Walking out my back door, now fully dressed, I hoped that the wolf would still be waiting. He did follow me home through the storm, so I could only assume that he must have wanted to chat, though I couldn’t for the life of me figure why. Since he’s been lurking about for some time now, there must be a reason for his sudden appearance on our land. While weres are generally always welcome on the estate, it’s not customary for outsiders to show up without introduction from the alpha.
It was then that it occurred to me that he might be the “dangerous” wolf that Marcus had warned us about. Why hadn’t I thought of that before? Before I motioned for him to follow me home. I could only hope that he wasn’t as dangerous as our pack leader assumed.
Standing on my front porch, it didn’t take long to find him standing only a few feet away, near the side of my house, no longer in wolf form. “For the love of God, cover yourself,” I said as I threw the human stranger a towel. Apparently this guy had no shame. It didn’t seem to bother him in the least that he was standing there in the dark completely naked. He sure took his time drying off and wrapping the towel around himself.
He walked up onto the porch with a sly grin on his face, but didn’t speak, so I asked, “So what’s up with you? You’ve been prowling around the estate for a while now. Does Marcus even know you’re here?”
Now standing only a few feet away, he held out his hand and answered, “My name’s Dylan, Dylan Christianson. Nice to finally meet you, Kendall.”
His ice-blue eyes sparkled under a set of full, dark brows. He would have been considered handsome if it wasn’t for the nasty scar that ran from his right cheekbone to the edge of his thin, firm lips. The scar made him seem dangerous, kind of dirty-hot. Not my type, but hot none-the-less.
“Why are you following me?” I asked.
“Because you told me to,” he replied in a sexy, husky voice.
Any other girl probably would have melted just from the subtle hint of flirtation in his voice, but I’m not just any girl. He’d have to work a little harder than that to make me melt.
“Not now. I have seen you watching me before today.” When he didn’t respond, I asked, “Are you the rogue that our Alpha warned us about?”
“On that, I’m pleading the fifth. And I hate to burst your bubble, but I’m not watching you. Don’t get me wrong, you are definitely worth watching, but I have been following Cade, not you,” he said closing the distance between us.
“Cade, why are you following him?”
“Just checking out my competition. I like to know what I’m up against,” he said. Now he was confusing the hell out of me. Did he really mean what I think he did?
“Competition? What? You don’t seriously think you have what it takes to be alpha of this pack, do you? The elders would eat you alive, not to mention Marcus. You probably wouldn’t even be able to get your hands on Cade.”
“It’s not Cade I plan to get my hands on,” he said cryptically as he moved in even closer.
He was now standing so close that I could actually feel the heat coming off of his perfectly ripped body, and… well, he was quickly beginning to change my mind about him not being my type.
He leaned down and I thought for a second that he was planning to kiss me. But he didn’t. Instead, he whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, honey. I have big plans for you too.” Then he handed me the towel and turned to walk out into the rain.