Free Honesty by Viola Rivard Page A

had been right to do so. Regardless of the fact that she was a shallow bitch, Hale had wanted her, more than he’d wanted any other female he’d ever encountered.
    A few years later, long after Dawn had died, his brother had taken a second mate, Sarah. Unlike Dawn, Hale had taken an immediate liking to her. He had taken to ref erring to her as his ‘little sister’ and it had helped to create a line of separation between them, though the few times she was fertile, he still wanted to fuck her.
    Neither of those situations could compare to the urges he was feeling for Taylor. Part of him had believe d that if he could touch and taste her he would come to his senses and realize how absurd he was being. But when Taylor was moaning and shivering beneath him, a part of him he hadn’t known existed had been incited.
    Hale hadn’t given a damn about Alder because as far as his wolf was concerned, the human belonged to him. The only thing that mattered was getting inside of her and fucking her until he’d spent every last bit of his seed into her womb.
    He would have taken her right there on the forest floor , had she not rejected him. His wolf had considered taking her anyway, his instincts telling him that if he could just get inside of her, she’d accept his claim.
    Hale had never wanted a female so badly that he would consider forcing himself on her.
    It disturbed him.
    It intrigued him.
    He watched as Alder rocked his hips in and out of his human. Her head arched back, her lips parting in a silent cry as his brother drove deeper into her. Beneath the pelts that hung on his hips, Hale’s erection ached for release. He would have taken matters into his own hands, had he been alone.
    Beka approached him from behind. He couldn’t smell her through the rain, but there were few members of his pack who would approach him unannounced, and even fewer who lacked the grace of a predator.
    She stopped behind him, not touching, but close enough that he could feel her heat.
    “I’m afraid my brother is otherwise occupied,” he told her, keeping his voice low.
    “Are you imagining you’re him?” she asked.
    Hale turned to look down at her. She was naked, one mocking brow arched. Rather than being annoyed, Hale was glad she was there. There were days’ worth of frustration coiled within him and he need something to lash out at.
    “Do you know she doesn’t even love him?” Hale asked, taking a step forward. “How does it make you feel to know that to Alder, nothing you have is better than what’s between her thighs?”
    Beka flinched, but didn’t back down. “How does it feel to know that as long as she has him, she’ll never want you?”

CHAPTER TEN
     
    Alder ascended to Hale’s perch, disappointed to find that his brother was in a mood. Hale sat on his throne with his legs crossed and his posture rigid. He glared at the dying fire in front of him, hardly acknowledging Alder as he approached.
    When they were younger, Hale had been prone to bouts of aggression. They would generally last for a day or two, until he would either wander off on his own or Cain would kick him from the den. He would find a female to couple with for a few days and then return, refreshed and revitalized.
    Since they’d formed their own pack, this ritual had become obsolete. There were several unattached females within the pack who were always willing to satisfy Hale’s overactive libido. That was why it was strange to Alder that his brother didn’t smell like he had been with any of them recently.
    “I imagine you have nothing important to tell me,” Hale said, his nostrils flaring. “Seeing as how stopping to fuck your female took priority over coming here.”
    Alder allowed it, knowing it was best not to engage Hale when he was like this. “Winter isn’t going to join us, not for a few months at least.”
    Hale’s lip curled. “Why not?”
    “His mate is due to have their first cub any day now,” Alder explained, taking a seat