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Reluctantly His

Wolves of East Anglia

Author(s): Marisa Chenery

When Nika had emigrated from California to Norwich, England, to run a pub with her then British born boyfriend, she'd never expected him to leave her for another woman when the going got rough. Now gun shy when it comes to men, she's sworn off them for a while. Until a hunky man comes to the pub one night and asks if she's on the menu. Not ready to start a new relationship, she fights her attraction for him.

Garrick knows Nika is his mate when her scent stirs his wolf. Having never really cared if he found his mate or not, now that he's found her, he wants her as his. Trying to tell her he's an immortal werewolf warrior is something he wants to put off until she gets to know him better. Until Nika forces his hand when she tells him to reveal it or lose her. But telling her the truth may cause him to lose her anyway.

Publisher's Note: This was previously published.


Garrick slipped into a chair at a back table and scanned the pub. He’d had no luck hunting his prey tonight. Fenris’ werewolves appeared to be lying low, so he’d decided to stop by The Old Sow for a pint before he returned to the mansion. He hadn’t been inside the pub since the new owners had re-opened for business. He noted the newer paint on the walls and the updated décor. Definitely an improvement, and a lot less drab from what he remembered. Obviously, they’d done some upgrading in the hopes of attracting more customers, but it wasn’t even a quarter full. If tonight was indicative of the amount of business they normally did, he had to wonder how long the new owners would stick it out before they called it quits.

His gaze landed on the woman serving drinks behind the bar. He took in her long, light blonde hair that fell around her shoulders. She looked young, but compared to his well over a thousand years, all mortals were young. Garrick watched her for a few more seconds before turning to scan the rest of the pub, looking for a waiter or waitress. He was ready for a beer. Not seeing anyone else attending the few customers occupying a scattering of tables, he figured the blonde must work the taproom by herself.

Sure enough, after drawing a pint for another customer, she walked around the bar and headed toward him. Now able to view her head-on, he liked what he saw. She was more than pretty with her high cheekbones, small nose and full lips. Being a werewolf, he was able to see the color of her eyes from the distance that separated them. They were violet blue. He ran his gaze up and down her slim yet curvy build her tight blue jeans and form-fitting, gray t-shirt did nothing to hide. His grin grew bigger the closer she came. Would she be up to giving him a bit of fun before the night was over?

Once she reached his table and her scent washed over him, Garrick stiffened as his cock went instantly rock hard, straining against the zipper of his jeans. He drew in another lungful of her heady aroma and had to fight from going wolf, fisting his hands on the tabletop to stop his claws from breaking through the tips of his fingers. Inside him, his wolf threw back its head and howled with longing.

The woman smiled, and asked, “What can I get you to drink?”

The sound of her American accent had Garrick wanting to hear more of it, preferably as she called out his name while he pounded into her. His cock jerked inside his jeans as his gaze landed on her mouth, and he pictured her using it to suck him off.

“Hello? Do you want to order now or do you need a few more minutes?” she asked.

Garrick squeezed his hands tighter, feeling the tips of his claws just beneath the surface of his skin. He had to pull himself together before his eyes went wolf. “I’ll have an ale,” he managed to say stiffly.

She nodded, then turned to walk back toward the bar. He followed her with his gaze. By Tiw, the Sky Father, he was lost. Having watched two of his brothers-in-arms, Raed and Algar, find their mates, Garrick knew the signs. And having a woman’s scent stir his wolf was the first. The blonde had to be the one woman meant for him.

He didn’t know how he felt about that. The idea of him finding his mate had left him kind of blasé about the whole thing. Garrick enjoyed women, but he’d just never had the urge to want one bad enough to not let her go. He had his fun while it lasted, then walked away when it ended. With a mate, there would be no walking away—ever.

The blonde returned to his table carrying his pint of ale. After she placed it in front of him, Garrick fished out enough pound notes from his front jeans pocket to pay for it and handed them to her.

Before she walked away, he said, “Your boss should hire you another pair of hands to help. I noticed you’re working the bar and serving the tables.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “I am the boss. I own the pub. I’d love to have more wait staff, but for now you’ll just have to put up with me.”

“I didn’t realize an American had bought the pub. What part of the States are you from?”

“California. Sacramento, to be exact, but I call Norwich my home now. If you want another pint, just wave me over.”

She went to walk away, but Garrick stopped her once again, wanting to keep her near. “What’s your name?”


“I’m Garrick.”

He stuck out his hand and waited for Nika to take it. When she did, he closed his hand around hers, skimming his fingers over her soft skin. Touching her made him want to yank her onto his lap and see if her lips were as kissable as they looked.

As if she’d seen something in his expression that clued her in to what he was thinking, Nika tugged at her hand until he released it and took a step away from the table. Garrick didn’t miss the slight flush of her cheeks or the deep breath she took.

“It was nice meeting you, Garrick,” she said. “But I really should get back to the bar.”

Nika turned and wove her way around the tables to the bar at the other end of the room. Garrick picked up his pint of ale and took a sip. He watched her, following every move she made. As if she sensed his gaze, she looked his way every once in a while.

Garrick sat there, nursing his beer, until the rest of the customers slowly left, leaving him alone, sitting in the taproom. Knowing what Nika would be to him, he was reluctant to leave the pub and her. By now, he’d memorized every single one of her features, and her scent had burned itself into his brain. He wanted—no, he hungered for—one taste of her before he left her for the night.

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-92785-919-3
Genre: Paranormal
Date Published: 11/13/2013
Publisher: Forever More Publishing

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