Charlotte was human, and no way could she survive any attack from the people of his pack.#p#分页标题#e#
Micah ran the hot water and wondered if it would be best to call the search off. Would it be best to leave her to the human life she’d been part of for so long?
Staring at his reflection in the mirror over the sink, he prayed for some answers. Micah wished for some mystical force that could tell him what he needed to know.
Nothing materialized. He only had the thumping of his heart and the pulse of his cock whenever he thought about her to keep him company. No amount of jacking off or watching porn would appease his lust.
He slammed a fist against the glass, happy to see his reflection shatter. No amount of thinking or planning would take him away from the simple conclusion to his problem.
It was time to claim his mate.
Chapter Six
Charlotte heaved as the sickness consumed her. Three days out of the month her body was struck by uncontrollable shivers. She didn’t want to tell Greg how her pussy would burn for the touch of a man. She felt the humiliation at the fact it wasn’t her fiancé’s hand she wanted, but the hands of a stranger she craved. She spent many nights dreaming about a man with dark hair and gray eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. Charlotte had no idea who the man was who plagued her thoughts and dreams.
His face had begun to turn into a nightmare she couldn’t escape. She’d wake up and find herself fingering herself to ease the ache. Nothing she did could bring her to climax. Twenty-four, and she hadn’t orgasmed once in her life.
She thought about the letter from Kim suggesting she’d find the solution to her problem back in Rock Wood. Charlotte snorted. All she’d find in Rock Wood was her parents, who were more like strangers, and townsfolk who boarded up their windows as if wolves would try and get in. No. She was safer here with Greg. The fiancé she never saw.
Greg. She sighed. He’d be coming around soon, and she wasn’t ready for the badgering he’d give her. They’d met, and he’d wooed her. Three months later she’d moved to England and bought a place where she could live.
She was engaged but didn’t want to share accommodation with the man she was planning on spending the rest of her life with.
She flushed the toilet and then moved through her tiny apartment. She went straight to the kitchen. She needed her coffee hit. First thing in the morning, coffee gave her a good boost to the system. The caffeine also helped to stop the shakes. If she wasn’t a virgin, she’d think she was pregnant.
No baby, no sex, nothing. She wasn’t even sure she liked Greg. He always came across as being a little uptight. She rarely liked hearing him talk, which is one of the things that were baffling her. Why did she stay with him even though she couldn’t stand him half of the time?
Why then had she accepted his marriage proposal?
For the past few months, she’d had bouts of this sickness. A bug she couldn’t quite seem to drop for a few days of the month. She couldn’t tell Greg how her body came alive and her pussy creamed for a stranger who visited her dreams.
In fact, the last time Greg had popped around for dinner, he’d tried to get her to have sex with one hand against the breast and another aiming for her crotch. His skin on hers had sent her heading for the toilet to throw up.
No man could get close enough to her without her suffering the same illness. She was twenty-four and hadn’t had sex yet. Even at college, she’d kept to herself and studied rather than gone on dates.
Picking up the phone, she called the office where she worked as an assistant to a manager and told them she wouldn’t be able to make it today.
“Look, Charlotte, this is getting to be a little predictable. I think it’s time you made some decisions.”#p#分页标题#e#
“What are you trying to say?”
“We’re letting you go. Your visa will soon run out, and we think it’s best if you make a clean break.”
“But I’m getting married. I don’t understand.”
“I’m sorry, Charlotte,” her boss said and hung up.
Charlotte slammed the phone down and then stalked back to her kitchen. She pulled out the chocolate ice cream she kept for emergencies out of the freezer. Who cared if it was first thing in the morning? What the hell was she supposed to do now?
How could she marry a man whose touch repulsed her? How could she return to Rock Wood and face the sniggers from her old peers as she moved back into her parents’ house?
Someone knocked on her door. Charlotte cursed and turned the television up louder. She didn’t want to talk to anyone. For many reasons, least of all being she looked like crap.