My Healer (Bewitched and Bewildered Book 3)(6)

By: Alanea Alder


"Do you have any ID?" she asked.

He scowled. "Do you mean the official Lycaonia ID that states I'm a wolf-shifter from a secret paranormal city? No, I left that in my other pair of pants."

"You don't have to be snarky about it," she admonished.

He squinted, trying to see if she was kidding. He could see the outline of her body, but not much else. "You're going to have to trust me. I'm going to get in my car and drive to the Alpha estate where you'll meet with the Unit Commander. He's in charge of placing you in a safe house. I suggest you pay attention, the turn off is well hidden." Without waiting for a reply, he turned and got into the car. Grumbling he fastened his seatbelt. "Pain in the ass woman."

When he began to pull away, he noticed that she stayed right on his ass. He thought about tapping his brakes but didn't feel like explaining to Aiden why the SUV needed repair work, not when Aiden's own car was still being rebuilt after his mate torched it. Smiling at that particular memory, he cranked up his iPod. His compilation of songs from Supernatural blared inside the SUV. As soon as they got to the estate, he would drop the crazy woman in Aiden's lap and go watch reruns until he passed out. He was always surprised at how much they got right.

When they arrived at the estate, he couldn't help himself, he slammed on the brakes, bringing the SUV to a screeching halt. Sure enough, the car behind him hit the back of his car. Since they weren't going very fast by then, there wasn't a lot of damage.

Shouldn't have been following so closely.

Smirking he grabbed his iPod and got out of the car. He was making his way to the front door when he heard an angry woman's voice behind him.

"What in the hell was that?" she demanded.

Turning he watched as the woman fought with her seatbelt that was still wrapped around one arm. In a fit of anger, she threw it to one side and slammed the car door. She marched towards him, and as she got closer, Colton felt his stomach drop. He knew her. She had the same heart shaped face framed by sun kissed light brown hair as the woman in his dreams. Her eyes were a perfect mixture of blue and grey. He had only ever seen those eyes anxious, sympathetic or afraid, but never pissed. She was just as beautiful in life as she had been in his dreams.

She stomped up the porch stairs and began poking him in the chest.

"What kind of immature stunt was that? I have had one of the worst nights of my life and you pull this shit? You're lucky my brothers aren't here they would ..."

He watched as she stopped and realized what she said. Tears filled her eyes, at the mention of her family, though her expression remained defiant. With a shaking hand, he reached out and cupped her face.

"Thank the Gods," he whispered. He couldn't keep the tremor out of his voice.

She looked puzzled at first and then her eyes widened.

"You're the voice from my dream, aren't you? They said that the voice might belong to my mate," she whispered, and stood stock-still.

He nodded before pulling her close, he simply held her against him.

She pushed against his chest with both hands and stepped back. "You weren't an asshole in my dreams," she said bluntly.

He grinned. She was spunky. "And you weren't a prickly bitch in my dreams either."

Her mouth dropped and she just stared at him. Seconds went by before she began to smile. "I can't believe you said that. Aren't you going to try to woo me or sweep me off my feet?"

He shrugged. "Something tells me you're not the type of woman that wants to be swept off her feet. In fact, I'm willing to put money on the fact you're the type of woman that likes to be in charge."

She winced. "Actually, yeah." She squinted up at him. "And you're okay with that? Most men like meek women."

He gave her his most wolfish grin. He was pleased, when he saw her eyes widen at his expression. "I don't have to be in charge, but that doesn't mean I'm not dominant." He leaned in and buried his nose where her neck and shoulder met. He inhaled deeply, shuddering at her scent. He bit down lightly and heard her gasp. Almost instantly, he could smell her arousal. "Just because I'm not always in charge, doesn't mean I'm not an Alpha," he whispered, letting his lips dance on her skin.

"Colton let the poor woman get some air," Aiden boomed behind him.

Colton stepped back and turned to face his childhood friend standing in the open doorway. The look on his face must have been impressive because Aiden swallowed visibly. The rest of his unit stood next to Aiden in the foyer, smiling at him.

"She's your mate, isn't she?" Aiden asked.

Colton nodded. "Yes, she is." He turned to the woman. "This is Aiden McKenize, the Unit Commander. Aiden this is ..." He stopped. "What is your name anyway?"