Chapter 8

Derrick frowned as he listened to his mate pacing around in the bedroom upstairs. A week had passed since the bar had opened, and as usual, they closed at three o’clock. Instead of staying to clean with the rest of the Pack, he’d left Brock in charge, and hauled Lucy on home.

Home.

The word sounded right, but his animal was not feeling it yet. It could be a real home at long last, if only the sassy little feline would accept his claim already.

Fuck.

He was losing his mind. Yes, she had only known him for a couple of weeks, but his beast knew the second he’d seen her, she was his. It was driving his Wolf insane, being so close, and shoved in the corner. Her refusal to acknowledge they were fated to be together was breaking him.

Patience. Be patient. Be worthy of her.

It was difficult, but he had no choice. He needed her. Doubts assailed him whenever he got this bad, and even now he wondered if he could be wrong. Maybe Lucy didn’t feel the pull, the bond, not like he did.