Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

Bit to heal her? Kane had bitten her during hot sex. “So a normal werewolf’s bite doesn’t do that?”

“No. You will remain human.” Rachel chuckled. “I bet that’s a relief.”

“Yeah, I am happy to stay human.”

“Unfortunately, neither King Conan nor the council will approve your marriage.”

“We are more than married, we are mates.”

“Hey, I’m in your camp, but lycan society is profoundly different than ours.”

“Meaning no interspecies weddings?”

“There are exceptions, but you are not one of them.”

Probably because she couldn’t be turned. Gaby sighed. “Thanks for sharing.”

“Believe it or not, I’m still learning about their—our society.”

“How long have you been a werewolf?”

“Almost six months.” She snorted. “I’m a total newbie. Before that, I thought werewolves were only found in myths and Hollywood movies.”

“That must have been shocking, especially you being a doctor and all.”

“No kidding.” She glanced at her watch. “Anyway, I probably blabbed too much.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t share.”

“I trust you, even if I know next to nothing about you.”

“Will I ever get to see my husband?” She still wore the wedding band and, hopefully, so did he. Yet, would it soon be a meaningless trinket?

“Steele is an alpha and as such, he’s allowed to keep a human, but only as a pet.”

“You mean a mistress?” Or did she literally mean a pet?

“In a manner of speaking. If you were a Stallo woman, there might have been a chance, but even so, he’s a prince and duty bound to mate a royal alpha.”

“What do you mean a Stallo woman?”

“The werewolves’ ancestor was a wizard named Stallo. His daughter carried the DNA that allowed mating between a lycan and human. Mia, married to the pack enforcer, and I, are the only known Stallo women.”

“You tested a sample of my DNA?”

“We will, but not really necessary. Your blood type is AB negative, which is rare, but not the type Stallo women have.”

“Which is?”

“O-negative. But of those blood types only a rare number have the genetic Stallo marker.” Rachel took her phone out of her pocket and spoke, “She’s ready.” She put it away. “Cricket is on her way. I’ll leave you to dress.”

Rachel walked out and locked the door behind her.

Gaby looked up at the ceiling. Great! The friendly clinic now another prison. She dressed and waited. Where would Cricket take her? Hopefully, to see Kane, if only to say goodbye.

The door unlocked and the petite woman from yesterday entered. She sniffed, and then smiled. “Good morning, Gaby, I’ll take you to join our alpha, Rylee, for breakfast.”

“Will my…Kane be there?”