The White Werewolf's Love (Interracial Shifter Romance BWWM Paranormal) by R S Holloway Page A
Authors: R S Holloway
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“What is it?” she whispered.
He didn’t answer. He moved with graceful agility across the carpet and was just in time to spot Chrissie re-entering her room. He frowned and worry lines instantly creased his forehead. He returned to his bed. Lucy was now looking at him almost in a state of panic. He smiled and kissed her forehead. “Not to worry my love, but I think we had an eavesdropper just now.”
“Eavesdropper?” she asked incredulously. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I heard movement, and just now I saw her slipping back into her room.”
“That doesn’t mean she was eavesdropping. Maybe she got up for a drink of water or something.”
“That is possible,” he said, but only to her. She was Derek’s daughter after all, and he would take no chances with her. As innocent as she appeared to be, his blood ran through her veins. Or maybe it was just his werewolf senses being too attuned. Maybe he was just paranoid. All he did see was her slipping into the room. Lucy could be right after all. This time, just this once, he would give her the benefit of the doubt.
He held Lucy in his arms, and before either of them could think about anything else, they were sound asleep.
*****
It seemed they had only just fallen asleep when the first rays of sunlight began to peep through the blinds. Wes squinted and took up his remote. He was extremely glad now that they were automated for he did not want to move. He clicked the ‘close’ button and watched as they ate up the sunlight that had invaded his space. He looked over at Lucy, still sound asleep, and rested his head back on the pillow, his left leg raised so that his heel was now resting on the bed, and his palm cupping the back of his head. This was the time of morning that he loved most; when the dew was fresh on the grass and the air as crisp as chips. He was able to think more freely and he enjoyed being a wolf in times like these when he could run over great distances and return before Lucy would even budge from her sleep. She was a very sound sleeper, but he hardly slept for many hours at a time. He had ears that could detect sound for miles even in his human form, and that rendered it impossible to sleep for long hours.
He now got up from the bed and went to the balcony, allowing the morning breeze to stroke his fantasy now. He closed his eyes, but then he felt a presence. He turned around to see Chrissie standing there, almost shielded by the glass door. He turned around so that his back now rested against the metal railings and crossed his hands over his chest.
“Chrissie? Is there something wrong?” he asked rather politely.
She nodded to indicate no, but then she walked closer to him, stopping now by the patio table.
“Do you like having me here Mr. Chamberlain?” she asked, eyes wide with wonder.
“Why do you ask that?”
She didn’t answer right away. “You didn’t like my father, so maybe you won’t like me either.”
He didn’t even know how to respond to that. She had all right to be thinking the way she did. “It doesn’t matter that I hated your father. It was a shared sympathy between him and my kind. What matters is I love my brother, and you mean a lot to him, so until we find a permanent solution, you can stay here. Furthermore I have not been given a chance to warm up to you as yet.”
He knew her question stemmed from what she had overheard him say the night before, and as much as he had wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, she was making it a bit difficult for him. “Were
“What is it?” she whispered.
He didn’t answer. He moved with graceful agility across the carpet and was just in time to spot Chrissie re-entering her room. He frowned and worry lines instantly creased his forehead. He returned to his bed. Lucy was now looking at him almost in a state of panic. He smiled and kissed her forehead. “Not to worry my love, but I think we had an eavesdropper just now.”
“Eavesdropper?” she asked incredulously. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I heard movement, and just now I saw her slipping back into her room.”
“That doesn’t mean she was eavesdropping. Maybe she got up for a drink of water or something.”
“That is possible,” he said, but only to her. She was Derek’s daughter after all, and he would take no chances with her. As innocent as she appeared to be, his blood ran through her veins. Or maybe it was just his werewolf senses being too attuned. Maybe he was just paranoid. All he did see was her slipping into the room. Lucy could be right after all. This time, just this once, he would give her the benefit of the doubt.
He held Lucy in his arms, and before either of them could think about anything else, they were sound asleep.
*****
It seemed they had only just fallen asleep when the first rays of sunlight began to peep through the blinds. Wes squinted and took up his remote. He was extremely glad now that they were automated for he did not want to move. He clicked the ‘close’ button and watched as they ate up the sunlight that had invaded his space. He looked over at Lucy, still sound asleep, and rested his head back on the pillow, his left leg raised so that his heel was now resting on the bed, and his palm cupping the back of his head. This was the time of morning that he loved most; when the dew was fresh on the grass and the air as crisp as chips. He was able to think more freely and he enjoyed being a wolf in times like these when he could run over great distances and return before Lucy would even budge from her sleep. She was a very sound sleeper, but he hardly slept for many hours at a time. He had ears that could detect sound for miles even in his human form, and that rendered it impossible to sleep for long hours.
He now got up from the bed and went to the balcony, allowing the morning breeze to stroke his fantasy now. He closed his eyes, but then he felt a presence. He turned around to see Chrissie standing there, almost shielded by the glass door. He turned around so that his back now rested against the metal railings and crossed his hands over his chest.
“Chrissie? Is there something wrong?” he asked rather politely.
She nodded to indicate no, but then she walked closer to him, stopping now by the patio table.
“Do you like having me here Mr. Chamberlain?” she asked, eyes wide with wonder.
“Why do you ask that?”
She didn’t answer right away. “You didn’t like my father, so maybe you won’t like me either.”
He didn’t even know how to respond to that. She had all right to be thinking the way she did. “It doesn’t matter that I hated your father. It was a shared sympathy between him and my kind. What matters is I love my brother, and you mean a lot to him, so until we find a permanent solution, you can stay here. Furthermore I have not been given a chance to warm up to you as yet.”
He knew her question stemmed from what she had overheard him say the night before, and as much as he had wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, she was making it a bit difficult for him. “Were
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