Connor stepped out of the shower and dried off with the towel she had left… the angel with the red hair. He’d followed her scent and found her cabin. It hadn’t been easy with the pack at his heels, but he’d managed.

The alpha had attacked him, leaving angry claw marks down his back and arms. Connor assessed the damage in the mirror. It would heal, but it would take a few days. He traced one of the angry welts and winced.

He’d defied the packs orders by trying to find the woman who had dominated his mind and senses for the past several weeks. He’d run across her scent near one of the hiking trails and had known instantly that she belonged to him.

Marcus had plans for Connor, plans that didn’t include the angel on the other side of the door. The pack’s alpha wanted Connor to mate with a female in the pack – the alpha’s sister. While it was an honor, Connor knew he didn’t belong with anyone other than his true mate. His immediate attraction to the redhead couldn’t be denied.

Toweling off, he put on the clothes his rescuer had laid out for him. The t-shirt hugged his chest and biceps, but the material was soft and comfortable. Taking a breath, he braced himself to face her. He knew without a doubt who she was – not her name, but who she was to him. His mate, his life, his soul… and he had precious little time to convince her of that. His very life depended on it, and so did hers. He’d brought danger to her door, but it couldn’t be helped.

Opening the door, he stepped into the hall and slowly walked to the living room. His eyes immediately sought her out. She was curled up in a chair, staring at him with the most amazing green eyes. Eyes that were full of curiosity, lust, and a tinge of fear. He couldn’t blame her. She was a woman alone out in the woods. She had every right to fear him; he was easily twice her size.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “You didn’t have to help me.”

Celeste nodded. “I’m afraid I don’t have an extra bed,” she said with a blush, “but you can sleep on the couch if you’d like.”

Connor glanced at the couch in question and hoped he didn’t wince. It looked comfortable enough – if you were a midget.

Celeste let her eyes travel his body from to toe and back again. “Then again, I’ll take the couch and you can have the bed. I don’t think you’ll fit.”

He gave her a smirk that said he would certainly fit somewhere, and the couch wasn’t what he had in mind.

A blush stole across her cheeks. “I meant you wouldn’t fit on the couch.”