The Bucklin Wolves Next Generation: Revelations Read Free

would upset her. Just keep it strictly professional. Maybe if she sees it doesn’t bother you, she’ll let her guard down. Then she’ll realize her feelings for you and come running to your arms.
    He wanted to believe that was true, but in actuality it sounded like the reasoning of a nerdy teenage boy who had watched too many movies after the prom queen had rejected him. Seth wasn’t a teenage boy and he damn sure wasn’t a nerd. He was an alpha wolf, dammit, and she was going to realize what she had thrown away. Once she saw his strength and power, once she saw the way the bigger Rowan would defer to him and back down when he demanded answers, she would be forced to come falling back into his arms, begging that he forget everything she had said before about their love being a mistake. And he would forgive her. Together they would preside over Bucklin until the time to retire was near. Then they would steal away together to some remote, wooded mansion in the hills where they would live out the rest of their days with their pups—not a care in the whole world. It was perfect—and it was going to happen.
    As he pulled onto her street he felt a pang of excitement run through him as he saw the house she was staying in. The anger and angst was gone, replaced by the thrill of the hunt. When he was apart from her, things felt hopeless and bleak, but when she came into view all his vigor returned and he knew that he was doing the right thing. She was sitting on the front porch, staring out at the street in front of her.
    How many times had he driven by that house to find someone else sitting on the front porch? Someone else staring into the distance trying to find their purpose in life? So many times he had wanted to pull over and hop out, walk up to that person and lay it all on the line. He wanted to let them know they weren’t alone.
    He wanted to say, “I know your sister has been kidnapped and your father was murdered by her captor, but you don’t have to feel alone anymore. Sure, Aster is like a brother, but you have an actual blood brother right here. Rowan, it’s me: your brother.”
    William would have his hide if he did that. Instead, he ignored his half-brother every time he drove by, and bided his time—hoping and praying that William knew what he was doing. The chance was lost, or so Seth thought. Now he had a chance to make everything right. He was going to take his new mate and he was going to go find his brother and prove that he wasn’t attacking Bucklin like Jacko claimed. Then he would form a strong alliance with Rowan and Aster, one built on blood ties that were stronger than any human contact. It would continue to ensure the future of Bucklin for generations to come. Nobody would ever bother the town as it grew into prominence and his brothers would run checks on any shifters who tried to cause trouble.
    He smiled as he hopped out of the truck. Everything he had ever wanted was coming together and it all began with the buxom beauty who was sitting on the front porch of Rowan’s old house. She was now looking at the ground, looking more bored than anything else.
    She was probably doing complex calculations in her head—she seemed to get off on that kind of thing. Or she was trying to figure out the statistical probability of their survival.
    “Hello, Maribel,” he said, stopping and trying to remain cool. “Where’s your bag?”
    She looked up at him and took in a deep breath. He could immediately smell the arousal on her as her eyes traveled over his tight gray t-shirt and even tighter blue jeans. She knew exactly what she wanted—she just wouldn’t let herself fall that easily. He wondered if she knew how easily her body betrayed her true feelings to him.
    “I haven’t packed yet,” she said.
    “What do you mean, you haven’t packed yet?” he asked, looking up at the sun, which was beginning to make its descent. “It’ll be dark soon. I want to be at the entrance of the forest by