Free Losing Myself in You by Heather C. Myers

not pleased. Currently, she was imprisoned in her own car. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her lips were pursed into a pout. She didn't care that she was sulking, but to her, life just wasn't being fair right now. After he had all but tossed her off his shoulder, Marcus had practically threatened her to loan him her car and after she refused the first few times, he lunged at her and looked as though he was about to finish the job and completely transform her into a werewolf. She grudgingly agreed – if agreed meant being forced to do what Marcus said despite her wishes – but refused to tell him where the keys were in her apartment.  It didn’t take him long to find them, however, and she led him to a nearby parking garage where her Ford Mustang was.   He also made her promise not to escape – like she would really keep a promise to the wolf who was kidnapping her. So it was really no wonder why she was sulking. But her mind was working in overtime in order to try and formulate some kind of plan.
    S he was getting tired. Really tired. Exhausted. And long car rides had always increased the probability that she would fall asleep…
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    As Marcus had suspected, Bridgette fell asleep in a matter of minutes. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, and immediately noticed the prickles of goose bumps that scattered across her bare legs. It was hard to remember that she was only in a t-shirt and underwear while she had been yelling at him. In a quick instant, his worn leather jacket was off of his broad frame and wrapped around her petite body in hopes that it might warm her up. He didn't care, but…
    "Let's not analyze things, shall we?" he asked himself, bumping his fingers on the steering wheel, and instead, focused on just how everyone would take her as his potential wife.  His hazel eyes stared back out the window, his thoughts trailing off. It shouldn't have mattered because, in all likelihood, the match wouldn't be approved, but…
    It did. It really, really did.
    The drive took at least an hour and Bridgette remained asleep the whole time. Occasionally Marcus would look over at her to see if she was having any interesting dreams, but from what he could see, that time had already passed.
    Oh well.   He almost wished he had experienced this dream.  If it was anything like the last one… It wasn't likely he would ever forget that night. Just the thought of it –
    Probably shouldn't think about it , a voice chided.
    The voice was probably right.
    He glanced out the window, watching as the city merged with forestry, and soon, only small cottages and bed and breakfasts were sparsely seen in patches of the trees.  The serenity he always seemed to feel once he was back home calmed his nerves, eased the tension in his shoulders…
    His stomach still tumbled at the thought of his pack meeting Bridgette.  She wasn’t exactly likable.  She probably would be… But he wanted her to…  He shook his head, concealing a growl.  He couldn’t think about the decision.  Not yet.
    They arrived at the manor just after three o'clock that morning. The night was still pitch black and the thick crescent moon hung low in the sky. One couldn't actually see what surrounded the home, but silhouettes of pine trees could be made out.
    When the car stopped, Bridgette jerked awake and her body tensed, as though she was preparing herself for any sort of attack that was or might take place. Marcus gave her a look, arching his brow as though whatever she thought was going to happen was definitely not going to happen.
    "Am I going to have to carry you?" he asked her, though he had some sort of idea of the answer.
    "Like I'd choose to get out of this car and go with you in your house," she snapped, her arms still folded over her chest.
    Marcus sighed and then got out of the car, only to walk around, open her door and, after unbuckling her seatbelt, carried her in his arms, bridal-style. It was harder for her to struggle this