Feral Sins(7)

By: Suzanne Wright




At that second she dropped a biscuit in her coffee and, taking advantage of her distraction, Trey reached across the table and tugged her t-shirt aside to bare her shoulder. What he saw there made him growl.



Taryn jerked back, gaping and scowling. “What the hell are you doing?”



“Why would you cover it with make-up?”



“What?”



“Your mark. A female wears her male’s mark with pride, you’re covering yours. Did he force his mark on you?”



Totally thrown by the suddenly turnabout in the conversation, Taryn was pretty much speechless.



“Taryn,” he drawled menacingly before demanding, “Answer my question.”



His bullying tone had her straightening in her seat. “Look, psycho boy, I don’t know what you’re problem is – though I’d imagine it’s difficult to spell even for your psychiatrist – but no matter what’s going on between you and Roscoe, it doesn’t give you the right to know anything about what’s going on between me and Roscoe.”



“Maybe not, but I still want an answer,” he said in a gentler voice. “Did he claim you against your will?”



Although there wasn’t really a reason to hide it, pride and distrust still had her denying it. “Do I seem like the kind of person who would allow something like that?”



“I have no doubt that you’re trying to find a way out of mating with him if it’s not what you want, but I don’t think you’ve found one. Now, did he claim you against your will?”



“What does it matter to you?”



Trey took that as a yes. “Does your father know?”



She spoke quickly, hoping that if she just satisfied his curiosity he’d back off. “My dad’s a proud man whose only child is a latent daughter. He sees an alliance with a wolf as powerful as Roscoe to be the best thing that’s ever come out of my existence.”



“Your mother?”



“Died when I was nine.”



“You don’t have other relatives who’ll help?”



Taryn was about ready to scream at this guy. Not only was he poking at a very raw wound, but her body was reacting to him in a way that unsettled her. Her fingers itched to touch him and to comb through his short dark hair to find out if it was as silky as it looked. The primitive hunger crushing her had her insides churning and there was some throbbing going on in some very interesting places. There had to be something wrong with her if she was attracted to a psycho. But, strangely, she didn’t feel in danger with him. Definitely Stockholm Syndrome. “This is not your problem and it has nothing to do with whatever’s going on between you and Roscoe.”



He twisted his mouth and cocked his head. “What if I said I could help you?”



Her heart almost stopped. “Why would you do that? How could you even do that?”



“You could join my pack.”



Okay well that was unexpected. “What could you possibly gain from that?” she asked, immediately suspicious.



“A healer.”



Yeah, sure. “There’s more.”



“Yes, there’s more. I have a proposition for you. I believe that we can help each other out.”



He rooted in his jeans pocket and pulled out a small sachet. “Inside that is a pill like the one you were drugged with earlier, but a little stronger. If after our conversation you decide to decline my offer, I’ll ask you to take it. When you wake up, your memory will again be fuzzy and you will have lost the past ten hours.”



“You want to drug me again? It wasn’t bad enough that you drugged me the first time?”



“Let me ask you this. If any of my enforcers had approached you and asked you to meet me here at my pack house, would you have gone along peacefully?”



Of course not. “Point taken.” Begrudgingly. “What’s this proposition of yours?”



“I’m sure you’ve heard all about how I supposedly beat the hell out of my own father when I was fourteen. Well it’s true. I did. And for very good reasons, none of which are important right now. I won the right to be Alpha, but my dad, my uncle and many other males banded together to banish me. I was just a juvenile; I couldn’t take them all on. So I left, along with some from the pack who disagreed with what had happened. We formed our own pack, which we called the Phoenix Pack -”



“That was my idea,” interjected Dante. “You know…because we rose from nothing.”



Clearing his throat, Trey continued, “Anyway, we then got ourselves some territory and we’ve been content enough here. I was never interested in getting involved with any political bullshit or making alliances, so we always kept pretty much to ourselves. Unfortunately, that’s come back to bite me right on the ass.”

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