A Primal Passion - A Night's Mate| Book One

Chapter Two- In a Fit of Passion

Sinclair was in shock as the little female began to weep into her hands. Tears dropped down her pale cheeks that were now flushed with emotion. He didn't know what to do other than pull the weeping female into his arms.

"What ales you woman?" He asked with confusion. "Are you injured?"

She tried to push him away but Sinclair did not allow it and this only made her cry out even louder. Panicked that she was in pain he lifted her under her arms and inspected her body for injury.

"I-I'm not hurt!" She cried out and he froze.

"Why are you crying now?" He asked almost with irritation and cocked his head.

"I d-don't want to live with you!" She wept, "I-I want my dad!"

Sinclair sighed and cradled the girl in his arms like she was a babe. She didn't shove him this time, an improvement he assumed, but she didn't stop crying. Instead he just rocked her lightly. Eventually her crying subsided and Sinclair looked down to see she was sleeping.

He would have his hands extremely full with this female.

Lying her down in his bed he tucked the bundle up tightly before studying her features. She had delicate features, a small button nose and high cheekbones. Her lips were plump and pink and the lower lip was larger than her upper giving her mouth a natural pout.

Thick, dark lashes casted shadows down her cheeks. Sinclair knew when she opened those eye two brilliant blue orbs would be gazing up at him. Her skin was so smooth and flawless with very little to no blemishes anywhere. Her hair was the color of snow, just a hint of pigment to vary it from the color white.

Sinclair froze when she sighed and adjusted herself on the bed comfortably. She was tiny, he was able to wrap his index finger and thumb completely around her tiny wrist and overlap a good measure. She looked so breakable, so frail and thin.

But her breasts, goddess her breasts. The curves on his petite mate were enough to bring him to his knees. Her hips flared out from her tiny waist. Her amble breasts were full, he longed to grope those full mounds.

Sinclair's border-line stalker staring was interrupted by his phone ringing. He growled irritably and moved away from his little doe to answer it.

"What?" He barked over the line and tried to reign in his irritation.

"Little bird flew in today," The familiar voice of Sinclair's Beta, Boone, chuckled over the line. "Says the big bad wolf caught himself a little Bambi."

"Aye," Sinclair said and ran his claw down her cheek soft cheek. "I've got myself a wee lassie. A human."

"Human?" The man sounded shocked, "Alpha that means..."

"I'll find a way to keep this bonnie lass forever." He firmly stated clutched the phone tightly. "Send some men to look for her father, Edward Elliots. Send his name out in hospitals, clinics. Also search for a medial prescription for iron tablets for Josephine Elliots."

"She anemic?" Boone asked and Sinclair growled lightly at her weakness. Any weakness was too much. He needed his female healthy at all times everyday for eternity. Was that so much to ask?

"Aye, and has been a day or two without her supplements. Get back to me on that as soon as you can." He said and Boone agreed.

"We'll be arrivin' home tomorrow around dusk. I want a feast for my female, she's too thin." Sinclair huffed as he closed the door behind him and entered the living area of the apartment.

"Consider it done."

"What is the status of the Rogue Pack?" Sinclair asked Boone sighed angrily.