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coat and retrieved the carefully preserved
rose. He caressed the bloom and leaned forward to take in the perfume of the
flower. "They're so real."
    Luther was momentarily hypnotized by the beautiful sight of
Owen's full lips. They were almost as red as the flower petals, and Luther ached
to taste them, to claim their owner. But he and Owen weren't ready for that,
not nearly ready. They had to take things one step at a time, and the roses
were a good enough ice breaker.
    "Real is probably a good descriptor. I've been growing
them for years."
    "Truly?" Owen looked surprised. "You grow them
yourself?"
    Luther nodded. "In honor of my mother. She used to love
them..."
    That was a bad thing to bring up, since it summoned sad
memories and caused his mind to make unpleasant connections. He quickly fixed
it by changing the subject. "In any case... Have you had dinner? I'd like
to take you out, somewhere nice."
    His offer was not received with as much enthusiasm as he had
hoped. "I'm not exactly dressed for a date," his mate replied,
slumping his shoulders.
    "Don't worry about that," Luther answered. When Owen
didn't seem convinced, Luther decided to be completely honest. "Here's the
thing. I'm... I'm not good at explaining, but I want to, and I want you to be
comfortable with me while we talk. We could go to Burger King if you'd rather,
but I just... I think you deserve so much more. For months, I've wanted to give
you more than I could, and I... I suppose I'm frustrated."
    "You don't have to give me anything," came the soft
reply.
    "I know." Moon be blessed, this was so difficult.
Humans didn't understand an Alpha's instinct to provide for his mate, and the
situation twisted that urge into something entirely different. "Just one
chance, Owen. Please trust me. I promise, I won't let you down."
    It was a gamble, because his mate had no real reason to put
his faith in Luther. Thankfully, it worked. After a small moment of hesitation,
Owen nodded. "On one condition. You're going to have to tell me how you
know V, and why she told you my name when it's supposed to be
confidential."
    Luther's eyes widened. Fuck. It looked like his mate wasn't
one to take any shit, and for all his Alpha instincts, his balls almost
shriveled and died at the piercing look Owen gave him.
    "It's a very long story, and you might not believe
it."
    "Well... I guess you're just going to have to try
me."
    Luther nodded and prayed to the moon that he wouldn't make a
huge mistake. "Very well. Now come on. I'd rather not have this
conversation here."
    He offered Owen his arm, and this time, his mate didn't
hesitate. He took it, and the moment they first touched, electricity sparked
between them. Luther's cock had already been rock hard—he lived in a constant
state of sexual torment whenever he was around Owen—but he almost came in his
pants at that simple contact.
    Owen wasn't exactly immune to it either, releasing a soft
gasp that tempted Luther more than he could have ever expressed. It was just as
well that he had a lot of practice in restraint, because it seemed his mate
would test every bit of that control.
    Reining in his wolf and his arousal, Luther guided Owen
toward his limo. As he walked, he wondered how the members of the Lone Wolf
Pack had managed to prepare their mates for the revelation that everything they
knew was a lie. How was he supposed to tell Owen that he was a werewolf and
they were soul mates? He had no idea—but he hoped when the time came, they'd
both be ready. From this point on, there was no turning back, for either of
them.

Chapter Two
     
    Everybody knew that it was a bad idea to get in a car with a
stranger. Owen would have told himself not to be rash, but for some reason, he
didn't find it necessary. As he slid into Luther's black limo, he wasn't in the
least bit afraid. In fact, he felt safe, more than a little aroused, but secure
in the knowledge that Luther wouldn't actually do anything to harm him.
    How did he know that? It was