her fiancé, but her body was ready for her to move on. She felt guilty wanting the stranger, yet she knew Micah would want her to be happy.
The shower turned off and Celeste braced herself. Staring at the bathroom door with baited breath, she waited.
Chapter Two
Connor stepped out of the shower and dried off with the towel she had left… the angel with the red hair. He’d followed her scent and found her cabin. It hadn’t been easy with the pack at his heels, but he’d managed.
The alpha had attacked him, leaving angry claw marks down his back and arms. Connor assessed the damage in the mirror. It would heal, but it would take a few days. He traced one of the angry welts and winced.
He’d defied the packs orders by trying to find the woman who had dominated his mind and senses for the past several weeks. He’d run across her scent near one of the hiking trails and had known instantly that she belonged to him.
Marcus had plans for Connor, plans that didn’t include the angel on the other side of the door. The pack’s alpha wanted Connor to mate with a female in the pack – the alpha’s sister. While it was an honor, Connor knew he didn’t belong with anyone other than his true mate. His immediate attraction to the redhead couldn’t be denied.
Toweling off, he put on the clothes his rescuer had laid out for him. The t-shirt hugged his chest and biceps, but the material was soft and comfortable. Taking a breath, he braced himself to face her. He knew without a doubt who she was – not her name, but who she was to him . His mate, his life, his soul… and he had precious little time to convince her of that. His very life depended on it, and so did hers. He’d brought danger to her door, but it couldn’t be helped.
Opening the door, he stepped into the hall and slowly walked to the living room. His eyes immediately sought her out. She was curled up in a chair, staring at him with the most amazing green eyes. Eyes that were full of curiosity, lust, and a tinge of fear. He couldn’t blame her. She was a woman alone out in the woods. She had every right to fear him; he was easily twice her size.
“Thank you,” he said softly. “You didn’t have to help me.”
Celeste nodded. “I’m afraid I don’t have an extra bed,” she said with a blush, “but you can sleep on the couch if you’d like.”
Connor glanced at the couch in question and hoped he didn’t wince. It looked comfortable enough – if you were a midget.
Celeste let her eyes travel his body from to toe and back again. “Then again, I’ll take the couch and you can have the bed. I don’t think you’ll fit.”
He gave her a smirk that said he would certainly fit somewhere , and the couch wasn’t what he had in mind.
A blush stole across her cheeks. “I meant you wouldn’t fit on the couch.”
“I’m not going to kick you out of your bed,” he answered.
“I don’t even know your name,” she said quietly.
“Connor. Connor Bleddyn.”
“I’m Celeste O’Connell.”
He gave her his sexiest grin. “Nice to meet you Celeste, and thanks again for helping me.”
“What happened?” she asked, her eyes straying to the scratches down his arms.
“I was attacked by a pack of wolves. They tore my clothes from my body and clawed at me. Two tried to bite me, but I was able to avoid them.”
Her eyes widened and she glanced at the door nervously. “How close are they?”
“Not far.”
She shivered in fear. “I’m not much for wildlife,” she murmured.
Connor chuckled, but didn’t say anything. Little did she realize she had the “wildlife” in her living room at that very moment. He was a werewolf in sheep’s clothing, or rather human clothing. Hopefully he could gain her trust before he had to expose that side of himself.
“They… they can’t get in, can they?” she asked.
Connor started to tell her