Free Bridenapped: The Alpha Chronicles by Georgette St. Clair

still lasted until morning? If so, than it would be perfectly understandable if she ran over and jumped his bones.  I mean, it’s chemicals. Nobody could resist them, she argued with herself.
    The more sensible part of her brain chimed in. No, she couldn’t pretend that she was still drunk on pheromones.  She sighed and pushed the covers off her, and then swung her feet off the bed, holding on to the sheet and using it to cover herself.
    He turned around with a grin, said into the cell phone “My beautiful bride to be awakens. I’ll have to call you back later.” He hung up.
    “Did you just tell someone we slept together?” she asked indignantly. She hauled the sheet off the bed and held it in front of her body.
    “Yes, Caitlin,” he said, with a glance of amusement. “That’s what husbands and wives do, so I’m told.”
    “We’re not married yet!” she spluttered.
    She hurried towards her room, hauling the sheet with her.
    “It’s only a matter of time. Why are you hiding behind a sheet? I’ve seen your body from every possible angle, and I plan to continue my exploration tonight.”
    The sheet was way too long and she was tripping over it, so she dropped it on the floor, but only because her back was to him.
    “No, you won’t! You won’t lure me in with that pheromone trick again!” she called over her shoulder.  If she was being fair, he’d tried to warn her and she’d ignored him, but she didn’t feel like being fair.
    “I like the view!” he yelled after her, as she ran into her room. “I’ve got to take care of pack business this morning, but I’ll see you later!”
    Not anytime near moonrise, you won’t, she thought. She’d learned her lesson. She’d be locked safely in her own room well before…she did a quick mental calculation…9:40 p.m.
    She grabbed her cell phone which rested on top of the pearl-inlaid mahogany nightstand next to her bed, and called her home number. Priscilla answered.
                  “How’s my favorite cousin?” she asked eagerly.
                  “Your only cousin,” Caitlin reminded her. “How is mom? And why the sudden love?”
                  “Your mother is fine, and because of you I’m the most popular girl on the internet. Now you just need to convince my mother that I should be able to blog about it.  I could make a fortune off the advertising, but she’s saying no.”
                  “I’m with her on that one,” Caitlin said.
                  “Hey! I’d share with the family! 75 -25,” Priscilla said indignantly. “With me getting the 75 percent, of course, since it was my idea.”
                  “N. O.  No blogging.”
                  “50-50? That’s my final offer.”
                  “I don’t care if it’s 100 percent, you are are not blogging about this. Let me talk to your mom, please.”
                  “Fine, dreamkiller. Moooom! My least favorite cousin is on the phone!” Priscilla set the phone done with a bang.
                  She told Maggie what Kristofer had said about someone telling him that her family didn’t own the land.
                  “Who would do that, just out of the blue like that? And do you even believe him?” Maggie asked. “It’s a big coincidence, he arrives here in Lakeville and then suddenly someone thinks to claim that the pack owns our property? I think he’s lying.”
                  “Maybe,” Caitlin said uneasily. “How is mom doing?”
                  “The same. Maybe a little more restless.” Caitlin heard Maggie yawn, and she winced. She knew it would be harder on them without her there to help watch out for her mother.
                  “I’ll get home as soon as I can,” she said, and rung off.
                  She showered and dressed, picking a black and white wrap dress and low