Reunion with Her Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Free Page B

Mila had almost been his undoing, but he was going to have to control himself. But he meant what he said. He would take pleasure in showing the man where those fingers ought to be. And that was nowhere near Mila.
     
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    Mila didn’t even remember when the party ended. She did a lot of fake smiling, and had conversations with a number of people whom she didn't remember on things she could care less about. She blew candles, opened cards and gifts, yet it was all a blur to her and she was happy that it finally ended.
     
    She didn’t know when Charles left, or Carly for that matter. She vaguely remembered kissing Charles on the cheek and giving him some excuse that she was tired and that she would call him.
     
    Every time he tried to ask her about what happened in her living room, she would change the subject or flat out ignore him. She knew she was being unfair, but she would not talk about Marty. Not now. Not ever.
     
    Sitting on her bed, she finished brushing her hair and was about to get in bed, when she noticed the gift bag she had set on her desk. It had been in the middle of her desk when she had come in and moved when she sat down to clamp down her anger.
     
    Assuming it was from her mom, she walked over and picked up. Immediately that scent of coffee and sandalwood hit her again, along with that other scent. What the hell was that smell? It was erotic and despite her being upset, she felt warmth pooling between her thighs.
     
    What the hell? She thought.
     
    Sitting back on her bed, she opened the bag. Inside was a wrapped jewelry box, a card, and what looked like a wrapped box. Opening the jewelry first, it was the most beautiful bracelet she had ever seen. A microphone, swing, phone, two stick figures, and a rose hung from it.
     
    Setting it down next to her she reached for the box. The scent was very strong on this box and she found herself crossing her legs at the feelings stirring between them.
     
    Unwrapping it, she saw the back of a picture frame. A shadow box to be more exact. Turning over, she knew then it wasn’t her mother who had given her the gift.
     
    There was a picture off to one side. There she was, and Marty too. They were smiling and laughing at the beach. A trip they had taken the summer when they were thirteen. He had won her a huge teddy at the pier that night.
     
    There were roses pressed into the box. Her favorite. She spied the movie tickets to the matinee show he took them to when she was eleven. Marty’s dad had driven them, and he bought them so much popcorn and junior mints, that she ended up sick and had to leave before the movie ended. He bought the DVD and came over to finish it with her.
     
    The next thing made her laugh in spite of herself. He had put her special power rock in. He had gotten the chicken pox when they were five. She wanted him to get better so they could go play, but he couldn’t leave his room. Determined to make him better, she’d searched and found a really pretty rock that sparkled and shimmered. Convinced it was magic, she gave it to him and told him it was a power rock. She said if he would sleep with it under his pillow, he would get better and come play outside again.
     
    The shadow box was full of mementos from her childhood with him: the page she had taken from his yearbook and written all over so no one else could write there. The picture of them on Halloween when she went as eggs and him as bacon. The black and white bowtie he wore to the winter ball that made her laugh.
     
    He had kept it all. Even the small square of yarn she started making into a sweater for Christmas; it still had all the knots in it since she couldn’t get the hang of the crochet needle.
     
    Setting the box aside she picked up the card.
     
    Mila,
     
    Words cannot say how sorry I am. I hope one day I can make you understand what I did was not meant to hurt you
     
    Marty
     
    Mila felt her anger rise again. Why? If he didn’t mean to hurt her, then why had he?