Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Everything she had seen was bad enough, and now, she was getting close to Graham. He didn’t like it, because he didn’t want to see her get hurt when the man did finally lose his shit and die. Also, he and his wolf didn’t like the thought of her being with any other male, which made absolutely no sense to him. He didn’t have a right or a claim to her.
He rubbed the back of his head and looked toward Graham. Rose had shown them all the photograph of who Graham claimed to be. At first, Rocco didn’t believe it, but then Enzo, being the pain in the ass he was, mentioned the eyes. The only thing that was the same with the picture of Graham and the man standing before them now, was his eyes. They hadn’t changed or been altered in any way. They were his one identifying asset.
“You don’t like it, do you?” Graham asked.
“No, I don’t.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I do think she is lovely company. She doesn’t look at me like she is waiting for me to die.”
This didn’t fill him with comfort. His wolf started to pace in his mind, and all he could think about was attacking him for even attempting to get close to his mate. Rose was his. And this also annoyed him as well, because he had rejected her.
At the same time, he’d not been able to ask her out on a date. Other than in passing, he’d barely spoken two words to her.
“She doesn’t want to believe what is going to happen, and I can’t blame her.”
“You’re just all shits and giggles, aren’t you?”
This made Rocco smile. “Trust me, I’m not getting my hopes up when it comes to you. I saw what happened to the last mess.”
He’d seen several men and women since then.
Rocco didn’t want to think of the sheer scale of men or women Milton could have infected. At first, he didn’t think it was possible, but now, with Elizabeth’s clarity, that scale could be in the thousands.
After they had over ten people come onto Poison Wolves’ territory, they had reached out to Elizabeth again. She had explained that if Milton saw between twenty and thirty different people a day, over the course of a five-day week, he was looking at one hundred and fifty people. That was only thirty people a day, which was a large number. Even still, Milton had several different veterinary outlets, and even at ten people per outlet, that made it more than thirty a day. Thirty a day, for five days, and then over a year, was seven thousand eight hundred people. Then of course, over time, that was just a potential crazy sum of people.
Right now, having only Graham was a shock, but a welcome one. Rocco knew it could and possibly would get worse.
“So, rather than talk about my upcoming timely demise, why don’t we talk about something even more important, how you’re going to fix things with your mate?”
“I’m not interested in this.”
“Ah, you might not be interested, but trust me, I do think it is important and worth talking about.”
Rocco was starting to get a headache, which was a miracle, as wolves rarely got them. Graham was starting to irritate him.
“You see, you broke Rose’s heart.”
Now this did make him tense up, and he looked at Graham.
“Aha, I have your attention.”
“I will kill you,” Rocco said.
“Nah, you’re not going to do that, because I have a feeling I have defied the odds of every infected person you’ve met, so I’m not going anywhere. Anyway, back to the main problem. Why did you reject Rose?”
“That is none of your business.”
“I know, but you have not spoken to anyone else about it, so why not talk to me?”
He thought about Draco and shook his head. “If I need to talk to anyone, I’ll talk to someone I know.”
“You know, she had this idea of what being with her mate would actually mean, and you failed big time.”
Rocco had gotten to his feet, not interested in listening to anything this guy had to say, but he had to go and pique his interest. He stepped toward the bars and wrapped his hands around each one.
They had all insisted on keeping their distance, in case their wolves triggered the human’s mutation, and it ended in disaster. In that moment, Rocco was more than happy to take his chances, because he didn’t want to listen to this shit for another second.
“What?”
“Ah, so you are interested in what your mate likes and is, well, you know, interested in.”
“What did Rose tell you?” he asked.
He would beat it out of the bastard if he didn’t speak.
Graham tutted. “I don’t like you being so close to my cage. I can feel a tingle.”