Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,50

Even Kat the cat, sitting on the table by Connor, refused to glance up from the plate of tuna fish she was carefully nibbling on.

Everyone was ignoring Connor because this was the second time he’d asked the very same question. Then again, asking the same question over and over and expecting a different answer was a very Connor-like thing to do. Sort of like feeding a rescue cat tuna fish packed in sunflower oil because Kat was the only feline in existence that hated real cat food and refused to eat it.

Diego turned his attention back to the folder in front of him, going through every report the team had written over the past month, trying to find something they might have missed when it came to the bizarre incidents they’d been gone on recently. They’d been at it all morning and had nothing to show for it. But calling it quits wasn’t an option now that half of Dallas was officially losing its collective mind after word had gotten out that the three men who’d taken those hostages at the bank the other night were kids from a local college on the dean’s list who’d never so much as gotten a ticket for speeding. Pictures and tweets had been popping up all over social media ever since, friends and family swearing this wasn’t normal behavior for the trio. With the twenty-four-hour news cycle pushing it, Ernest Hobbs’s drug theory hadn’t just taken off. It had exploded. And Chief Leclair and her office were feeling the heat.

Which was why Diego and his pack mates were trapped under piles of paper in the conference room, looking for a connection between these latest suspects and the previous ones. Or at least an idea about where they might have picked up this new drug. If such a drug existed. Unfortunately, though Diego knew how important it was to find something—anything—to give the chief and her detectives a place to start, he was having one hell of a time focusing on the piece of paper in front of him.

The only thing he seemed able to think about was Bree and kissing her last night. Part of him was still kicking himself for leaving when he had instead of seeing where those kisses might have led. Because damn, did she taste delicious.

“Diego, are you reading that file?” Trey asked, jerking him out of his daydreams.

Diego gave himself a shake to see his pack mate regarding him with an amused expression. “I’m reading it,” he insisted as Connor and Hale—and even Kat—all lifted their heads to look his way. “Really.”

“Right.” Trey snorted. “That’s why you haven’t flipped a page in five minutes. It’s obvious your head is a million miles away. So, why don’t you tell us what’s up? It’s not like any of us are getting anything worthwhile accomplished right now anyway.”

Hale sat back in his chair, a knowing look on his face. “And before you try to say nothing’s up, I should probably point out that Bree’s scent is all over you.”

Diego had a hard time keeping the smile off his face. Even after the shower he took following physical training this morning, he still smelled like Bree. Not that he minded. He could have her scent on his skin all day, every day.

“Bree invited me over for dinner last night. It was”—his grin broadened—“amazing.”

Actually, that was an understatement. His date with Bree had been beyond anything he’d ever experienced. If he wasn’t so interested in maintaining his cool, calm alpha werewolf exterior in front of his pack mates, he’d be running around right now chest-thumping everyone in the greater Dallas metro area.

Around the table, his teammates were regarding him expectantly, obviously waiting for him to tell them about last night. Considering how many werewolves in the Pack had already found their soul mates, he’d think the rest would get tired of hearing about it, but from the eager expressions on his friends’ faces, he guessed not.

“Do you think she’s The One for you?”

The One. That one person supposedly out there that every werewolf was waiting to meet who would accept them for what they were. Up until a few years ago, they’d all thought it was a myth, an urban legend. Then Gage met his wife and they all started to believe that The One wasn’t a folk tale at all, but the real deal—and that gave all of them hope. Especially when the rest of their pack mates began meeting The One