He wasn’t even sure what time it was, but the entire pack would sleep late the next day. They’d drunk and heard the loyalty promised to them from every pack member until he’d been able to sneak his mate out of Freddie’s locanda. His cock had raged with need all the way home. Now, watching her look around his quiet and simple home, she found it lacking. He sensed her reaction, knew she wondered how the two of them would make a den out of his small one-room quarters. “A bachelor doesn’t need more than a place to crash after a hard run,” he told her, running his fingers over her long silky black hair. “We won’t be here long before we move into the home of the pack leader.” She was suddenly jittery and stepped away from his touch. “No.” She turned around quickly, surprising him with her sudden attentiveness. “I won’t have Juanita taken from her den. It’s all she’s known for forty years.” “She lives in the pack leader’s den. That is how it’s always been.
