Authors: Carrie Ann Ryan
Tags: #Science Fiction & Fantasy, #Paranormal Romance, #Paranormal, #Romance, #Fantasy, #Werewolves & Shifters, #Paranormal & Urban, #Literature & Fiction
Fighting Fate (31 page)
Keil hit him. Not hard enough to do permanent damage but hard enough to make his eyes register
the shock of it. After picking himself up off the floor, TJ carefully exposed his neck to his brother.
“You will use that brain of yours to remember to be polite when you speak to and of my mate.
Understood?” Keil drawled the words as he poured the coffee and prepared Robyn’s cup for her.
“Even though it’s none of your damn business if you were thinking straight you’d already know the
answer. Use your bloody nose. No, we have not mated yet. Yet for some insane reason she let me kiss
her and hold her, and while I’m pleased to report that yes, she’s officially my mate, I have no idea
why she doesn’t seem to know a thing about wolves.”
He sat at the table. “So I don’t want you making any stupid remarks until we figure this out. Got
it?”
TJ shrugged. “I’ll behave. I figure it might be kinda freaky to be told something like ‘Hey, didn’t
you know you’re a werewolf and, oh, by the way, you’re my mate. Oh, and there’s going to be a
challenge to the death next weekend for the leadership of our pack and I’m one of the headliners for
the match.’ I think telling it all upfront might be the easiest way.” He turned back and flipped the ham.
“Besides, there’s nowhere for her to run while we’re here. Gives you two time to work it out.”
For the second time in as many days, the door behind them slammed open and Robyn charged in,
her face red and her eyes blazing. She glared back forth between the two of them, her nostrils flaring
slightly.
For not knowing she was a wolf, she had the evil-eye thing down pretty good, Keil thought as a
shiver ran down his spine. He watched TJ struggle to keep his feet.
She surprised them by speaking. Her voice was gravelly and harsh but very powerful. Keil had
heard a few Alphas over the years and she ranked up there with the best of them.
“Who is my mate?”
Like a flash TJ pointed to Keil. “Crap, has she got my number. I hope she doesn’t tell me to go
jump off a bridge or something because I—”
Robyn stormed up and grabbed the pad of paper. Keil read over her shoulder as she wrote.
If you don’t want to be overheard don’t talk where a lip reader can see you.
Werewolf?
Mate.
Challenge. To death.
What the HELL are you talking about?
She pulled away from the table but stopped to add,
Where is my coffee? And it had better be
strong.
~*~
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