7
Sedona
Three a.m., my alarm goes off. I’m up, out of bed and dragging out my small purple rolly-suitcase. The same one I’d taken to San Carlos just over a week ago. A lifetime ago.
If I were smart, I’d go to the bank and drain my accounts to take cash, but there’s no time. I found a flight to Paris at quarter to seven, and I plan to be on it. I need to get out of town, out of the country, now.
You should be free to make your choices, he told me. Yeah, right. He may believe that in theory, but the minute Carlos finds out I’m carrying his pup, I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t drag me back to the dungeon cell himself. He won’t be able to help himself. Just like he couldn’t keep from marking me. Alpha wolves are dominant wolves. Possessive. Controlling. Even domineering.
“He has no claim on
