"Mary Janice Davidson - Wyndham Werewolves 01 - Love's Prisoner" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

He grinned. It was marvelous, to find his mate. And in such a strange way! His father had tried to tell
him, but Michael had never believed, had always figured one female was as the next. But he had found
his mate through purest luck and, best of all, most wonderful of all, she was an extraordinary human! And
homo lupus , unlikehomo sapiens , mated for life.

Now to persuade Jeannie, who thought her future husband was nuttier than a granola bar.

Derik and Jon got out of the car and the three of them examined the apartment building before them.
Minimum security—not that that would be a problem for three werewolves in their prime—and a
pleasing location, right on the lake, with a park across the street. Best of all, less than a four hour drive
from the Wyndham estate.

"Remember," he told his men. Derik and Jonathan were his closest friends, his fiercest protectors. "She
was scared to death. I forced her, and she had to assume I died. She'll be terrified when she recognizes
me."

"If she recognizes you," Derik reminded him. He was as blonde and fair as Michael was dark. "Her eyes
aren't as good as yours. It was probably pitch dark in the elevator to her."

"If she recognizes me," Michael agreed. "I'm just reminding you, you'll need—"

"Patience," Derik and Jon echoed, then laughed at him. Michael rolled his eyes and cuffed Jon in the
back of the head.

"It's true," he said, "I might be repeating myself."

"Quit fretting, Michael," Derik said. "We'll not muss your mate."

"Do you think she's pregnant?" Jon asked with hopeful curiosity. He was a curly-haired redhead with
boyish features. He looked all of sixteen, and was twice that. "The pack has been after you for a long
time to mate and provide an heir. It would be wonderful if she—"
 "Was pregnant and happy to see our pack leader, and embraced our lifestyle with open arms, and
settled into the pack as if she was born to it?" Derik shook his head at his friends. "None of this is going
to be easy, for her or for us. Better that she not be pregnant. Then Michael can let her go."

"Enough," Michael said sharply. Let her go? Let that witty, beautiful, sensual woman go? In his dreams,
his ears still rang with her cries of ecstasy. Let her go?

Moot, he comforted himself. She was surely pregnant. Her scent had been all sweet ripeness, like a
bursting peach. And beneath him, she had felt—

"Excuse me, O mighty king of the werewolves," Derik said dryly, "but you're about to walk into that
pillar."

"I am not," he said, swerving at the last moment. He grinned at his friends, who rolled their eyes. Jon had
taken a mate last year, and thus knew exactly what his pack leader was going through. Derik had not,
and thus thought his leader was being foolishly sentimental.

"She was scared," he said aloud, remembering, "but she never showed it."