Free Carpathian Wolf: A BBW Wolf-Shifter Romance (Shift Your Fate Book 0.5) by Cara Wylde Page B

di Calimala was mentioned, as well as the myth of how shape-shifters were created. Now, that myth I found really interesting.”
    Emil smiled. Of all the things she could have found out and come to believe about shape-shifters, their origin myth was the worst one. Not even shape-shifters believed in it anymore. It was too surreal. Almost as surreal as the idea of fated mates. However, since he met Rebecca, Emil had started to think of the fated mates myth more often than he had done in his whole life.
    “Still, it wasn’t nearly as interesting as the author’s methods of detecting shape-shifters when they are in their human form.”
    Emil’s whole body tensed, and Rebecca was perfectly aware of the sudden change. When he didn’t say anything, she switched the camera off, placed it on the table, and leaned forward as much as the table allowed her.
    “Your story about shape-shifters and the Calimala Guild, your insistence that it isn’t just a story… I dismissed all the signs which told me there was something there, something my imagination would’ve never been able to come up with. Until last night.”
    Emil bit the inside of his cheek. She knew. She wasn’t just suspicious. She knew.
    “Kelpius says that of all the shape-shifters, werewolves are the most unpredictable because it takes them longer to learn how to contain their beast. Even when they do learn, it’s difficult for them to keep the animal subdued when they experience powerful emotions. Anger, hate, love, lust…” She made a long pause, waiting for him to say something. To contradict her. To stop her before she made a fool of herself. He didn’t. “Last night you didn’t want to have sex with me the second time because… you needed to get some fresh air. Was that it, or was there something else?”
    Rebecca watched Emil’s massive chest rise when he inhaled and fall slowly when he exhaled. She remembered the way his muscles had rumbled when his wolf had growled at her from underneath his skin. For a moment, she lost all train of thought. Emil’s low, calm voice brought her back to earth.
    “Say it, Rebecca.”
    Her chocolate eyes rose back to his face.
    “You’re a werewolf.”
     
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    Emil didn’t wait for the sun to set. He couldn’t. The woman who had turned his world upside down was finally ready to accept the truth. Rebecca Gilbert, the modern, independent chartered accountant who didn’t believe in the supernatural, had just done her own research and told him with her own pretty, delicious mouth that he was a wolf-shifter. He had to show her. He had to show her now.
    They drove outside the citadel and the old city and didn’t stop until they were far from civilization, in the heart of the Carpathian Mountains. He left the car on the side of the road, took her hand, and led her deep into the forest, where he threw his clothes off and turned into his wolf form right in front of her bewildered eyes.
    Rebecca covered her mouth with both hands. She couldn’t take her eyes off the majestic creature. Indeed, the werewolf was tall and strong, as big as a pony. He reminded her of the wolves in the “Twilight” movies. She smiled remembering how back then she had thought it was ridiculous. The animal stepped closer to her, and her instinct was to back away, but then she remembered this was Emil. Her lover, the man who had held back his passion and desire for her the night before, afraid that his beast might take over. She took a deep breath and approached him carefully. When the wolf didn’t do anything, just kept staring at her with his huge, puppy eyes, Rebecca grew bolder and reached for his nose.
    “It’s really you,” she whispered.
    Her fingers touched the cold snout and the wolf sighed. Soon, he was nuzzling her palm, encouraging her to pet him further. She hugged him around the neck, sank her face in his soft fur, and inhaled the fresh, unique scent that was Emil’s. Then, she rubbed his sides, his back, dug her fingers