Contradiction of the Mutant wolf

Still clutching the bottle of vodka, she nodded. “That’ll work.”

Nicolai set it down. “I must go now.”

“I’m sure Richard will want to see you. Does he have your number?”

“Yes, don’t worry. I’ll contact him.”

“He went to the hardware store. I’m sure he’ll be back in thirty minutes or less if you want to wait. There is fresh brewed coffee or if you prefer tea.” She held onto the counter as if dizzy.

My alpha aura? No, you egotistical bastard, she’s recovering from an illness. Now close to her, he understood. Lisa’s immune system was weak as if it had just battled a fierce illness.

One more minute with her and he’d have no control over his moonstruck and now concerned wolf, who wished to cuddle her next to his warmth. If he bit her, she’d benefit from the special healing properties of his werewolf saliva. Compared to other alpha werewolves, Reinhardt discovered his saliva was exceptional in destroying dangerous microbes. Fool! “No. Thank you. I must go.”

Lisa’s eyes lit up as if she figured out he wanted to hold her in his arms until she healed and then ravish her once her health restored. “I’m no longer contagious. That is, if Richard told you.”

Huh? He wished he could tell her werewolves didn’t get human diseases with the exception of rabies, which killed them quickly. “No worries. Rest.”

“Will do. Richard will kill me if he knew I came down to answer the door.”

“Goodbye, Lisa.” He turned to tear himself from the beguiling attractive woman, and let himself out. Later, he’d call and invite Reinhardt to a nice restaurant. If the good doctor ever called him back.

As he closed the door, he heard the crash of the expensive bottle of vodka shattering on the floor.

“Lisa!”

Lisa lay on the soft leather sofa with a blanket over her and blinked. She stared at the mysterious exceptionally handsome hunk of a man who had come to see Richard. The towering dark-haired muscular Russian sat on the floor next to her. His massive hand held hers as if she were a sleeping princess and he the prince. Her heart pinged in pleasure. Traitor. She jerked her hand away and tried to sit. “What the hell?”

He gently pushed her back. “You fainted.”

Suddenly, she remembered everything. His unusual gift for her father and—the shattered glass. “Oh shit, I broke the bottle.”

“No worries. I’ll clean the mess.”

“I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for it.”

“Nonsense. You are sick. I should have not disturbed you.”

“How long was I out?”

“Not long, less than five minutes. Shall I bring you water?”

Lisa nodded. He had to be the most striking man she’d ever met. A handsome face, not a pretty boy without stubble, but the rugged façade of a warrior bent on conquering. The hot Russian had slicked back thick raven hair which enhanced his blue eyes, reminding her of the color of polar ice water. His rich deep Russian accent made her swoon, compelling her to tell him to stay and keep her company. In her travels, she’d met quite a few Russian medical staff, but none as delicious. If the Soviet Union still existed, she’d peg him as a KGB agent. A Russian James Bond who could seduce women and even men into revealing state secrets. At well over six foot five or six inches with broad shoulders, a man’s man, and a woman’s ideal caveman, he exuded raw testosterone.

A man who could go from gentleman to feral in a heartbeat. A predator. One who could bring down not just one mammoth, but the entire freakin’ herd. Yet, he obviously had vulnerabilities since her father had saved him. Richard travelled quite a bit, so he probably worked on him in Russia. Or had he? Richard had always been away from her and her mother. A workaholic father who missed her piano recitals, science fairs and so much more. What if he’d been a spy and stayed away to keep her safe? One of her childhood fantasies about why he abandoned her. Maybe this mysterious man was his colleague.

He returned with a glass of water for her. “Thank you.”

“I’ll leave now, but first call your father so he knows to come home.”

She drank half the glass. “No. I’m fine. I just won’t move until he returns.”

“Then I’ll wait.”

“Are you sure?”

“Being in the company of a lovely lady is not something I question.”

Swooning again. Damn, he’s just being polite. “Never mind. Richard must not have told you about me, but then again, he went to great efforts to keep my name out of the news.” Good old dad must have strong government connections. Only the CIA could cover up what happened.

“No, we haven’t spoken in months. I’ve been in Moscow for two weeks selling my penthouse. I’m moving to United States and wanted to make sure all was well with him.”

Penthouse. He must be one of those filthy rich Russian tycoons. The kind that bought real estate in Manhattan and London. No matter how rich, why would he want to leave Mother Russia? Maybe he fell in love with an American woman or had a business here. For some stupid reason, the idea he had a girlfriend or a wife bothered her. He didn’t wear a wedding ring, but some men never did or took it off when away from home. “For work or love?”

“Work.” He cocked his head. “Why would you have been on the news?”

His penetrating glance compelled her to open like a book and tell him everything, even after everyone had been sworn to secrecy about her case. “I’m a physician, and I work for Doctors without Borders. I was infected with Ebola in West Africa.”

His brows furrowed in concern. “The outbreak in Liberia?”

“Actually, I worked there, but that’s not where I contracted it. I flew to Nigeria with a team to help a small village battling Ebola. After three weeks, we pretty much had it contained. Who knew we would be in even greater danger? The Ta’addancin Dare came looking for young girls. They held the village hostage, murdered dozens, including some of our doctors and took our protective gear. They drove off with me and five preteen girls. I told them the girls had all been exposed and two began showing symptoms.” She snorted. “Thanks to some clean blood serum I had in my kit.”

“You made it look like they had Ebola?” His smile broadened as if pleased with her deception in fooling the terrorists.

“Yep. The girls might have been exposed, but we quarantined the symptomatic ones from the rest. We prevented the children from getting Ebola. I figured if I made them look sick, I could save their lives from a horrible fate. The Ta’addancin Dare militants got scared, especially when I started shivering from fever. Not faked. Apparently, I had contracted it earlier. They left us in the middle of nowhere to die. The girls wanted to help me, but I told them to stay away. They did. The army came in and found us. Fortunately, the girls remained free of Ebola. I was flown to Bethesda, Maryland and kept in their containment center. I almost died. Once I was no longer contagious, Richard had a rich buddy of his fly me back to Portland on a private plane until I could get back on my feet.”

“That explains Dr. Reinhardt’s absence,” he muttered.

“I didn’t know it at the time, but he’d actually flown to Africa after our rescue. The man who disappeared from my life after the divorce stayed at my side the entire time.”