Shifted Fate by Alicia S.Rivers

Is a mistake from the Moon Goddess 409

Chapter 409

But Megan ignored him. He stood and crowded the bars, drawing in more air and her scent. "Fuck." Then he turned and spun away. "I'll be back with your next meal." He walked to the door, grabbed a tray he had left there, and came back. He pushed the food through the tray slot at the bottom of the door.

Megan popped up. She walked over slowly, watching Vince. She stopped short of his hands. Then she pawed the food tray the rest

of the way to her.

We walked Vince's eyes almost completely disappear into his pupils before his wolf took over. His eyes flashed to a soft chocolate brown, and there was a deep rumbling in his chest. "You smell good.'

Megan rolled her eyes and sniffed the food. Each item had to be sniffed, tasted and then we had to wait for any reactions. But as soon as Megan sniffed the meat, she pulled back and swatted the tray against the bars.

Vince's wolf watched her, and then he smirked. "Smart girl. Most don't notice the silver." Megan let out a low growl before she turned her back on him. He growled back. "You can pretend you don't find me to be a threat, but I know the truth."

She just flicked her tail, hopped back onto the bed, and closed her eyes.

Vince, or his wolf, watched us for a while longer before he stormed out of the building. The guard watching to door returned

about five minutes after he had left. He was panting and had a half-eaten sandwich in his hand. 1

He settled into the chair and grumbled. "He tells me to go have a fucking break and then screams at me for eating. The fuck did he

expect me to do?"

the food that Vince brought her. She straight up ignored him every time he came in. The only thing she

the third day, he was actually drooling.

as close as

her back to him. Then

some water. Megan heard a

realized it was frozen Vince. His eyes were hooded and glazed.

he panted in her scent and

command her, but the words rolled off her back. He

and

shook her head slowly. "Did you

"Your scent is making it

"So you are blaming me for going into heat?" She rolled her

the bed. She walked to the bars. "If you don't like the smell, let me go." She sat on her butt and glared

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don't want you

"It's not like you like

His face went through the seven stages of grief. Then he settled on anger. "Stop fucking moving it around." He threw the cup down the

on

fucking blaming me? You fucking brought

saw things you shouldn't of. And if he fucking finds out, we