Fated Ties: A Werewolf Paranormal Romance Novel (The Twisted Destiny Saga Book 3)

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words, at his selfless defense of her. Something blunt slammed down on the table. She realized that it was probably Ryan’s fist, because then she heard him yell, “I’m well aware some asshole fucked around with my wife! And he will pay! She may have shown him mercy, but I won’t! I’m gonna fucking track him down and kill him!”
    “That’s not gonna solve the problem, Ry.”
    “It’ll solve it for me!” Ryan roared. “ No one touches what’s mine!”
    As Cora listened to Ryan’s rage-induced outburst, she shook her head with disbelief. What’s his? What am I, some piece of meat to him? How dare he? Fucking Alpha mentality!
    “Calm down,” Josh urged. “That’s twice you’ve lost your temper in the last few hours alone. What’s with you?”
    “I’m just stressed out. This David thing. The whole Wolf King thing. It’s a lot, J.”
    “It’s more than that. Normally, you’d just bite my head off and, possibly, the Vampire King’s. But earlier you also took a bite out of Cora. It’s…guilt.”
    “What?”
    “Did you fuck someone while you were away in the Dark Realm?”
    Oh my God. Cora waited with bated breath for Ryan’s answer. The longer the pause, the tenser she became. She felt an awful, sickly feeling form in the pit of her stomach. That can’t be the case. Josh must be wrong. Ryan wouldn’t do that. Would he?
    “No,” he finally responded.
    Phew. She breathed a sigh of relief. But it was short-lived when she heard him go on.
    “But…there was this girl. Jada. A wolf.”
    “And?”
    “ And she…she caught my eye.”
    “She made your cock hard? She was hot? So what? You’re married, but you’re not blind. Plus, you’re a wolf, Ry. A day without getting laid and we’re horny as hell. That’s all it was.”
    “I wanted to, J.”
    “What?”
    “I wanted to fuck her. If—”
    And that was the last thing Cora heard, before she took off back down the corridor.

 
     
    CHAPTER 14
    “I wanted to fuck her.”
    Cora couldn’t get Ryan’s words out of her head. It was as though another man had spoken them. Not Ryan. Not her husband. Not the man she loved with all her heart. The only man she’d ever loved. It was one thing for him to desire another woman in a fleeting moment. But to really desire someone beyond the point of simply finding them attractive? To actually want to sleep with someone else? That was going too far.
    He’d said she was wolf. He was a wolf himself. Not just a wolf, but the wolf—the fucking Wolf King. Maybe he needed to be with a wolf. Maybe there was a connection he could get from a woman who was wolf that he couldn’t get from her. Maybe I’m not wild enough for him.
    The way he’d said it, with so much raw, sexual desire had really got to her. It was the same way he breathed her name when they were making love. It was his too-far-gone voice, the voice that told her that sexual desperation had overruled him. Was that what he felt for that wolf woman? That same intensity he felt with her? Or more?
    She shook her head. We’re mates. Destined. You’re just overreacting.
    But why shouldn’t she overreact? They hadn’t spoken since he’d blown her off, commanding her harshly in front of Nathanial and Josh during a fit of temper. He hadn’t bothered to come and find her. If he was as horny as he’d discussed with Josh, why hadn’t he come to her? It couldn’t have been because of what Josh had said about David, because that’d been hours ago now. No, it was something else. Yeah, it was something else all right. That wolf woman he wanted to fuck. What was her name? Jada. Yeah, that was it. That bitch.
    Her troubled thoughts and her rising anger caused her to miss her turnoff onto the highway. Shit. She’d wanted to zoom down the highway and race against her demons, pushing her bike to the limit.
    It felt so good to ride again. It’d been too long. Her bike had been collecting dust in the wolf compound garage for weeks. But earlier she’d

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