Free OtherKin: Tranquility by Anya Bast Page A

wish your brother and his muscle would believe
me."
    "I don't
believe you either."
    "Why?"
    "You're a born
leader, Roane. You're an alpha male. You had to know that wherever
you landed, you'd stir things up." She sighed. "Look, if you really
believe you only came here to live, you're telling yourself a lie.
Eventually your true colors are going to show, whether you want
them to or not. It's inevitable. It's simply in your nature."
    "Look,
Scarlet—"
    She held up a
hand. "I'm as protective of my brother as he is of me. I won't have
you challenging him." Fear flickered in her eyes and Roane wondered
for a moment if she was worried he might be able to kill Marcus in
a challenge.
    "I have no
plans to do that."
    Scarlet stood
staring at him with her pretty lips pursed. He wanted to know what
that silky hair felt like against his skin. He wanted to know how
she would feel pinned beneath his body while he slid his cock in
and out of her eager little—
    "Roane?"
    He snapped out
of his fantasy.
    "Keep it that
way," Scarlet growled as she pushed past him.
    Roane watched
the door close behind her and knew he was in very deep shit. He
truly didn't have any intention of challenging Marcus, but not
trying to seduce Marcus' sister was going to be next to
impossible.
    Scarlet walked
into the house, still all wound up from confronting Roane. The man
disturbed her. Just being in the same room with him set her on edge
in more ways than she felt comfortable identifying.
    From the moment
the wolf had entered their territory, he'd start ruffling feathers.
He ruffled more than just Scarlet's feathers. They had an electric
attraction between them, chemistry. She wanted him out of
Tranquility for her brother's sake, but her thoughts, more often
than not, were carnal when turned in Roane's direction.
    She slammed her
purse down on the kitchen counter in frustration, right as her
roommate Amy walked in.
    "Hope you
didn't have anything breakable in there," Amy said as she eased
past her to get to the refrigerator.
    "I just went to
see Roane," she huffed.
    Amy popped the
top on a small container of orange juice and said, "Oh," knowingly
before drinking.
    "What's that
supposed to mean?"
    Amy shrugged.
"Just that, you know, he's Roane. Don't tell me you're blind or
that your libido isn't working. Plus, I know how you feel about him
entering your brother's area. Roane is an enemy, but a very
fuckable one."
    "He's only an
enemy to me, or least he probably will be an enemy sooner or
later."
    Amy considered
her for a moment before murmuring, "Uh, huh," then wandered
away.
    Scarlet looked
down at the countertop and seriously considered banging her head
against it. Instead, she turned and walked into her bedroom. She
refused to be like every other female in this town and fall under
Roane's spell. That ability to attract female Wolven only riled her
brother up more, and for good reason.
    "Hell," she
muttered. What she needed was a nice long soak in the bathtub with
a good book, a nice dinner and an early bedtime. She needed to
relax a little.
    Scarlet pulled
out a drawer of her dresser and selected a comfy pair of soft
pajamas, then grabbed her current read off the night stand. With a
satisfied glance around her small, but neat, bedroom she headed
into her private bathroom to draw a bath.
    She and Amy had
selected this house because the two bedrooms were on opposite sides
of the house, complete with private bathrooms. It afforded great
privacy. A spacious living room, kitchen and a third bathroom all
lay in the middle of the house. This place was roommate heaven.
    After she'd run
the bath water — filling the tub with her favorite lavender bubble
bath — she took off her clothes and sank gratefully into the warm
water. After closing her eyes and wallowing for a few delicious
moments, she reached down and picked up the romantic suspense novel
she'd been reading.
    But her
thoughts kept drifting back to Roane. She ended up reading one
paragraph five times without