Untamable
your wolf can kiss my—”
    He growled. God she had a mouth that drove him crazy.
    “Oh, for God’s sake, Jasper. I was kidding. I have no intention of using it. I just figured there had to be a way to surprise you during the fighting. If I kept my wall up, I wouldn’t get the bits and pieces of your thoughts, and that would be a shame.” She reached out and cupped his chin.
    Her soft fingers on his jaw gave him comfort and eased his beast. He turned his head to nip her fingers. He’d hated and loved his ability to read minds, but he’d always found comfort in knowing what Sidda felt. “Good. I’ve gotten used to hearing your dirty little secrets over the years.”
    “Hmm, well, how about we go get dressed, eat something, and go over what all I’ve learned so far? I need some food, and we need to discuss this submissive crap.”
    Jasper smiled and unlocked the door. Without waiting to see if she would balk, he grabbed her hand and tugged her to his side. “Open back up, babe.”
    “I am. I’m just not thinking about anything right now.” She winked.
    The little she-devil winked! He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, babe, I’ve missed you so much.” He nuzzled her neck. “Your wolf was as gorgeous as you are. I almost couldn’t contain my beast when he saw that lean, auburn-haired she-wolf.”
    She laughed and snuggled closer to his side as they walked the last few feet to the kitchen. He wished more than anything that there wasn’t anyone in the house but them. He hadn’t spent near enough time with her before the world came crashing down around them. He sighed and kissed her head.
    “What’s wrong?” She eased away from him.
    “Nothing. I just wish we could have a few days alone.” He shrugged. “But for now we can eat and go over what happened in there.” He let her go, and she sat down at the large oak kitchen table.
    The room hadn’t changed much since he’d been a child. The large sink on one side had a window to look out the back. The cabinets were still white and the countertops a country blue. His mom had decorated. He wondered idly if Sidda would want to redo the kitchen. He kind of hoped not, because the style reminded him of his family. And the place had started to grow on him. With every second spent in it, he loosened up. He wished Sidda could find the same ease.
    “I think it’s perfect the way it is. And it’s not that I don’t feel comfortable here. It’s very homey. Your mom and dad did a great job making everything welcoming. It’s just that I’m not sure who I am anymore, so how are any of your pack supposed to accept me?”
    The bond. He smiled as he turned to grab some ham from the refrigerator. Pride raged in him. She’d certainly begun accepting her wolf and their bond.
    “You’re the same person you always have been.” He placed the ham down along with bread and condiments on the table.
    “I guess, but Dane Velham…” She shuddered, and Jasper placed his hand over hers.
    “He’s your father. He helped bring you into this world, and that’s it. You made yourself who you are. Not him.”
    “Yeah, but he’s a monster. What if…”
    “No. You’re too strong to compare yourself to him. He’s a coward, always getting others to do his dirty work. You’ve never and will never allow anyone to face your problems for you.” He stroked her hand with his thumb.
    “Yeah, but what happens when he realizes who and what I am? He’ll know right off, right?”
    Jasper gritted his teeth when her mind began to race with different possibilities. None that he liked. She was terrified that Velham would take her and kill him. That wasn’t going to happen. Ever. The Luna Nation wasn’t large enough to hide the influx of wolves moving into the home Jasper’s parents had made for the Blue Moon Pack. And Dane wasn’t stupid enough to come in guns blazing. That would raise too many questions with the human authorities. Dane would snoop, he’d pretend to be civilized

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