colin, apparently, did.
    “You don’t complain and you do as you’re told,” Colin continued. “A male would be pleased to have you for your child bearing alone. You’re quite fuckable as well. I don’t think it would be a chore to slam my cock into you during full moons. I’m sure that you’ll like the others too. After all, you’re a pureblood with tradition in your veins. You know the full moon hunts require us to either take flesh or fuck. I’m sure you understand with the female shortage in our Pack, that any mate of ours would have to be shared with the lot of us. You’ll enjoy it.”
    Leslie blinked again.
    Never had such romantic words been spoken, she thought dryly.
    Her wolf backed away from his touch and she lifted a lip in a snarl—so unlike her. “Remove your hand.”
    Colin’s brows rose but he didn’t move. He pinched her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “What was that?”
    She gulped and cursed herself. Fear wafted from her and she wanted to slink into a corner and hide. It wasn’t her fault she was a submissive but dominants weren’t supposed to lord their power over her. They weren’t supposed to make her cower in fear.
    They were supposed to love her.
    They were supposed to protect her so she could protect herself.
    When had everything gone to hell?
    “Let me go, Colin.” Her voice shook and she lowered her eyes because of his wolf, but she still spoke. She was stronger than he thought. Or at least she hoped.
    He pinched harder and leaned down so his mouth was almost over hers. Those in the Pack kissed in friendly ways to show affection often, but that wasn’t what Colin wanted to do. He wanted to prove his dominance over her in front of his friends.
    She hated that he made her hate herself.
    “You think you can talk to me like