Fated To My Sister's Widowed Mate

e a sip of a drink, no one moved a muscle. Swallowing hard, sh

her teeth, lifted her glass of water, and took another swig, hoping she wouldn’t inadvertently choke

r and handed him an empty glass. If Kiran wanted

n it came to their territory, and no one, especially women, upstaged the

t, unless another lupus garou was t

sn’t a gray. What’s worse, she looked like his dead mate. On t

jerked the glass off the counter and headed to where Jake and Tom sat. He forced Tom to move t

she was certain he could smell her fear. She told herself she wasn’t afraid of him, but

d. What the hell, let him think she was too af

in short shorts and a turtleneck shirt, with leather boots mid-thi

four men seated at the bar sa

xpression. Silva’s gaze shifted and she spied Kiran nearby. Bending over the bar to give the guys a better look at her

owd tonight, Silva. Why don’t you se

r. “Need a refill. Looks like t

out of the limelight, Li

ke the word has gotten out to some far-reaching places. Gue

on the counter. “Take care of th

t you pay me for.” Swinging her hips, she carried the beer to Kiran’s table, a

, just leaned back in his c

eaded for Lisa’s table. “Ne

margaritas?” Lisa spoke low

the men at the bar chuckled. Sam smile

got fancy drinks for an out-of-towner? Like a margarita?” Sh

chuckle

anything the litt

ight. Five-four, and the size of a r

ke, Miss…?” Silva asked, drawi

s, than

ned mouse. Used to being around her own kind, she’d never felt intimidated—much. Having earned double black belts in jujitsu and kung fu helped boost her confid

wearing a ton of fancy human perfumes, and of course the stench from the fresh dye job—although Lisa had washed her hair in strawberry shampoo tryi

a straightened her back. “Ma

d up. “Wouldn’t want the lady to think

nd one’s on m

uch of a beta wolf as he appeared, he probably wouldn’t say anything to tick Kiran off

in would have blustered all over the tavern in Kiran’s place. Proving he was the pack leader and no one would disobey him, Bruin would have taken her to task immediat

had to figure Silva had discovered something about her. Silva seemed amused Lisa was a re

?” Silva’s tone was much more

dden frog in her throat

eyes had widened, and he was staring at Lisa. Shit. Her voice must have soun

n’s and among the grays at the bar while Sam whipped up L

scenario repeated itself until the place was crowded and noisy. But no one dared sit at her table. Thank god. The more important conversations were conducted low so she couldn’t

nd the place had grown so warm, she shrugged out of her jacket. Big mistak

margarita for Lisa, although she int

real affection. Standing nearly five-foot-ten, in h

d, probably thinking Lisa meant to leave, snubbing he

up slightly. “Back that way.

ladies’ room, until everyone acted so interested in her. With her shoulders straight back, he

t even Joe this time, which would be typical. Until their pack leader made her welcome, most would look her over, but wouldn’t ma

e women glowered at her as if they wished her dead. Had any

ntering a stall, she heard the outer door squeak open. Her sk

ons slightly amused in a sinister manner. All brown-haired, around mid-twenties lik

ad never considered anyone would think she’d be interested in pursuing the pack’s

floor. Her amber eyes narrowed, she took in a deep breath—trying to smell who or what Lisa was—and curled her orange-painted lips up in a nast

ice send-off?” the shortest one asked, st

ed past her to

r than the other two, she would make a hefty wolf and hard to beat if she craved being Kiran’s bitch and fought the others to have that role. But

t taking care of a little family bu

ing space, “We know who you are, and you can’t have him, Red. You know what hap

attempted to wash her hands

e and the leather strap bit into Lis

Angelina, when she’s wearing thi

off her hands and bit back the feral part of her wolf nature clawi

h leading the other on, escalating the situation. Lisa clenched her teeth against re

f Lisa’s hair and yanked hard. “Guys

d slowly to ten, hoping to avoid physical contact, but

Ritka said with a sharp laugh and

in the throat, then swung around and slammed her fist into Ritka’s eye. While they were choking

asked for