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Will his love be enough to keep her safe?
Julie doesn't know what to think when the man she's had a crush on her entire life---a man she thinks is meant to be her sister's mate---starts flirting with her after she returns home from college. The harder she tries to distance herself, the harder he works to win her over. He cant't want to mate with her ... a freak born a full human among shifters. So why won't he accept her rejection?
Brendan's waited years for Julie's return. Now that she's finally home, there's nothing to keep him from her ... not even her three alpha wolf brothers. But he's not the only one after Julie. Something is stalking her, and Brendan's protective instincts toward her kick in, but at what cost?
When the unthinkable happens, will Julie and Brendan's love give them the strength they need to persevere?
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"Why did you kiss me today?"
"I thought that was pretty obvious." Taking one hand off the wheel, he threaded his fingers through hers. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her staring at their linked hands.
"Brendan, you're a great guy..."
"Oh please. Don't tell me you're giving me the 'you're a great guy' breakup speech." Throwing her one of his most charming smiles, he told her without words that he wasn't going anywhere. Nothing she said would change his mind.
Brendan found her huff of frustration utterly adorable. Then again, he found everything about her adorable.
"What breakup? We aren't together, so there is nothing to break up. And it would never work between us." Ignoring her words, Brendan picked up their linked hands and brought them to his lips. Julie was running scared. But he held enough patience and stamina to outrun her. He was a wolf, after all.
The Wolf Within
9781616503369
Copyright © 2011, Sondrae Bennett
Edited by Allison Lee
Book design by Lyrical Press, Inc.
Cover Art by Renee Rocco
First Lyrical Press, Inc. electronic publication: November, 2011
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For Carolyn, the sister of my heart. We may not be related by blood, but we are sisters in every way that counts.
Brendan stopped dead in his tracks, the rabbit he hunted no longer of interest to him. He lifted his head in the air and sniffed. A familiar scent floated on the breeze, wrapping around him. He knew that scent. Julie. Throwing back his head, his wolf howled in triumph. Finally, she was home, and now nothing would hold him back from claiming her.
Watching her go off to college, to leave him, had been one of the hardest things he'd ever done. But he'd been patient---
not even confessing his intentions before she'd left, knowing how much her education meant to her. His tightly-strung control had almost snapped when she'd come home last Christmas, smelling of some frat boy. A growl rumbled low in his throat at the memory. It had to have been the worst Christmas in history as he worried whether or not he'd lose her. Somehow he'd mustered his iron control and stayed as far away from the Callahan family as possible.
In retrospect he was glad he had waited. Now Julie was back, her clean, strawberry scent drawing him to her like a moth to a flame.
He loped through the woods, his paws pounding the ground, crunching dried leaves and sticks beneath him in his haste. Her name formed a constant mantra in his head.
She wouldn't recognize him in his wolf form. Being human, she wouldn't be able to smell or sense the differences between the wolves in the town. Still, the need to see her drove him forward.
Breaking free of the woods, he caught sight of her mint green Escape turning into her parents' driveway. He stared at Julie as she drove past, her backseat and trunk packed to the top, evidence that her life away from Alpine Woods was finished. This time, he planned to keep her close.
He hurried around the corner of the house, desperate for more than just a glimpse, but pulled up short as he saw Julie exiting the car. This wasn't the carefree girl he remembered.
She was as beautiful as always, her long, wavy tresses tucked behind one ear as she stared at the house she'd grown up in. But defeat and resignation lined every angle of her posture. He watched as she closed her eyes, lifting them to the sky. A breeze rustled through her hair, sweeping the locks away from her face. A smile curled her lips as she lowered her head.
Brendan paused, taking a small step back as his mind grappled with the change. If he hadn't seen the sadness surrounding her before, he never would've believed anything was wrong. Her eyes were bright, and she looked like someone without a care in the world.
Loping back into the woods, he cast one last glance at the woman destined to be his mate. He'd have to tread with care until he figured out what bothered her. He would find out. But first, he needed to integrate himself back into her life. And make sure other men stayed away. Julie was his.
A movement out of the corner of her eye drew Julie's gaze to a beautiful gray timber wolf running into the forest.
Nothing new in Alpine Woods, considering the town was inhabited by a substantial wolf shifter pack. The wolf was too far away for her to make out any defining markings, but somehow she knew it was Brendan.
A small pang shot through her as she watched him run away, but she squashed it. There was no use longing for things that would never be hers.
Squaring her shoulders, Julie walked up the path to her parents' front door. It had been a long drive, and a longer few months leading up to graduation. She hadn't bothered staying for the ceremony, something her parents and siblings had pushed for. They hadn't understood her rush to leave after her exams. They had wanted to watch her receive her diploma. Hell, she wanted that too and had worked hard to achieve it.
Julie had no desire to explain her reasons, which had resulted in some very tense phone calls. But watching George---the boyfriend she'd caught having sex with another woman---give a speech at graduation was more than Julie could take at the moment. So she'd gathered the tattered remains of her pride and put her foot down, insisting on coming home.
It was bad enough having to watch some of her siblings find their mates and pair off. They didn't need to see how pathetic she was. How she couldn't even keep her boyfriend from cheating.
Julie stopped a few paces from the front door and closed her eyes, chastising herself and trying to banish the resentment. She was happy for her brothers, thrilled they'd found women to spend their lives with. But it was difficult watching her siblings with their mates, knowing she would never have the same level of connection they shared.
Knowing she was the only one in her family who would never feel that particular closeness, that ultimate love and complete trust with someone.
She took a breath, reminding herself she'd come to terms with being born human a long time ago. She'd been forced to face it every time her dad had uttered his favorite phrase, Why would I want normal when I could have remarkable? It was something he'd say whenever he'd recall how he and Julie's mother had met, or rather, when she'd showed him her wolf form. Julie knew he'd meant it as a lesson for her brothers and sister. But the knowledge didn't stop the pang from hitting her heart every time he'd told the story. As a human, she wasn't remarkable.
Pasting a cheery smile on her face, Julie continued up the pathway. Just because she didn't have a mate didn't mean she would end up alone. One of the main reasons she had gone away to college had been to spread her wings. Julie blew out a breath on a laugh. Who was she kidding? She'd gone to college to meet men who didn't know about life here in Alpine Woods. To meet someone who wouldn't judge her for being full human.
Julie had realized at an early age that dating wouldn't be a part of her life here. The boys in school had always stayed far away from the human girl with three alpha wolf brothers and one alpha wolf sister. Although, it had kept the bullies away as well, so it wasn't without benefits.
"Hey guys, I'm home," she called, setting her purse next to the door.
Julie glanced around the silent house. Where was everyone? Even her two family labs were missing. She'd told her parents she was coming home today. She figured everyone would be here to welcome her back. They had wanted to throw a party, but Julie had declined, knowing her brother, Jason, and his mate, Samantha, were busy planning their summer wedding.
"Hello, anybody home?" Julie tried once again, walking into the kitchen.
"Surprise!"
Her whole family was crammed into the room, her father struggling to hold back the wiggling dogs in their desire to reach her. Julie kneeled and opened her arms, inviting them to pounce. She knew they'd calm down once they got their pets and licks.
"We know you said you didn't want a party, but we figured a small one with just the family didn't count." Her brother, Ethan, ambled over to help her rise and kissed her cheek.
Julie smiled. She knew they couldn't resist doing something.
"Thanks, guys. A family dinner sounds perfect."
It was all the urging her mother needed. Judith swept her daughter in a fierce hug, her familiar scent surrounding Julie like a warm blanket. Home. Finally. Her arms circled her mother's waist, clinging to her as she closed her eyes. She needed this more than she'd realized.
Judith pulled away but kept her arms around her daughter and looked down at her. Confusion and worry reflected in her eyes as she pushed a strand of hair behind Julie's ear.
"You all right, sweetie?"
"Fine, Mom. Just tired from the drive," Julie lied. "It's good to be home." That much was true. It was good to be home.
She needed some time to get over her failed relationship.
Once she licked her wounds, so to speak, she'd try dating again, even if she had to go online and travel a bit to meet someone. But for now, she just wanted to get her head on straight.
"Smells delicious," Julie exclaimed as they moved outside where a veritable feast waited.
"Only the best for my college graduate. We're so proud of you, honey," her mother said, ushering her toward the table.
Julie felt her face heat. She'd never been comfortable being the center of attention. "I cooked your favorites. And after dinner we have cake and presents."
"Aw, guys, you didn't have to do all this."
"Of course we did. It's a special day, so sit back and enjoy it," Gwen, Ethan's mate, said. A smile lit her face, and Julie answered with one of her own. She'd met her brothers' mates only once when she'd visited home during spring break, but from everything she'd seen and heard, they were perfect matches for her brothers.
Julie sat next to Danny, her last unmated brother. Of all her siblings, she was closest to him. Being the two youngest and separated by a few years from their three older siblings, they'd always had a special connection.
"It's good to have you back, squirt." Danny bumped his shoulder against hers as Jetson, one of the black labs, pushed his nose against her leg under the table, begging for scraps.
Julie reached down and scratched his ear as the conversation buzzed around her. Later she would worry about moving into her studio and catching up at work. Right now it was nice to feel a part of something again. For a while, she would pretend she wasn't the odd one out. Pretend she was like everyone else.
Julie laughed as she unwrapped Ethan's gift of College-opoly and a "grow your own diploma" packet.
"Now whenever you miss college, you can play Monopoly and stick that little diploma in water. Just like the real thing."
Gwen socked her mate on the arm as the rest of the family laughed.
"Here, this is from Jason and me." Samantha handed Julie a pink and purple wrapped gift.
Julie tore off the paper and gasped at the sight of the delicate silver chain with a diploma charm hanging from the end.
"If you don't like it, we can return it and get you something else. Jason mentioned you didn't have a charm bracelet. I thought this was the perfect occasion to start one for all the important events in your life," Samantha rambled as Julie stared at the small charm.
"It's beautiful." She smiled at Samantha's anxious face.
"Absolutely beautiful. I love it." Samantha's answering smile lit up the room, her satisfaction in bringing Julie pleasure obvious. Evidence of the caring nature and kind heart her brother needed in a life mate. His wolf had chosen well. If only she had a guide to help her in matters of the heart, she never would've gotten involved with her selfish ex.
The doorbell interrupted her wayward thoughts. She looked over, and a spark of desire shot through her system as Laurie moved to the door. Even before it opened, she knew Brendan stood on the other side.
Julie stared at the pane, desperate to see him again. She knew he wasn't meant for her, but even as a little girl with pigtails she'd been fascinated by him. Despite her best efforts to move on, her childhood crush had grown with time. At college, everyone she'd met had paled in comparison.
Julie clutched the charm bracelet as Brendan came into view. He was more attractive than she'd remembered, which she hadn't thought possible. Her hands twitched, the craving to run them through his short but thick dark brown hair made her stomach clench. His smile didn't seem to reach his eyes until his gaze met hers across the room.
"Jules. I thought I saw you come into town earlier. I wanted to come by and drop this off." Julie didn't know what to say as he handed her a jewelry box-sized package.
Brendan had always been close to her family, having been a friend of Laurie's since elementary school. She'd always suspected the two of them were mates, and couldn't understand why they hadn't claimed each other yet.
Her stomach, having flown moments before when Brendan had handed her the gift, dropped. He probably thought of her as a little sister, which was the last place she wanted to be with him.
Brendan narrowed his eyes as he stared at Julie.
Something wasn't right. Her face had glowed with surprised pleasure as he'd handed her the gift. But soon after, he'd watched her pleasure dim and her posture stiffen. What could possibly be going through his mate's head?
"You know the gift is actually inside the pretty silver paper," Brendan joked, careful to keep his tone light. His wolf, sensing his mate's distress, wanted to back her into a corner and snarl at everyone in the room. No one would stand between her and happiness.
Julie's gaze shot to his before she laughed her discomfort away. Once again a mask slid into place. The carefree, happy girl he'd grown up with stood in front of him.
Brendan almost stepped back in shock. Questions whirled through his mind. How long had she been unhappy? How long had she hidden whatever internal torment she suffered from?
And why had he never sensed it before?
"You didn't have to get me anything, you know. It was sweet of you but unnecessary." Julie rambled as she untied the ribbon and peeled the silver paper away from the box.
Her words ended on a gasp as she opened the black velvet jewelry case and revealed a small wolf medallion hanging from a necklace chain.
"I put it on a chain, but Jason mentioned they were getting you a charm bracelet so you can always have it attached if you want."
He didn't mention the trouble he'd gone through to get one crafted to his specifications. Little though it was, he wanted something that resembled his wolf. He knew he couldn't claim her immediately, but the need to mark her even in such a small way had been too strong to resist.
"Here, let me," he said as Julie lifted the chain from the box. She swept her hair to the side as he moved behind her to fasten it around her neck. The urge to place a kiss on her nape just below the clasp, almost overpowered him, but movement to his right reminded him they had an audience.
He looked over and met Danny's shrewd stare. Sparing a glance around the room, he saw similar looks on Ethan and Jason's faces. Laurie, on the other hand, looked amused.
He'd worry about her brothers later. Right now he wanted to see his charm against Julie's pale skin. She turned toward him, her hand cradling the necklace.
"Thank you." She smiled. It was a genuine smile, not the mask she'd displayed earlier. Seeing her unadulterated joy, and knowing he was the cause, warmed him as nothing else could have.
"It looks good on you," he whispered, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. The familiar scent of her strawberry shampoo hit him in the gut as it surrounded him. She pulled away sooner than he liked, shooting a glance in Laurie's direction as she retreated. Brendan almost followed, wanting to know what had spooked her, but stopped at the regret in her eyes as she peeked at him. What did Julie have to regret? It disturbed him more than he wanted to admit. Something was very wrong.
Her father cleared his throat. "Well, I think it's time for the cake. Brendan, you're staying, right?" Brendan nodded, his gaze focused on Julie the whole time. She chose a seat between her brothers, leaving him to take one next to Laurie.
Charles, their father, handed him a slice of cake, and Judith held out a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
He'd always been amazed by the Callahans' welcoming nature. His mother had been loving and supportive, but hadn't been able to be both mother and father to him. He had few memories of his father who had died when he was five.
He'd met Laurie the next year when he'd started kindergarten. She'd befriended him the very first day, later admitting she couldn't turn away from the sadness in his eyes. She'd brought him home to play that afternoon, and her father had taken Brendan under his wings.
They'd treated him like family, and when his mother passed away after his eighteenth birthday, the Callahans had been there, assuring him he would never be alone. He hoped they would be as supportive after he revealed his intentions toward Julie.
Growing up, there had been an unspoken rule among the Callahan clan. Julie was their treasure, and they guarded her closely. He never knew whether it was the fact she was the youngest, or her human status that compelled her siblings to protect her so fiercely. But whatever the reason, it had been clear she was off-limits. Respect for the family had held him back from staking a claim years ago when he'd first felt the mating pull. Julie had only been fourteen to Brendan's eighteen, and there had been no doubt her family would have disapproved. But now they were both adults, and she made her own decisions.
It would be interesting to see their reactions as the next few weeks played out. Jason might be Premier, the leader of the pack, but nothing would stand between Brendan and Julie.
Although he'd never flaunted his strength, nor had any desire to lead the pack, Brendan was an alpha wolf too. He didn't want to fight any of her brothers but would if he had to.
Of course if all three jumped him, he might have problems.
As he pondered the possibility of fighting his three pack officers, he caught Julie studying him. She blushed as her lips curled up in a smile. Brendan couldn't help but answer with one of his own.
She was worth any cuts or bruises he might have to endure. She was worth everything. Now all he had to do was convince her they were made for each other and figure out why she seemed so eager to pull away from him whenever he got close.
Julie looked up from the account books as the bell above the front door jingled. The formal greeting died on her tongue as Brendan strode into the bookstore. His charming smile never failed to heat her blood. He looked around the room for a moment before settling his gaze on her. The warmth in his stare surrounded her, and she couldn't help but return his smile.
"Hey beautiful," he said, strolling over to her counter.
"Where are Laurie and Samantha?"
Julie's smile slipped a tiny bit before she plastered it in place. Of course he wanted to know where Laurie was. He probably came by every day at lunch to spend time with her.
"I'm sorry you just missed them. They went out to lunch at the diner, but you can probably catch up to them. They left a few minutes ago." Brendan's gaze narrowed as if he sensed her inner torment.
"Now why would I want to go chasing after those two when I can spend time alone with you?"
Julie felt his hand brush her cheek as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Wanting to savor the sensation, she closed her eyes until reason returned. What was she doing?
This was Brendan who was not only way out of her league, but thought of her as a little sister. Besides, even if he were interested, she'd never betray Laurie like that. She had to get her imagination under control.
"So what are you doing out this way? Shouldn't you be working in your studio?"
Unless he'd moved, Brendan's metalworking studio was located on the other side of town. Not a huge trek considering how small Alpine Woods was, but the bookstore was far enough to be out of the way.
"I wanted to see you. You've been away a long time. I thought we should catch up." Brendan shrugged. The carefree move drew Julie's gaze to his shoulders. She could imagine gripping them in her hands, pulling him closer as he leaned in for a kiss.
A blush stole over her cheeks as she pushed the thoughts out of her head. Why couldn't she get rid of this stupid crush?
"It has been a long time."
"Have dinner with me. Tonight."
Shocked, her gaze shot to Brendan. Dinner? The invitation sounded like a date, but that couldn't be right. She must be imagining things again.
Brendan cringed. That wasn't what he meant to say. He'd planned to come in and charm her a bit. Lay down some ground work before asking her out. But when she looked at his chest and blushed, he hadn't been able to stop the words.
"Of course. I'd love to have a friendly dinner. Maybe we should invite Laurie too." The emphasis she put on the words
"friendly" and "Laurie" made him frown. Had Julie just shot him down? It wasn't every day a woman he asked on a date invited another woman along.
"Laurie?"
"Yeah, why not? I wouldn't want to steal you away from her, even for a night," Julie said, the fake smile he hated back in place. He was getting better at distinguishing between the real one and the fake one. The differences were subtle but obvious if one paid enough attention and knew where to look.
Trying to absorb every detail, Brendan stared at her.
Something wasn't adding up. Why would she invite Laurie with them if the idea displeased her?
"Julie, what do you mean 'steal me away from Laurie'?"
Julie started to fidget, avoiding eye contact. So he walked behind the counter until he stood in front of her. Cupping her jaw in his hand, he tilted her chin until her gaze rose to meet his.
"What's going through your head, baby?" Brendan stared into her eyes, hoping he would somehow break through the wall she had erected. Her face fell until not even the fake smile remained. For just a moment, he glimpsed the turmoil within.
"Brendan, stop. What if Laurie walks in?" She tilted her chin out of his grip and stepped back, away from him. His wolf's hackles rose at her retreat. A growl rumbled from low in his throat, causing Julie's eyes to widen.
Why did she keep bringing up Laurie? He needed to figure out what was going on, and he needed to figure it out now.
Every instinct screamed at him. Something wasn't right, and his wolf struggled for control. All he wanted to do was shift and hunt down whoever had put the haunted look on her face.
"Why all this talk about Laurie? What does she have to do with anything?"
"She's my sister, Brendan. You can't be naïve enough to think fooling around with me wouldn't hurt her. I wouldn't do that to anyone, much less my own sister."
Brendan took a step back. He held up his hands and shook his head.
"I'm sorry. I've obviously missed something. What are you talking about?"
"You and Laurie. I don't know why you two haven't mated yet, but she'd be hurt if we fooled around." As Julie's words sank in, his frustration gave way to the slow burn of anger.
"Laurie told you we were mates?" He couldn't help the forcefulness of his voice, even seeing her start. The way her eyes widened made him regret his tone. Wanting to assure her, he took a step forward, and watched her take a hasty step back in retreat.
The last thing he wanted was to scare her. Didn't she know he'd die before he ever hurt her? He needed to get away before he scared her any more. He didn't trust himself right now. His wolf was too close to the surface, stirred by his strong emotions.
Anger burned in his gut. He needed answers, but he couldn't force them out of Julie without damaging their relationship. There had to be another way to get the information he needed. Hopefully, Laurie could tell him why the woman he loved, his actual mate, believed he was destined to another. Not just another, her own sister. He'd waited too long for Julie to have this keep them apart.
All those years, waiting for Julie to be ready and holding back from any serious relationship. The whole time, the woman he'd waited for thought he was already taken. And had suffered as a result. The regret and torment in her eyes whenever he got close told him this misconception played some part in her sadness.
Trying not to frighten her more, Brendan retreated, storming out of the bookstore. With each step he took toward the diner, his anger grew as he reflected on the wasted years.
He strode straight to the diner where Julie had mentioned Laurie and Samantha were having lunch. Friendship aside, Laurie would regret it if she'd driven a stake between him and Julie. Considering their long friendship, he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, but he wanted answers. Was this the reason Julie always kept him at arm's length?
Swinging the door open, Brendan stalked inside and sought out the two women. He approached their table and stood with his hands fisted. Both looked up, their smiles dying as they took in his appearance. He could only imagine what he looked like, half-crazed with frustration.
"Laurie. We need to talk. Outside."
"Brendan, is everything okay?" she asked, staring up at him.
"Now." He turned around, then back before he'd taken a step away. "Please," he ground out before prowling outside, not waiting for a response. It took all of his strength not to yell. Laurie had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, but he needed to know what she'd said to Julie.
Above all, he needed to calm down. It wouldn't do any good to let anger rule him.
"Brendan, what in the world is the matter with you? What happened?" Laurie put her hand on his arm. Concern for him bled through every word.
"What did you say to Julie?" he demanded, looking Laurie straight in the eye. Her eyebrows lifted, and she cocked her hip. The change in her from concerned friend to defensive alpha was a clear warning.
"I've said a lot of things to my sister. When I was nine, I told her there was a zombie in her closet and a vampire living under her bed that fed off her when she slept. Is there anything in particular you're wondering about?" She crossed her arms as her eyes narrowed. "And I'm not sure I like your tone."
Taking a deep breath, he forced a calm facade while his emotions wreaked havoc inside.
"I want to know why she thinks you and I are mates."
Her arms fell to her sides, and she looked at him with frank disbelief. "What?"
He assessed the change in her demeanor. Either the shock was genuine, or Laurie was worthy of an Academy Award.
"So you weren't the one who told her?"
"Of course not. I might joke around, Brendan, but not about important things. I know how you feel about her."
Relief washed over him. At least he didn't have to worry about Laurie misinterpreting their friendship. Now he had to convince Julie she was the one he wanted. The only one he wanted. He knew he hadn't helped matters by running out on her mid-sentence.
"Let me talk to her," Laurie murmured, placing a comforting hand on Brendan's arm. He looked toward the bookstore Julie and Laurie owned. The "Books and Crannies"
sign in front of the store waved in the wind. He ran his hands over his face.
"Yeah, all right. That's probably best. I'll stop by later to talk to her. But I need some time to calm down first." The image of her stumbling away from him played over and over in his mind. Once he regained his equilibrium, they'd talk.
Brendan cast one last look at the bookstore before walking off in the opposite direction. He trusted Laurie to set Julie straight and ease the way for him. Julie was too important to lose over a stupid misunderstanding.
Julie's heart jumped into her throat as the bell jingled again. Everything inside her hoped Brendan had come back.
The anger on his face had been obvious before he rushed out, but she had no idea what had caused it. Every instinct urged her to chase after him, but she couldn't leave the store unattended. She'd seen the pain and fear in his eyes when she'd stepped away from him. It wasn't that she was afraid of him. She needed him to know that, even though she wasn't sure why it was so vital. But while growing up, she'd learned not to get in front of a wolf shifter when his emotions were that intense, and instinct had taken over.
As her sister walked through the door, Julie sighed, unsure whether to be relieved or disappointed.
"What's going on?" Julie asked.
"I was kind of wondering the same thing. Come on, let's talk for a sec. I'm sure Samantha's wondering where I ran off to." Laurie pulled Julie around the counter and toward a cluster of chairs.
"Why did you think Brendan and I were mates?" Laurie asked as they sat. Now Julie started to get nervous. First, Brendan had freaked out, and now Laurie was acting very un-Laurie-like.
"Aren't you?" Julie swallowed.
"Of course not. Why would we be mates and not mated?"
"I didn't know. I figured you must have had your reasons.
But you're always hanging out together. I just thought it was a given." If they weren't mates, why was Brendan always around?
"Well, we're not, so you can get that thought out of your head." The pat on her arm as she stood was neither patronizing nor comforting. "Besides, he has the hots for you," Laurie threw over her shoulder, waving cheerily as she walked out the door.
Stunned, Julie sat staring at the front door, her mind stuck on the last thing Laurie had said. Brendan had the hots for her? No. Laurie had to be mistaken. He'd never even made a move on her. Well, unless one counted this morning. She had gotten the vibe he'd asked her out before ... before all the mess had happened. Could Laurie be right?
Her thoughts drifted to Brendan, remembering his touch at the back of her neck as he'd helped her with the necklace yesterday. The one he'd bought her. Reaching up, her fingers clutched the charm around her throat. It had borne a remarkable resemblance to Brendan's wolf form, including a small dent on the nose where he had a white streak. Last night, she'd convinced herself she was being silly when she noticed it, but now she wondered if maybe she had been right all along.
Okay, so he has the hots for me, she thought with a smile.
A nervous giggle escaped. Granted having the hots was a long way from married with kids. As an alpha wolf, Brendan wouldn't settle for anything less than a true mating. Still, it was a way to live out some of her fantasies, right?
Julie blew out a frustrated breath. Who was she kidding?
The more she thought about it, the more implausible the whole thing became. A relationship, especially one that would never be more than fun, wasn't what she needed right now.
Not with Brendan. It was probably the worst thing. Never again would she settle for less than love. She'd learned that lesson the hard way.
Settling for less was what she'd done with George. From the start she had known he wasn't perfect for her, but she'd figured her feelings would grow with time. She'd never loved him. But George had been human and comfortable. Right up until she'd discovered him in bed with some bimbo. But the worst part of it all was the truth she'd had to acknowledge afterward.
Julie didn't belong among full humans.
As a full human among wolf shifters, she'd learned early in life she'd never be accepted among them. She'd always be that "freak Callahan." She'd been convinced things would be better if she got away from this town. There had to be a place for her in the real world. But things hadn't turned out as she'd anticipated. The feeling of detachment hadn't gotten better but had continued to grow the farther away from Alpine Woods she had gone.
George had been her first real relationship, but there had always been something that never felt right about the whole thing. Julie had tried to ignore her feelings. Had even convinced herself they weren't important. All girlfriends thought their boyfriends were immature and self-centered most of the time, right? At least, she'd tried to ignore them until she'd walked into his room and seen how ill-suited they really had been. Cheating didn't happen among the wolves.
So she'd never anticipated it. And then to have her friends try to convince her it happened to everyone---that wasn't the world for her.
The feeling of failure, not heartbreak, was what had devastated her. Finding out in such an abrupt and harsh way how inadequate he'd found her was what hurt. It was also one reason she envied her siblings their mates. Mates didn't have to wonder what their partner thought of them, or worry what they were doing, or who they were doing, when separated. They knew they were loved exactly as they were.
But Julie didn't have that luxury.
She'd walked away from the relationship with her illusions shattered. Living among full humans had been lonelier than among wolves. At least here she had her family. But in reality, she didn't belong in either world.
It was lonesome being stuck between different and normal. Her whole life she'd been too ordinary to be special like her siblings. The past three years had taught her she was too different to be normal. So where did that leave her?
All by herself.
Dating Brendan, the man she'd always hoped would notice her, would only illuminate her loneliness. Hots aside, it was safer for her sanity to stay in the little sister category. Getting her hopes up for anything more than friendship was a recipe for disaster.
Walking into Books and Crannies, Brendan hoped the second time would prove more fruitful. After he'd had time to calm down, embarrassment filled him over how badly he'd acted.
It'd been hard hearing Julie talk about him with another woman. She was the woman for him. But he had to remember, Julie was human. She wouldn't fight for her territory like a wolf mate would. Besides, there was no need.
He was already hers. He had to remember that and keep a cool head. Overreacting like he had would only hurt his cause.
Wooing Julie into a mating would take time and patience.
If he'd found his mate with a wolf, his partner would feel the same desperate pull he did. But Julie didn't feel it. At least, not the way he did. Not yet. And she'd already proven a need for independence by going away to college. If he wanted to make her fall in love with him, he needed to be more careful, but he always seemed to lose his head around her.
An image of Julie, her sad eyes and defeated posture from yesterday, flashed in his mind. This might be more difficult than he'd originally thought. It would take plenty of patience and perseverance to win her. But win her heart he would. His wolf howled every time he saw the sadness in his mate's eyes. The determination to stand between her and her problems almost overpowered all reason. He needed to remain in control.
Searching for Julie, he found her behind a bookshelf, restocking. He stood back, tracing her form with his gaze as she reached for a high shelf. She looked adorable in her bare feet, jeans and gypsy blouse. Her heels lay in a pile at her feet. His hands twitched, longing to run over her curves.
After waiting almost a full minute for her to notice him, Brendan coughed into his hand to get her attention. She jumped at the noise, dropping a book on her bare foot.
"Oh jeez. Are you okay?" Cursing himself for startling her, Brendan rushed over. He placed his hands on her waist as he bent down to look at her foot.
His heart skipped a beat when she wrinkled her nose and smiled. "Relax, Brendan. It's just a paperback. It couldn't have weighed more than half a pound." The laughter in her eyes mesmerized. This was the teasing, happy Julie he remembered.
"Well, at least let me kiss it and make it better." Brendan rose and brushed his lips against hers. A spark of recognition shot through him. As if his soul recognized the other half of himself. He could only hope she experienced it too. If she felt even half the desperate need he did, there would be no way she could deny him. Her hands flew to his chest, wrapping his t-shirt inside her fists. It was all the urging he needed.
Brendan pulled her body against his as his mouth ravished her. He stroked his hand down her spine, his other arm supporting as he leaned over her.
Her taste exploded inside his head, sending shockwaves through his system. It had been a long wait for this kiss, too long. He ran his tongue around her lips, savoring the moan that escaped her. Taking the bottom lip between his teeth, he felt her hands pull him closer as he gently bit down. Definitely worth the wait.
Kissing Julie was everything he'd envisioned and more. It was so easy to lose himself in her, forgetting everything but the woman in his arms. Julie. Desperate to feel her curves pressing against him, he pulled her closer.
Her moan swept against his mouth, kindling the fire inside him as her tongue tangled with his. Her naked desire triggered the primal beast inside, and the dull sting in his gums indicated his canines had extended. When he opened his eyes, he saw the distorted colors in the world around him, a sure sign they had changed to his wolf's.
It was almost painful for him to retreat, but this wasn't the way he wanted things. He would not let his wolf rule this situation. Even more than that, he didn't want to frighten her.
The memory of Julie backing away from him in fear would haunt him for a long time. He never wanted to frighten her again.
Closing his eyes, Brendan placed a quick kiss against the corner of her mouth and raised his head.
Julie remained mute but didn't pull away. The silence lengthened until Brendan opened his eyes and gazed into her quizzical hazel ones.
"You missed," she whispered. He stared at her, puzzling through her words. What was she talking about? And then it hit him. He'd told her he was going to kiss her injured foot and make it better. The end of his lips curved up in a smile.
"I did? My bad. I could always try again..." he trailed off, pulling her tighter against him. But Julie had other plans. With a stream of laughter, she pulled out of his embrace.
"Oh no. That's quite all right." She turned away from him, but didn't get far before turning back, her eyes pleading with him. In that moment, he would have ripped off his arm and given it to her had she asked it of him.
"Everything's okay between us, right? I'm sorry if I upset you earlier. I didn't realize---" She shook her head. "I just didn't realize."
"Laurie talked to you, right?"
"Yes. She told me you two weren't mates. I guess I jumped to the wrong conclusions." She laughed again, the melody making his stomach clench. God, he adored her.
"Good. Then there's nothing stopping you from having dinner with me tonight." Brendan smiled in satisfaction, sure he had her. But her eyes told a different story. The sadness crept back into her gaze.
"I'm not sure dinner is a good idea, Brendan."
"It's just a friendly dinner, Julie. Harmless." Brendan forced a carefree shrug. The frank disbelief in her gaze told him she was on to his game.
"Harmless? Nothing about that kiss was harmless."
Brendan struggled to keep his smile innocent. "Just dinner," he lied. She was right. That kiss wasn't harmless, and he planned on kissing Julie more. A lot more. There was no way he could stop with just one taste. Kissing Julie was a craving he'd never be able to satisfy.
"I still have another hour before I can leave. We don't close until nine-thirty tonight."
"Don't worry about it. Samantha and I can handle it. You go have fun," Laurie called from behind the bookcase, startling them both. If he wanted proof that being around Julie addled his brains, here it was. Brendan hadn't sensed Laurie. His wolf should have heard and smelled her approach.
Julie pulled three books out of the shelf at eye level and peered at the other side of the bookcase.
"Are you two spying on me?"
"Not at all, Laurie was, uh, helping me find a book."
Samantha's nervous laugh drifted to him from behind the case. Julie glared through the hole she had created before shoving the books back in place with a muttered curse.
She sighed and looked at him with faked grimness. "You're not going to give up until you have your way, are you?"
Brendan couldn't help but laugh. Was it any wonder he loved this woman? "Nope."
"All right, since it appears I'm outnumbered. Let me go grab my purse from upstairs."
Brendan watched her backside as she turned and walked away, tilting his head to get a better view of her retreating ass. More laughter rang out from behind the bookshelf, drawing his attention. Two sets of eyes watched him where stacks of books had been removed. The one he recognized as Laurie's raised one eyebrow at him. Smiling, Brendan shook his head before crossing to one of the armchairs to wait for Julie. At least the women in her family appeared to be on his side.
Julie paused with her key poised to lock her apartment door. The sun was just starting to set and long shadows littered the ground. An eerie chill crept up her spine, causing her to shiver in unease. The hair at the back of her neck tingled, and she got the distinct impression she was being watched.
Looking around, Julie detected nothing out of place. A nervous laugh escaped and she shook off her discomfort.
Clearly, reading all those mystery novels was getting to her.
She needed to pull it together. She'd need all her wits about her to get through dinner with Brendan without embarrassing herself.
Kissing him had been more dangerous than she'd imagined. When he'd touched his lips to hers, Julie's first thought had been to pull away. It was the rational thing to do. But the moment had been short lived as his kiss had robbed her of all thought. She'd only been vaguely aware of clenching his shirt in her fists as his arms circled her waist.
Then nothing had existed beyond him. The feel of his lips, his embrace surrounding her, supporting her as he'd arched her backward---it had gone to her head quicker than one of Laurie's famous margaritas. Just thinking about it made her quiver with excitement.
As she turned from her doorway, something moved off to her left. She froze, her gaze scanning the forest surrounding the parking lot. Leaves rustled as a breeze blew through them, but nothing else moved. A shiver of a different kind ran down her spine. The feeling of being watched returned, bringing with it a premonition of pure evil.
She needed to get a grip. Nothing lurked in the woods. The town was too well guarded by the pack. Her upcoming dinner with Brendan must be making her more ill at ease than she thought. Projecting her fears on her surrounding environment wasn't going to do anything but make her paranoid. Julie laughed at herself as she walked into the bookstore.
Brendan stood and crossed to her as soon as she entered.
"Gorgeous, as always." He tried to pull her into an embrace, but Julie laughed and pushed him away.
"Enough. I'm hungry and you promised to feed me."
Grabbing Brendan's hand, Julie dragged him behind her.
"Have fun," Laurie's sing-song voice sounded behind them as they exited the store. Julie didn't even glance back.
As they rounded the corner of the store into the parking lot, Julie scanned the forest, trying to detect the presence from earlier. Nothing. No feeling of being watched, or sense of foreboding. Just her stupid imagination running away again.
"Everything okay?" Julie jumped as Brendan spoke directly behind her, his arm circling her waist. She looked over her shoulder and saw his gaze raking the woods, his sharp-eyed gaze moving from tree to tree.
"Fine. Just me being silly." Julie shrugged off his concern, grabbed his hand and tried to pull him toward his truck, but she couldn't budge him. She looked back and found him staring at her. His shrewd gaze bore into her.
"What?" she asked, biting her lip. He shook his head before stepping forward.
She was the most confusing woman he'd ever met. One minute she would lean into his embrace, and the next instant turn away from a kiss. And that moment in the parking lot worried him. She'd stared at the dark and empty forest as if expecting something to jump out and attack. There had been something in the air. Some strange scent Brendan wasn't familiar with, but nothing worrisome.
Still, it couldn't hurt to take a few passes by her apartment tonight. He'd feel better knowing she was safe. Actually, he'd feel better once he had her with him every night. When he could hold her in his arms, safe and protected from everything that caused her pain. Then his wolf would settle.
Dinner had reaffirmed his belief that Julie was perfect for him. It hadn't taken long to draw her out of her shell, and soon after, she'd laughed and traded snarky comments with him. When he was around her, it seemed everything was right in the world. But now, as he drove Julie back to her apartment, she was silent, staring out her window.
"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked, more to break the silence than anything else.
"They're worth way more than a penny." She laughed and turned toward him. Her chest rose as she took a deep breath, drawing his gaze to her breasts. His hands tightened on the wheel as it shot back to the road. "Why did you kiss me today?"
"I thought that was pretty obvious." Taking one hand off the wheel, he threaded his fingers through hers. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her staring at their linked hands.
"Brendan, you're a great guy..."
"Oh please. Don't tell me you're giving me the 'you're a great guy' breakup speech." Throwing her one of his most charming smiles, he told her without words he wasn't going anywhere. Nothing she said would change his mind. Brendan found her huff of frustration utterly adorable. Then again, he found everything about her adorable.
"What breakup? We aren't together, so there is nothing to break up. And it would never work between us." Ignoring her words, Brendan picked up their linked hands and brought them to his lips. Julie was running scared. But he held enough patience and stamina to outrun her. He was a wolf, after all.
Pulling up behind the bookstore, Brendan got out and rounded the car to hold Julie's door open. He placed his hands on either side of her as she stood, and leaned in, looking deep into her eyes.
"Why don't you come by my place tomorrow for dinner? I'll cook."
"Brendan, have you listened to a word I've said? A relationship between us isn't practical."
"I make a mean salmon dish. You like salmon, right?" He couldn't help but smile as she blew out yet another exasperated breath and rolled her eyes.
"You are unbelievably stubborn!"
"I've learned stubborn people tend to get what they want.
And Julie---" Brendan leaned in until they were mere inches apart. "I want you." Flames of desire leapt into her eyes, pulling him forward as he leaned in for a kiss.
Right before his lips touched hers, she whispered his name. A plea. She couldn't fight the attraction between them any more than he could.
"Just one taste," he whispered before closing the remaining distance. She leaned into him, and his tongue swept inside, claiming her mouth. His hands clutched her waist, pulling her closer as her fingers wrapped around his neck and threaded into his hair. Sinking into her softness, he marveled at the feel of her in his arms. She was everything feminine and delicate, yet he knew from experience she could be strong and determined when it counted. And she was all his, just as soon as he could convince her.
Breaking off the kiss, Brendan rested his forehead against hers, struggling to even his breathing. He reached up and swept a lock of hair behind her ear, lingering to trace the rim with a finger.
"Do you know how beautiful you look, all flushed and warm? How turned-on I am, knowing I'm the one who put that look on your face?" he asked, staring at her closed eyelids and kiss-swollen mouth.
Her eyelids fluttered open. The naked desire her eyes revealed took the words from his mouth. The overwhelming urge to kiss her again, to drag her into her apartment for all sorts of wicked things, rushed through him.
"So tomorrow night, huh? Should I bring anything? Wine?"
Her words penetrated the haze filling his brain. He shook his head, trying to clear it.
"Sure," he muttered. He needed to get out of here before he did something he'd regret. Julie was human. Taking her against the hood of his car like an animal was out of the question, no matter how much he might want to.
Steeling himself, he placed a chaste kiss against her nose and led her to her door.
"Sleep tight," he murmured as she pulled out her key and unlocked the door. As she turned to say goodnight, her gaze drifted to the forest behind him, reminding him of her earlier fear.
Something had spooked her, and it was his responsibility to figure out what and protect her from it. Once he got back to his place, he'd let his wolf patrol the forest around the store. He'd do whatever he needed to keep her safe.
Taking this much time to choose wine was ridiculous. He probably wouldn't even care what she brought over. So why couldn't she make up her mind? Julie paused to examine yet another label.
It might be easier to buy several bottles and decide at home. With any luck, Brendan would never know she'd traveled two towns over to get wine for their night together.
The liquor store in Alpine Woods didn't have anywhere near the wine selection this one had. The more she thought about it, the more she liked that option. It would be nice to have some around the apartment. It wasn't as if she wouldn't get to them all sooner or later.
As if whatever wine she bought would change things between them.
This was stupid. Brendan wasn't hers, and she would never be the mate he needed. Maybe if she were a beta wolf or an omega, things wouldn't look so bleak, but she wasn't even a shifter. She was only kidding herself, fantasizing about winning his heart like a child. A wave of depression crashed over her. The truth was she wanted to go to Brendan's. She wanted to do a hell of a lot more than kiss him too.
She looked at the bottle in her hand, not really seeing the label. What was she doing? Having a fling with Brendan would fulfill the dreams she'd had since high school, but was such a bad idea. No matter how much she tried to deny it, her heart would get involved. And it would lead to more tears and a broken heart.
It was already going to be difficult to let her dreams go once his mate came into the picture. Julie sucked in a breath at the painful thought. Having to watch her siblings pair off was hard, knowing she wouldn't have the same connection.
Watching Brendan with a mate would devastate her.
Right now, she was at least rational. But if she acted on her impulses, dropping the reins on her wayward fantasies and jumping in with both feet, Brendan finding a mate wouldn't just devastate her---it would destroy her.
Where did that leave her tonight? Either she could go to Brendan's and risk losing control---risk ruining everything---or she could cancel. Julie let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She knew what she had to do. As much as she wanted to throw a tantrum at the thought of cancelling, it was time to put on her big girl panties. The right decision wasn't always the most desirable one.
She glanced down at the two bottles of wine in her hands.
Might as well buy them. Since she was going to spend the night alone and depressed, a bottle of wine might be just what the doctor ordered.
"The chardonnay is a great choice." Julie jumped at the sound of the deep voice in her ear. Why was everyone so intent on sneaking up on her? And why was she so damn jumpy lately?
She turned to look at the man behind her and hastily closed the mouth that had flapped open in surprise. Wowza---
handsome didn't begin to describe him. She ran her gaze from his casual brown shoes up his jean-clad legs and form fitting black t-shirt, ending with his piercing blue eyes. The look in them was almost frightening in its intensity, startling her from her perusal. He looked ... hungry.
It took a moment to compose her thoughts. To buy time, she glanced down at the bottle she held, trying to form a response.
"Good to know. I don't suppose you've tried the pinot?"
She held up the bottle in her other hand. His smile was friendly, but his hungry gaze remained fixed on her.
"I haven't. How about I pick up a bottle, and we can test it together. What do you say?" As far as pick-up lines went, it was one of the better ones she'd heard. Not to mention, a tempting offer. The man was attractive, and she was single.
It might be the perfect way to distract herself from her feelings for Brendan.
But ditching Brendan for this man, for any man, left a bad taste in her mouth. Besides, the intensity in the man's eyes was a bit unsettling.
"I appreciate the offer, but I have plans tonight." Plans that only minutes ago she'd decided to cancel, but he didn't need to know that.
"A shame. At least tell me your name, for the next time we meet."
Julie shivered. Next time? The certainty in his voice unnerved her. Jeez---first thinking something had lurked in the forest, and now creeped out by a friendly stranger. Her imagination was in overdrive. As soon as she got home, those damn suspense books were going in the trash. It was obvious she needed something milder.
"It's Julie."
"A pleasure, Julie. I'm Jay. So you have plans tonight, but what about tomorrow?" The way he continued to stare at her gave her the heebie jeebies.
"I'm actually seeing someone. But I appreciate the offer."
She wasn't above lying to escape these situations. This guy was a bit too intense for her.
"Too bad. I hoped we could get to know each other better.
Until we meet again, my dear." He bowed, and with another charming smile, walked toward the back of the store.
A shiver snaked down her spine. If she had any say in the matter, they would never meet again. Something about him just didn't sit right, and the way he stared at her was downright creepy. Considering how far she was from Alpine Woods, the chances of running into him again were slim at least. And now she had a couple of bottles of wine picked out.
She'd go home, blast some cheesy 80s rock and drown her troubles. All that was left to do was call Brendan and cancel their plans.
After paying for the wine, Julie headed home. As her tires ate up the road, she pulled out her cellphone to make the dreaded call.
If she were a brave woman she'd dial his cell, which he would undoubtedly pick up. She knew how that conversation would go. He'd coerce and coddle until she caved. He always had the power to make her agree to anything. Case in point: going out last night. The truth was she wanted to do what he wanted, to please him. But this time she had to put her foot down. She could not let herself go to his place tonight.
She flipped through her contacts and dialed his house phone, calling herself a chicken the entire time. She knew he was at work, and wasn't surprised when the call rolled into his voicemail. Leaving a brief message on the machine, she apologized for the last minute notice.
It's better this way. Maybe if she kept repeating the thought, she'd begin to believe it.
Brendan saw the blinking light on his answering machine the minute he walked in the door. A sense of foreboding told him who it was even before Julie's voice drifted out.
He hit the button to repeat the message as he carried the grocery bags farther into the kitchen. He stopped and laughed at the quiver in her voice as she explained how they should stick to being friends. That wasn't going to happen.
Grabbing a bottle of water, Brendan pondered his options.
The obvious one would be to accept her cancellation and track her down tomorrow. It was what any sane, rational human being would do. Clearly not an option for him. After all, he wasn't just a man after a woman. He was a wolf after his mate.
Calling her didn't seem like the smartest plan, either. Over the phone he had less influence than face-to-face. If he saw her, he knew he'd be able to convince her to come back to his place.
His gaze lingered on the uncooked salmon on the counter.
Better yet, pick up a pizza on the way to her place. Dinner wasn't started yet, and food would ease his way into her apartment. After all, who could resist a hot, gooey cheese pizza? Besides, maybe she'd feel more comfortable if he gave her the home court advantage. He had no doubt he'd win regardless. He was still grinning as he made his way to his car.
Music blared through an open window in Julie's studio. He chuckled as King of Wishful Thinking pummeled his sensitive ears the moment he opened the car door. Get over him, huh?
Wishful thinking was right. He'd make sure Julie didn't have any opportunity to "get over" him.
But he had a bigger problem to contend with first. No way would she hear the door through that racket. Just to be sure, he tried the buzzer and waited a full minute before trying again. He was amazed no one had called in a complaint. She was making enough noise to wake the dead. Wolves had extra sensitive hearing, after all.
It really would be for the benefit of the town to go up there and turn the music off. He grinned at the obvious false justification. The good of the town didn't factor in, but was a reasonable excuse. Now to figure out how to get up there.
He walked to the front door and examined the lock. He often did repairs on the apartment for Laurie, so he knew the layout of the space. Even if he made it through this door, it would only give him access to the stairwell leading to the actual apartment above the bookstore. At the top of the stairs, the main door to the studio had yet another lock. Once he gained entrance through that door, the apartment was one big room, housing a bed and a small kitchenette. No place for Julie to hide.
In high school he'd spent a few summers working for the local locksmith. One of the first things they'd taught him was how to pick a lock as they'd often been sent on house calls where someone had locked himself out.
He hadn't done it in years. Still there was no harm in trying, right? And this looked like a simple lever lock. There were even a couple of hangers in the backseat he could use for makeshift tools.
Rubbing his hands together, he planned his approach.
Julie's shouted lyrics drifted to him, making him laugh. Her speech was a bit slurred, and it was clear she was having a good time. He'd long known about her penchant for 80s and early 90s rock. One of her quirky little habits he found adorable.
Pulling out the hangers, he bent them into the shapes he needed.
Time to get to work.
Julie gawked in surprise as the door to her apartment swung open. Brendan stood framed in the doorway, wearing a cocky grin. A large pizza box sat on the floor behind him.
She stood on her bed, the only piece of furniture in the small studio, and stared at him for a full minute before glancing down at the half empty bottle in her hand. What the hell was in this stuff? Wine had never given her hallucinations before. She closed her eyes, rubbing one with her free hand.
But the vision remained.
"I brought pizza," it said, reaching down and grabbing the box on the floor. Or at least, that's what she thought it said.
Like a proper vision, the lips moved but no sound emerged.
Although now that her brain had considered it, pizza sounded good. Her stomach rumbled in agreement.
The figment rolled its eyes and prowled into the room.
Julie watched it cross to the stereo on the kitchen counter.
The music shut off.
How had her imagination done that? The man stalked toward her.
She took a wobbly step backward, thrown off balance by the springiness of the bed beneath her.
"Whoa, easy there." He reached out to steady her. His touch was warm against her arm, and she stared down at his long tanned fingers against her pale skin. A shiver of awareness raced through her, sweeping some of the clouds from her mind. This wasn't a vision. Brendan was really here, in her apartment.
"Brendan? What are you doing here?" She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. Her brain wasn't processing things as quickly as she needed right now.
"Well, since you didn't feel like salmon---" The smile he threw her way robbed her of what few thoughts she'd managed to gather. "---I brought pizza. Pepperoni, tomato and mushroom. I know it's your favorite."
She glanced at the box sitting beside the stereo on the counter. She was hungry. And her earlier reasons for cancelling didn't seem valid anymore. What harm was there really? The world wasn't going to end because she ate dinner with him.
Turning back to Brendan, she ran her gaze from his head to his toes and back up. He was looking yummier than the pizza.
His smile grew under her perusal, and she raised her gaze to his. The teasing glint in their depth told her he had watched her ogle him, and had enjoyed every minute. He took the wine bottle from her hand and lifted it toward the light.
"How much of this have you had, anyway?" His lips puckered in a whistle as he surveyed the level of the liquid within. It would be so easy to lean down and kiss him. His lips were already puckered and everything. God knew the man could kiss.
She dropped to her knees on the bed, putting them at the same height. Taking the bottle from him and setting it on the bedside table, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His lips hovered above hers, just shy of touching. She stretched, but he leaned back so their lips remained apart.
"You need to come closer." She tugged at his shoulders, but he resisted the pull.
"Ordering me around, are you beautiful?" She tugged again, making no more progress than last time.
"Fine. If you don't want me, then go away." She puffed out an exasperated breath, unraveling her hands to bring them to her side.
Brendan felt her arms slide away from him, and grabbed them, bringing them back around his neck. He wasn't ready to release her just yet.
"Oh, I want you all right. It's taking every ounce of willpower I possess not to strip off your clothes and bend you backward until neither of us knows our own names. But you, my dear, are drunk. I want more from you than one night you might consider a drunken mistake tomorrow." He watched his words sink past the alcoholic haze in her eyes. First surprise, then heat, flared in their depths before she dropped them to stare at his mouth.
"I'm not that drunk, Brendan."
The laugh started in his gut, bubbling up until he had to release it. Even knowing it would replace her desire with anger, he couldn't stop it. "Don't laugh at me!" she huffed, trying to pull away. He clung tight, loving the fight within.
"I'm not. I swear. You're just so perfect. And drunk enough, I might add, that I can't trust your judgment right now. So why don't we sit down and have some pizza, maybe some water for you, and we can come back to this conversation a bit later."
She stuck her lip out in a pout. His wolf wanted to jump in, but he held the reins tight. Taking her right now, no matter how appealing the suggestion might sound, or how much she begged, was not the way to start a relationship. That way led to ignored phone calls and a pounding from her brothers.
Pizza. They were going to sit down, eat and talk. Nothing more. He looked at her lips. Well, maybe a little more. But he drew the line at kissing. His fingers tightened on Julie's waist.
Okay, maybe a bit more than kissing, but the line was there. A very definite line. Somewhere. He'd know it when he saw it. As long as he kept his wits about him. Easier said than done around Julie, but he had to succeed. There was no other choice if he wanted forever.
"Come on, wobbly. Time to eat." He didn't give her a chance to move, swinging her into his arms. But he enjoyed her squeak and the way she clung to his shoulders.
Carrying her to the kitchenette, he sat her on the counter with reluctance. He liked holding her.
He leaned down and kissed her nose.
"You missed again," she whispered.
"Again?"
"Yeah, yesterday you were going for my foot. I liked that miss more." The grin spreading over her face made him feel special. As if they had their own private joke.
"I never miss." He leaned in close, placing his hands on either side of her hips, caging her. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Tilting his head to the left, he bypassed her mouth and trailed his lips down her cheek to the juncture of her neck.
Placing his mouth over the spot where her neck met her shoulder, he sucked hard, letting the edge of his teeth scrape her delicate skin.
Her body shuffled closer, and her head fell back. Brendan closed his eyes on a groan. Her breasts pressed against his chest. The scent of strawberries was stronger against her neck, and he drew it in like a starving man as he ran his hands from her thighs around her back to pull her tight against him. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, the scent of her arousal floated up to join in the blend. Julie and sex fused together into a heady combination.
Slow. He was supposed to be taking things one step at a time. Skimming his lips down her throat, he placed a quick nip at her collarbone before moving away.
They stared at each other in silence for a full minute, their deep breathing the only sound in the room. Sexual tension buzzed between them until the air was thick with emotion.
"You are such a tease." Julie broke the silence, cutting through the tension around them and bringing a smile to his face.
"Me? Woman, I'm just trying to get to the pizza, but you keep throwing yourself at me and I get all distracted."
"Woman? You so did not call me woman." He leaned in close again, placing a quick kiss against her lips, but backing away before either of them could deepen it.
"God, you are too cute." Without moving from between her legs---because there was no way he was giving up such prime real estate---Brendan reached over and flipped open the pizza box. He took out a slice and handed it to her.
"Aren't you a little close?" she asked as he stood with his own slice.
"I'm comfortable."
"Well, I'm not. Scoot back a bit." She shoved his shoulder, and he took a reluctant step back.
"Fine, but don't think I won't be back there soon." He winked, causing her to roll her eyes and shake her head.
The man was so damn cocky. Julie watched him take another bite of pizza, his sharp teeth cutting through the cheese with ease. She wished she had fangs. She probably had cheesy strings all over her face. A quick swipe over her mouth assured her she wasn't a complete mess.
Still, as the bready pizza soaked up some of the alcohol in her system, everything that had occurred since his arrival sharpened in her memory. Oh God, she'd thrown herself at Brendan. Worse, he had rejected her!
This couldn't be happening. Maybe she had run her car off the road earlier and was even now in a hospital bed having a coma-induced nightmare.
"Why do you look so horrified, baby?" His sharp eyes were fastened on her face. She strove for a nonchalant look, having no idea if she succeeded.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just wondering what you're doing here."
He reached over to the box and pulled out another slice, holding it out for her to take. After only a moment of hesitation, her hunger overruled her reservations.
"I'm eating." He shrugged, still drilling into her with his gaze.
"Yes, but why are you eating here?"
"We had a date. You left a message on my machine saying, ' Brendan, I'm not feeling up to salmon tonight. Would you mind picking up some pizza and coming to my place instead?' What was I supposed to do---say no?"
He'd used a high pitch voice to imitate her. Julie stared for a full minute before she could form a reply.
"That's not what the message said."
"It wasn't?" The smile he threw her way was playful. "My bad. I guess I misunderstood." He started eating his slice again, his gaze never breaking contact with hers.
"You know it's a little nerve wracking to eat while you're staring at me."
An image of Jay, the man from the wine store, flashed through her mind. His eyes had pierced her with the same intensity as Brendan's did now. But whereas Brendan's gaze made her feel safe, not to mention hot all over, Jay's had left her on edge. As she remembered, a wave of unease swept over her, and she brought her arms around herself to chase away the goose bumps.
In an instant, Brendan was there, clutching her shoulders and forcing her gaze to his.
"Julie? What happened?" There was a fierceness in his grip, in his posture, that had been absent before.
"It's nothing." What was she supposed to say? That some guy had hit on her and now, hours later, she was freaking out. It sounded ridiculous even to her.
"It's not 'nothing.' I saw the frightened look on your face.
Now tell me what happened." His grip tightened, not painfully but with clear intent. He wasn't going to drop this until he knew what had spooked her.
"I was thinking about this guy I met today. He gave me the willies. No big deal." A barrage of questions assailed her.
"Who was he?" Brendan's voice demanded an answer, his grip solid on her arm.
"Calm down, Brendan. He was just a guy. He asked me out. I said no. He went away. That was it." She left out Jay's eerie certainty they would meet again, knowing it would set Brendan off.
"Then why the fear? Does he live in town?"
"He just gave me a creepy feeling. It was nothing. And no, he doesn't live here." Julie waited a moment for her words to sink in. "Now don't you think there are more important things we should be discussing?" Like why he had rejected her earlier, and if he would do it again.
Tonight had opened her eyes. Yes, she had been drunk when she'd convinced herself sex with Brendan wasn't the catastrophe she'd envisioned. But her point remained valid, even after the alcohol had worn off. Maybe a fling was exactly what she needed right now. As long as she remembered a fling was all it was and didn't let her heart get entangled, she'd be fine. Besides, if Brendan did everything else half as well as he kissed, it was worth the risk.
"And what other things do you want to discuss, little one?"
"Why did you stop earlier?"
"You were drunk. I'm not going to take advantage of you."
His sincerity seemed real, and if that had been the only thing holding him back...
"I'm not drunk anymore." He stared at her for a long time, searching for something. Julie didn't know what he looked for, so she stared back, telling him with her eyes this was what she wanted. Finally, his gaze released hers and trailed down her body, causing her to blush. It wasn't as if she'd expected guests. She knew her gray sweat pants and baggy sleep shirt weren't suited for seduction.
Julie in her comfy clothes was sexier than any woman he'd ever seen in lingerie. Which admittedly hadn't been too many, but not for lack of offers. After he'd discovered Julie was the one for him, he'd lost interest in other women. Even if he and Julie weren't together, dating and sleeping around felt disloyal. The one time he'd relented had been last Christmas, after he'd caught the scent of another man on her clothing.
Afterward, he'd felt guilty for weeks. They hadn't been together, he hadn't even told her his intentions, but it still felt as if he'd betrayed her.
"Are you sure this is what you want? Because, baby, once we start, I'm not sure I'll have the willpower to stop. And there's no way in hell I'm letting you get away from me afterward." As her chest inflated with a large breath, he braced himself for disappointment.
"I'm sure." The words had scarcely left her mouth when he pounced. He saw her eyes widen in surprise and searched their depths for fear---of him, of his beast---but there was none. Only the slow kindling of desire's flame.
He had her right where he wanted, her legs wrapped around his waist, close enough to feel her chest rise and fall with each breath. He brought a hand up and swept it over her face, following the movement with his eyes and memorizing her features.
"I've waited for this for the longest time."
"Stop. I don't need flowery words. I need you. Just you."
She grabbed his hand, stopping its exploration and brought it to her breast. There was something in her voice. Something troubling. But as her nipple hardened underneath his fingers, the weight of her breast settling in his palm, he tucked the concern away for later. Right now, he had more important things to discover. Like what color her nipples were, and if they tasted as good as they felt.
He whispered her name before closing his mouth over hers, the need to taste her overwhelming him. He watched her eyes close before allowing his own to follow. The feel of her hands reaching up, clutching his back like a lifeline, forced a growl past his throat. He worried for a moment whether it would scare her, but her hands gripped him tighter, assuring him it hadn't.
Skimming his hands down her stomach, Brendan clutched the edge of her shirt. He pulled it up and over her head, breaking the kiss.
Intent on getting back to her mouth, he cast a quick look down, but was brought up short by the sight in front of him.
Julie was perfection. There were no other words. A black and beige bra cupped her breasts, the round globes offered to him on a lacy platter. He took back everything he'd thought earlier about lingerie. Julie was sexier in sweats than any other woman in lingerie. But Julie in lingerie was downright deadly.
He couldn't wait to buy her more.
His gaze was glued to her breasts. They were perfection.
With reverence, he ran his hands over them, watching as she arched into his teasing touch. Her head fell back as her hands on his waist pulled him forward. He leaned down, placing a kiss at the top of each peak before letting his teeth scrape along the edge of the fabric.
"Oh God." The breathy words filled him with pride.
"Nope. Just me. But I'm flattered." He stopped his exploration to smile. Her glaring gaze met his teasing one.
"Did I tell you to stop?"
"Ordering me around again, beautiful?" He thrust his hips against her, letting her feel his erection through his jeans. "I love it when you get all bossy."
Her head fell back on a groan, making him smile as he got back to work. The combination of submissive and dominant in one perfect package turned his wolf on more than he cared to admit. She might not be shifter, but she was stronger than the average human in heart and spirit.
He thought about how her family shielded her, protecting her from the world. Was he the only one who saw Julie for the strong and vibrant woman she was? Her family knew she was special, but did they realize how much?
Her moan dragged his mind back to the task at hand.
Using his teeth, he pulled the cup of her bra off one breast.
Her rosy nipple proved too much a temptation to resist, and he covered the peak with his mouth, sucking hard. Her nails scratched down his back as he feasted, moving downward to cup his butt and pull his hips forward.
The need to see if her panties matched her bra drove his hands downward. He hated letting go of her nipple to accomplish the task, but the thought of Julie nude before him was too tempting to resist. He steadied her with one hand as she lifted her hips, a clear invitation.
He struggled for a moment to get the sweatpants past her hips, but was rewarded for his troubles by the sight greeting him. She was indeed wearing a matching set. Groaning, he leaned down and placed a heated kiss against her stomach, using his teeth to scrape downward. Her breath hitched as he grazed the sensitive skin along the edge of her underwear.
"God, you're going to kill me," he whispered, urging her up with his hands so he could remove the panties. As soon as they were off, he went back to work, trailing his lips over her mound and past her outer lips. He reveled in her throaty moan as he took the small bundle of nerves gently between his teeth. Her hands became rough in his hair, but the spark of pain drove him forward.
The scent of her desire filled his senses as his tongue swept downward, tasting her. She filled his every sense, her taste driving him crazy. As his tongue plunged inside her, she thrust her hips forward, and her moans broke as she rode out her climax.
After her hands fell limply to his shoulders, Brendan stood, his lips coasting across her skin on the way up. She shuddered as he nibbled her stomach, the scent of her renewed desire floating up. Reaching behind her, he unclasped the bra, pulling it off and throwing it to the side. He moved back just long enough to pull his own shirt off before returning to press against her, wanting to feel her, skin to skin. He needed the tactile assurance this was real, that he was actually here exploring the edges of pleasure with Julie, his mate.
She pushed against his chest before his mouth connected with her breasts. Her gaze ran up and down his bare skin with her hands following the path, tickling the sprinkling of hair.
The look of awe on her face when she raised her gaze to his was humbling.
"Brendan, you're beautiful."
Tilting his head to the side, he smiled. "While I'm glad you like what you see, I would have preferred sexy or handsome---much more manly than beautiful. Besides, you're the beautiful one. Looking at you hurts my eyes."
Her hands left his chest, and he squashed the urge to grab them back. A half-frown, half-smile curled her lips. "Looking at me hurts your eyes? Not really a compliment."
Wasting no time, Brendan pulled her forward until she was barely on the counter, supporting her as he stared into her eyes.
"It was a compliment. You're stunning. So much so the brilliance of your beauty is more than my mere mortal eyes can stand." Her breath hitched.
"You artists. Such poetic souls." Her gaze dropped to his lips, and her chin rose in invitation.
But their conversation had cooled his ardor enough to remember the one thing he couldn't forget. Frustration followed the insight. Fuck! He almost said it aloud, realizing they couldn't go any further. Never had he imagined the evening would end this way, so he hadn't bothered to bring any protection with him. He hadn't come here tonight with the intention of getting in Julie's pants.
"Julie. We have to stop." Anger flashed within her eyes as they snapped to his.
"What the hell do you mean 'we have to stop'? What is this, some game to you? You lose a bet?" She slapped her hands against his chest and pushed, but he refused to budge.
He reached up and grabbed her hips to prevent her escape as she tried to jump off the counter. The need to make her understand propelled him onward.
"Of course not." Anger built in his gut. How could she think he would use her that way? "I didn't bring protection with me.
It's not as if I carry condoms around in my pocket."
After a minute, the anger drained from her eyes and stiff posture. "Well, you'd better start. But lucky us, I saw some in one of the drawers. Samantha must have left them when she moved out. So---" Her hands trailed down his chest, playing with the button on his jeans. "If that's your only excuse..."
Her persistence sure did make him smile, even as his wolf howled with satisfaction. Tonight she would be his. Nothing stood in his way.
"Don't move a muscle," he ordered, disentangling her limbs from his waist. The intensity of Julie's gaze fired his blood. It took three strides to reach the dresser, thanking his lucky stars when he found the box on his first try. Grabbing two, he didn't bother opening them as he strode back into her arms.
"Two? Feeling ambitious are we?"
"What can I say, I'm a boy scout. I like to be prepared." At his words, her gaze drifted to his erection, the bulge obvious behind his zipper.
" Boy scout, huh?"
Without another word, he eased his zipper down, not an easy task considering the size of his erection and the fact his claws kept trying to extend, his wolf close to the surface.
After what felt like forever, he freed himself, tore open the packet and slid the condom on. Julie's gaze, which had been fixed on his eyes until now, drifted downward. She sucked in a breath as she took in his size.
"Uh, Brendan, not to spoil the party, but I'm not sure you're going to fit."
He laughed. He couldn't help it. The way she said it with such hunger and apprehension at the same time was too endearing.
"It'll fit. Trust me."
"I do." The naked trust in her gaze took his breath away.
That was it. The tenuous control he'd held onto all evening snapped. The world took on an altered hue as his eyes shifted to his animal's.
Without another word, he pulled her hips forward, balancing Julie on the edge of the counter, and plunged forward, entering her in one thrust. The sensation of her tight sheath clasped around him was almost more than he could bear. Concern for her made him pause. But even as he worried, her eyes clouded with pleasure and a fractured moan slipped past her lips. He knew at that moment, he was the luckiest man on the planet.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as he slid out. Her hips moved forward, meeting his as he plunged back in. He wasn't going to last long. Already he felt his release gathering at the base of his spine. The only sound in the room was their harsh breathing and the glide of his cock into her wet heat.
He grunted, changing the angle of his thrusts, driving deeper into her and increasing the pace of his strokes. Her back arched at the increased tempo, and he sensed her growing pleasure. Knew the smallest push would send her over the edge.
He ran one hand down her thigh, coming back up and pressing his thumb against her clit. The small pressure was all she needed. As her strangled cries filled the room, Brendan gripped her hips and thrust forward, grunting with each jerk of his body.
His own release crashed over him, drowning all conscious thought in its wake. His world exploded, and he jerked inside her until he was spent. All he could do was shudder as the sensations swamped him.
When conscious thought returned, his lips were wrapped around her shoulder. Thank God his fangs had retreated. He couldn't begin to imagine her reaction if he'd mated with her without discussing it first. Julie was not someone he ever wanted to see truly angry.
When he glanced up, her eyes were closed. A tear streaked from the corner of one as he watched.
"Julie? Oh God, Julie I'm sorry. If I hurt you..." Before he could finish, her eyes opened to stare at him. Awe, not pain, was the only emotion in their depths.
"Hurt me? You've done more than hurt me. You've ruined me for all other men. There's no way anyone could top that."
Relief thundered through him, leaving amusement in its wake. He choked on a laugh as he considered her words. Only Julie would admit something like that.
"I do love a good challenge," he whispered, wiping the tear from her cheek.
"What challenge?" she muttered, her gaze dipped to his mouth.
"You said nothing could top that. That was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, because, baby---" he waited until her gaze rose to his, "I fully intend to try."
Julie jerked awake at the pounding on her door. What the hell? The crisp hair on the naked chest beneath her palm ticked her hand. Her head fell back to Brendan's shoulder with a groan. Apparently, the pounding didn't disturb him in the least. How he could sleep through that racket was beyond her.
"Julie, damn it. Open this door before I break it down."
Danny's frantic voice boomed from behind the panel.
"Hold your horses will you?" she called back.
Brendan grumbled at the sound of her voice, opening his eyes at last. When he saw her, the corners of his mouth curled into a smug smile, causing her heart to trip. His hands reached for her, trying to roll her under him. The man was insatiable. Anyone else would have been worn out for a week after their sex marathon the night before.
"Stop. You have to hide. Into the bathroom," she whispered. The last thing she needed was Danny catching them together. She'd never hear the end of it. Her family still viewed her as the poor little human girl in need of protection.
"Huh?" Sleep still clouded his eyes, and she watched him shake his head to clear it.
"Who are you talking to?" Danny demanded from behind the door. Damn his wolf hearing. He sounded angry, but Danny never got angry. Not since he'd broken her arm by accident during a fight when they'd been kids. From that day on, he'd never let his emotions get the best of him.
At the sound of her brother's voice, Brendan's gaze flew to the door. He looked as if he wanted to call back, but Julie shoved him out of the bed before he could. Grabbing his hand, she tried to tug him into the bathroom. Brendan just stood there, staring at her with a confused smile on his face.
Exasperated, Julie dropped his hand and walked behind him, shoving him inside.
"You could at least pretend to cooperate. Keep quiet until I get rid of him." She grabbed a robe from the hook before shutting the door.
Flinging it over her shoulders and tying it, she moved to the door and yanked it open. A hassled Danny stood on the other side, glaring.
"What the hell, Danny?"
His gaze ran over her from head to toe before trying to peer behind her. She closed the door tighter around her frame, blocking the mess within. No way would she let him see the clothes and condom wrappers scattered throughout the room.
"Why the hell is the lock broken on the door downstairs?
You scared the daylights out of me." He seemed calmer now, seeing her unharmed.
Her lock was broken? Shit. She'd forgotten Brendan had broken in last night. Frantically, Julie searched for a reasonable excuse.
"I locked myself out and had to break in last night. No big deal. The top lock still worked, and I was going to call someone to fix it this morning." There, that seemed good.
His eyes told her he half-believed her story, if at all. But she didn't have to answer to him. There was nothing he could do but take her at her word.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked, tilting his head again, trying to see past her.
"No. I'm not. Is there a reason you're here so early?"
"We're going to breakfast. I offered to pick you up." He met her gaze at last.
"Oh. Okay, I need to get dressed first. Why don't you wait downstairs? I'll be there in ten---" Her gaze strayed toward the bathroom. "Make that fifteen minutes."
Suspicion entered his eyes again, but he nodded, turning around to tread down the stairs. That was a close one. She didn't need lectures from her family about getting involved with someone from the pack. She was old enough to make her own mistakes.
Brendan tried to clear the sleep from his brain as he listened to Julie's conversation with her brother. He made no apologies for eavesdropping. Not that he had a choice. Short of turning on the shower---which would have alerted Danny to his presence and put him in hot water with Julie---every word of their conversation bled through the walls.
It might make things easier if Danny discovered he was here. Her brothers had to find out at some point. He was Julie's mate, after all. He didn't want to hide their relationship. And after they beat him up---he had no doubt they would beat him up---they'd accept it. Because he would do everything in his power to protect her and cherish her every day of their lives together.
He forced himself not to open the door and go to Julie, her voice drawing him like a moth to a flame. He rested his head against the wooden panel, not really listening until the word
"breakfast" penetrated his foggy pleasure.
He frowned, tuning in to their conversation. He wanted to take Julie to breakfast. Better yet, breakfast in bed. In fact, he wanted to spend the whole day in bed, wrapped around each other. His frown deepened as he heard Danny stomp downstairs to wait, unaware of Brendan's presence.
Didn't she want to tell her family about him? He wanted to shout it from the rooftop, take out an ad in the paper, so everyone would know she was his.
Her feet thumped past the bathroom, and the sound of a drawer opening reached his ears.
Turning on the faucet, he ran cold water over his face. It was possible she wanted to wait until her siblings had breakfast before breaking the news. Wolves were always better tempered with full bellies. Easing them into the truth made sense. Hell, maybe if he let her handle things he wouldn't even have to deal with three angry alpha wolves trying to beat the crap out of him.
With a clearer head, Brendan opened the bathroom door and walked out. Julie brushed her hair, clothed in another lacy underwear set. He stared as her breasts swayed with each stroke of the brush.
She looked at him in the mirror, her surprised gaze running over his naked form. Desire darkened her eyes, and he stiffened in response.
"Oh no, you don't. We don't have time. Danny is right outside," she said, turning around as he advanced on her.
"Don't worry, I'll be quick."
"Yeah, that's what every girl wants to hear. 'Don't worry, baby, I'll be quick.'" Julie's voice deepened as she mocked him.
"Come on, baby, I promise I'll make it good for you," he joked back.
"Be quiet! And get dressed." She giggled, turning around to pull on her jeans. He wanted to rip off the offending article.
How dare it cover her perfection.
"I can't believe you broke my lock last night."
Broke her lock? He frowned. He hadn't thought he'd broken it. Just broken in. Then again, he hadn't picked a lock in a long time. And he had been anxious to see Julie. It's possible he'd made a mistake in his rush.
"Don't worry, I'll fix it."
"You do that." As she crossed the room, she stood on tiptoes to place a chaste kiss against his lips.
"I've gotta go." He watched her pick up her purse on the way to the door.
Wait, that was it? They'd just spent a mind-blowing night together, and all she had to say was "fix my lock" as she ran out the door?
"Will I see you tonight?" she asked, turning in the doorframe. A puff of relief surged out. She did care.
"Swing by my place. I'll cook the salmon I bought last night." Regret flashed in her eyes.
"I'm sorry about last night..."
"I'm not," he interrupted, hating any uncertainty in her. He never wanted her to doubt one minute she spent with him.
"Last night was incredible. I wouldn't change a thing."
Her smile lit up the room, and he felt her wiggle a little deeper into his heart. He wanted to keep her smiling like that forever.
"Okay. I'll see you tonight." And then she was gone. His wolf wanted to chase her, not ready to let go, but the man kept him in place. She'd be back. Right now he had a lock to fix and a romantic dinner to plan.
"Did you just smell me?" Julie's gaze shot toward Danny, narrowing her eyes on her brother as he stared out the windshield. She'd swear he'd leaned over and sniffed her. She glanced at his hands as they tightened on the steering wheel and back at his darkening frown. Something was definitely wrong. This was not like Danny at all.
She was about to repeat the question, but swallowed the words as he glanced her way. Wolf eyes stared out at her.
Danny was holding onto his control by a thread. A thin thread.
Clearing her throat, Julie searched for a safer topic.
"Where are we meeting for breakfast?" A lame question.
She knew where they were going. Had known since he'd pulled out of the parking lot, heading north. There weren't a whole lot of options in a town the size of Alpine Woods. The diner was within walking distance, and Samuel's restaurant was in the opposite direction, which meant one thing. Mom was cooking.
"How did your lock break again?" he asked, ignoring her question. Why was he so obsessed with the damn lock?
"I told you. I locked myself out. No big deal."
The wolf growl made her jump. Danny of the iron control was losing it over a busted lock?
"What's wrong with you? I'm fine." She shoved his shoulder, knowing he would never hurt her.
Tires squealed as he slammed on the brakes in front of their parents' house. Danny threw off his seatbelt and stormed out of the car.
"Oookay," Julie muttered to the empty car, following at a more sedate pace.
Her mother greeted her at the door with a hug. No matter how old she got, she'd never be too old for this. Her mother's embrace brought more comfort than chocolate, a warm bath or wine.
The hand stroking her back stilled and her mother pulled away, assessing her with shrewd eyes. Julie fidgeted under the perusal. Long moments passed before Judith finally stepped away.
"Everyone's in the dining room." She gestured, heading in the opposite direction toward the kitchen.
What was up with everyone this morning? She looked down to make sure she was appropriately dressed. Jeans and a t-shirt might not be dressy, but they weren't eating at the Ritz, either. Why then was everyone acting as if she'd shocked them?
Conversation halted the moment she entered the room.
Six sets of eyes stared at her like an interloper. She'd always been different than her siblings, but never before had she felt so unwelcome. As if she'd stumbled into a pack meeting where she wasn't allowed.
If they didn't want her to hear them, they shouldn't have started the conversation in the first place. No, actually, if they were going to act like this they should've just left her in bed with Brendan. After all, she wasn't the one pounding on their doors at ten in the morning.
Confusion gave way to anger as they continued to stare at her as if she didn't belong. She was about to demand Danny take her home when Jason stood. The sound of his chair scraping against the floor echoed in the silence like a gunshot.
Ready to go off at the slightest provocation, she glared as he approached. She hadn't asked to be human, and never expected special treatment as sister to the Premier. She knew she didn't belong in their discussions, because she didn't belong in their pack. And they'd never hear her ask to be included, either. But this was their parents' home, her home.
How dare they make her feel as if she didn't belong.
Instead of talking, Jason swept her hair aside with one hand. His face darkened as he looked at her neck. Without a word he leaned down and took a deep breath.
Shock made her step back. She'd never seen them act this way, and was clueless how to deal with this new side of her family.
"You said the lock was broken?" Although he stared at her, the question was directed behind him. Unable to break Jason's stare, Julie wasn't sure who he spoke to until Danny answered.
"Yeah, like someone had torn it off." The words jerked her out of her stupor.
"I told you to stop worrying about that." Her exacerbation reached new levels as they continued to ignore her. After exchanging some silent wolf communication they left the room as a unit. Julie stared after them until she heard a car starting.
"What. The. Hell. Is going on?"
"Come. Sit." Samantha patted the chair next to her. The desire to continue arguing was strong, but after a moment Julie relented. She wanted answers more than she wanted to argue. Like when had everyone been possessed by aliens?
"Are you okay?" Concern poured off her brother's mate in waves. Glancing around, she saw similar worry on Laurie and Gwen's faces.
"Besides being utterly confused and frustrated with my family's trip to bizarro land, yes, of course I am. Now would someone please tell me what's going on?"
"It's your smell," Gwen said, leaning forward.
Okay, creepy. Julie leaned down to sniff her armpit, but Samantha stopped her with a hand on her arm.
"That's not what she means."
"You reek of Brendan. And even if the hickey on your neck wasn't a glowing neon sign, we all know what you did last night." Laurie paused, letting her words sink in. "And you know how protective those boys are about their baby sister.
They'd go after him regardless. But the broken lock makes us all think Brendan may have stepped over the line. I've half a mind to go join them."
Cold eyes stared back at Julie, the fierce expression one she hadn't seen since coming home from kindergarten with bruises after being bullied.
They knew? All of it? Why hadn't Brendan warned her? He had to have known something like this was going to happen.
She almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.
What was she supposed to say? Hey, guys, how was your evening? I spent the night screwing Brendan in every way imaginable. That would've been fantastic breakfast conversation. Besides, she was twenty-three years old. She didn't need to explain her love life to anyone.
"Damn it, I'm old enough to make my own decisions about who I sleep with. It's none of your, or their, business."
"The question isn't whether you're capable of making those decisions," Laurie continued. "It's whether Brendan took advantage, or forced you in any way. Well, that's my concern.
The guys would have beaten him up regardless." The intensity of her stare belied her relaxed pose.
"Beat him up? Brendan was a complete gentleman last night. He in no way 'forced' anything on me."
"A complete gentleman?" Gwen asked, smiling at her outburst. "How boring!"
A blush heated her cheeks.
"Well, 'complete' might have been the wrong word. Still, it's none of their business."
"You know, I think I believe you. Now you have to go convince the men or warn Brendan, if there's anything left of him at this point. Those boys looked pretty determined."
This was not good. Squatting outside Julie's place, Brendan examined the remains of her front door. The knob had been torn right off. Whoever had done this had been not only determined but incredibly strong. More-than-human strong.
Claw marks surrounded the hole where the knob had been.
This had shifter written all over it. But most worrisome? There was no way he'd done this.
When Julie had said broken lock, he'd assumed he'd done something wrong. But this damage was something else entirely. This wasn't a botched lock picking. There was no finesse in this damage---the lock was irreparable. In fact, the whole doorjamb would need replacing.
How had he not heard anything? The perpetrator couldn't have been quiet while tearing the door apart. Then again, they hadn't been quiet themselves. If whoever had done this had struck at the right time, it was no wonder they hadn't heard anything. He shuddered as he thought about what might have happened had he not come over last night. The thought of Julie alone---of someone breaking into her apartment when he wasn't around to protect her---left him cold.
Whether she liked it or not, Julie would be staying with him tonight and every night thereafter until he figured out who had done this and eliminated the threat. He refused to risk her safety.
Now the hard part, telling her without causing panic.
Worse, telling her brothers.
A car barreled into the parking lot, screeching to a stop behind him. He turned to see Julie's three brothers pile out of the car. Judging by the looks on their faces, the secret was out. And it was apparent Julie hadn't been able to talk sense into them.
If there'd been anger on their faces, he might have tried to explain, to reason with them. But the emotions seething in their eyes went deeper than mere anger. It was all Brendan could do to brace himself before Ethan's punch landed. The force of the impact drove him to the ground. He was grateful his jaw hadn't flown off. This might be more difficult than he'd originally thought.
Shaking his head to clear it, Brendan looked up at the three men from the ground. He held up a hand to stay them as they advanced.
"Wait. Just wait. There's something you need to know. It's about Julie's safety." If nothing else, the word safety would stall them. They'd do anything to keep their sister safe and happy. Beating him up was about protecting her happiness.
But in a competition, "safe" beat "happy" hands down.
"If you care about her safety, you have a funny way of showing it." Jason gestured toward the broken door. A growl burst out as he saw the damage. "It's worse than you said, Danny. I ought to beat you to a bloody pulp." Jason took a threatening step toward him.
"Yes, I broke into her apartment last night. But---" he held up a hand as they started toward him again, "I picked the lock. I didn't do this to her door." He paused, letting the information sink past their rage. "Which means someone else did."
Fear seeped into their expressions as they examined the wreckage. When he thought they wouldn't hit him again, he rose. At least he wasn't alone in his concern.
"You didn't do this?" Danny asked, leaning down to examine the broken doorframe.
"Not even close."
"But you did break in." It wasn't a question. They already knew the answer. Judging by the Premier's expression, there would be hell to pay later. But right now they had bigger fish to fry. On some level, her brothers must have been aware he would never hurt Julie, and would do whatever it took to keep her safe. Otherwise, they would kick him out of the pack so fast his head would spin.
"What did Julie say?" he questioned, not wanting to contradict whatever they'd already been told. From the uncomfortable expression on Danny's face, he knew they hadn't even asked. Instinct had taken over. Protect. Defend.
Then again, he looked down at the doorknob in his hand and realized he would have done the same.
Rubbing a hand over his abused jaw, he considered how best to reply. He opened his mouth to answer, but shut it as Laurie's car tore into the parking lot, Julie at the wheel. Fire snapped from her eyes as she flung open her door and charged head first into the middle of the group. Pushing her brothers away from him, she stood between Brendan and the three alpha wolves like an avenging angel.
"What the hell do you three idiots think you're doing?" She poked Jason in the chest as she continued her rant.
"Whatever happened last night is none of your business. How dare you take turns sniffing me then dash out to defend my honor. Without even discussing it with me! I am an adult, and I'm old enough to make my own mistakes."
Brendan frowned. Mistakes? Nothing about last night had been a mistake. His mouth opened to protest, but Jason beat him to it.
"Now, Julie---" he placated, but Julie wasn't finished.
"Don't you 'now, Julie' me! This in no way concerns you.
And you better get used to it, because it's not stopping anytime soon!" Brendan almost snickered at the shocked looks on all three brothers' faces. He knew his answering smile was a bit smug, but he couldn't help it. Watching his mate defend their relationship made his chest puff out with pride. She was so beautiful when riled. It made him want to do inappropriate things to her, even while confronting her three alpha brothers.
He stepped forward and ran soothing hands down her arms. Now that she was near, he and his wolf had settled, comfortable knowing their mate was safe. Besides, how could he stay upset when she made him so happy?
"It's okay, beautiful. They're looking out for you. I wouldn't have it any other way. Now since I know you couldn't have eaten yet with the hubbub, why don't all of you get back to your parents? I can pick you up there later." He looked at her brothers, exchanging a silent message with them . Take care of her. I'm entrusting her to you. All three nodded in understanding. For now, they were on the same team.
"Why don't you join us? I'm sure Mom made enough for one more."
Brendan looked at Danny in surprise. An olive branch?
Sure, he'd eaten plenty of meals with the Callahan family in the past, but everything had changed last night. He'd broken their one rule: Julie was off-limits.
"Sounds great," he heard himself say. Julie's hand slipped into his as they walked back to the car. His heart overflowed with love. He'd die if anything were to happen to her. Which meant he couldn't let her out of his sight.
"Owie," Brendan whined as Julie applied an ice pack to his jaw. All of the real pain was gone, his body having already healed the damage. But the way she held his head in her lap as they sat on his couch, stroking his hair with her hand, was more than enough motivation to put on a little show.
"Poor baby," she murmured, leaning down to place a gentle kiss against the bruise. He grabbed her hand as she started to sit up. Her hair cascaded around their faces, encasing them in a private cocoon.
Leaning up, he brushed his lips against hers. It was a soft kiss, and he struggled to keep it light. After a long moment, he released her, placing his head back into her lap. Her hand resumed the stroking that would've made his tail wag had he been in wolf form. As much as he wanted to stay just like this for the rest of the night, there were things they needed to discuss.
"I wanted to talk to you about something." He needed to know that Julie would stay with him, at least until whoever, or whatever, had broken her door was found. If she wanted to leave afterward, he wouldn't be able to stop her. But he had every intention of making sure she never wanted to leave.
Her stillness alerted him to her discomfort. Her hand stopped stroking his hair, and he felt her posture stiffen.
Looking into her eyes, he saw curiosity but not fear---another reminder of how adept she was at hiding her emotions.
Something he intended to remedy soon. She shouldn't feel the need to hide anything from him.
At least he had more of a clue than her family. He couldn't believe how blind they were. During brunch, her father had launched into the story about meeting Julie's mother. He'd smiled as her father began the familiar tale that demonstrated the love between the couple. But as Charles had expressed his unending love for his mate, Brendan's gaze had drifted to his mate. She would be the mother to his future children, the one he'd grow old with. It hadn't taken long to realize something was wrong. Very wrong.
That fake smile had been fixed on her face. He hated that smile. And the pain in her eyes had nearly brought him to his feet, needing to defend her from whatever had caused her pain. She'd pushed around the food on her plate and gazed down at the pattern she'd made with her fork.
"And that's when I realized, why would I want normal when I could have special?" Julie's smile had slipped a little at the word "special." It had been subtle, and if Brendan hadn't been staring, he probably would have missed it. But he had been staring.
"Julie, you know how special you are, right?" He hadn't cared if he appeared rude, interrupting his host in the middle of a sentence. All that had mattered was Julie and replacing her fake smile with a real one.
The look she gave him had been filled with wide-eyed panic as everyone's gaze shot to her. She'd glanced at the others and bit her lip.
"Sure. I mean not like you guys, but yeah." The hollow laugh that followed was one he never wanted to hear again.
Her shrug displayed more discomfort than the assurance she'd strived for.
The ensuing silence had said it all. Everyone had heard the pain she'd tried to hide. Taking his gaze off his mate, Brendan had looked around the table and seen utter shock on the faces of her family. It was clear they'd never realized before how different Julie felt. Twenty-three years and none of them had seen the pain the story caused, even though it had to have been told a hundred times.
"Honey? What do you mean, 'not like you guys?'" her mother had questioned. All gazes had remained glued on Julie.
She'd shrugged again. "You guys are wolf shifters. I'm just human. Ordinary."
No one had spoken. Desperately, he had wracked his brains for the right words to say. He was her mate, and until recently he hadn't realized anything was wrong.
"Julie." He'd waited until her gaze met his before continuing. "There is nothing 'ordinary' about you. You are the most unique and special woman I have ever, and I do mean ever, met." He'd found her blush endearing, and her smile, her real smile, had broken the tension around them.
Conversation had resumed almost as if the event had never happened. But every now and then he'd seen one of her siblings or her parents glance at Julie with concern and regret.
At least now they knew. Everything was out in the open, and he would heal whatever emotional pain she harbored with love and patience.
"Okay," she said, dragging him back to the present. "Am I going to like this talk or not?"
One thing at a time. Her emotional pain could wait. Her safety couldn't. And if she agreed with his plans, maybe he could work on both at once.
"I hope so. The thing is, I think it would be better if you stayed here. At least until we fix your lock."
He'd managed to sneak into the living room with her siblings while Julie had helped to clean up the dishes. The broken lock provided them with a perfect excuse to keep Julie with one of them. No one wanted to frighten her if they didn't have to, especially knowing she could take off if she thought a shifter from town held some unknown grudge. They would figure out who meant her harm and take care of it. Until then, she'd be with Laurie at the bookstore during the day and with him at night. Her brothers were scheduling shifts to watch her as well.
"And when will that be?" Julie asked. He breathed a sigh of relief. The question wasn't filled with the anger or frustration he'd anticipated, just curiosity. This might be easier than he thought. She made no move to put distance between them, so he left his head on her lap.
"Well, we have to fix the doorframe. And that lock is specially made. It might take a couple of weeks to get a new one. If you don't want to stay with me, you can stay at one of your brothers' places or at Laurie's. But I don't want you there alone with just the top door."
She stared down at him in silence. He wished he knew what was going through her mind. With most people, he could sense some of their emotions, but Julie shielded her thoughts too well for him to break through.
"Of course---" He reached up to tug on a lock of her hair,
"---it'll be much easier to get you alone if you're here. I can't exactly sneak into your bed while you're staying with one of your brothers. I don't think I'd live to see morning if I tried.
Although it would be worth it." He smirked, grateful to see a shadow of a smile curl the corners of her lips. He'd never get tired of making her smile.
"Are you sure I won't be an imposition?" The words brought him up, and he pulled her toward him, gazing deep into her eyes.
"Never. I mean that, Julie. I don't want to hear you talk like that again. Don't you know I would do absolutely anything for you?"
"Anything?" she asked, a wicked gleam entering her eyes.
"Anything." No hesitation. Whatever she needed, wanted, was hers. All she had to do was ask.
"You know what would make me really happy?" Judging by the mysterious smirk on her face, whatever would make her happy was going to make him happy too.
"What's that, beautiful?"
"Take off your pants." He stood and unbuttoned his jeans, shoving his briefs off with the pants in his haste.
"Don't have to tell you twice, do I?" She laughed. He paused to throw her a disbelieving look before finishing his task. He was as eager now as last night, the raw need for her returning stronger than before. Last night hadn't been enough to quench his need for her. Nothing would ever be enough.
Julie's impish smile told him she was just as eager. Her eyes were hungry as she sat forward on the couch. Without waiting another moment, she took him into her mouth. He stiffened, feeling the wet heat of her mouth encase him. His head fell back with a groan, and all conscious thought fled. He gripped her hair as she moved forward, taking him deeper.
Even his most vivid fantasies paled in comparison to the realities of Julie's mouth wrapped around him.
Needing to see, to watch, he opened his eyes and gazed down at the woman he loved. Any doubt he might have once harbored had vanished after last night. She was perfect for him.
She gripped him in her hand as she moved back, paying special attention to the head. Her gaze met his as her tongue came out to circle the tip. The desire in their depths, the pleasure she gained from pleasing him, was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
Without a word, he reached down and pulled her to her feet. Keeping eye contact, he unbuttoned her pants and sank to his knees. His hands ran down her legs, dragging her pants to the floor along the way.
He switched positions with her, pushing her onto the couch and spreading her thighs, opening her to his gaze. Giving no more than a moment's pause to appreciate the sights before him, Brendan dove in.
Dear God...
Julie gripped Brendan's hair in her hands as sparks of pleasure robbed her of thought. There was only Brendan, the feel of his hair beneath her fingers, his tongue plunging inside her.
This wasn't what she'd wanted---she'd wanted to taste him as he came. She'd never done that for George, or anyone.
And she'd wanted to give it to Brendan.
That had been her plan. But Brendan had never been one to stick to plans. Groaning as his tongue did something wicked, she really couldn't complain.
His mouth continued to plunder, bringing her higher and higher. Without warning, a wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her gasping for air as her body jerked.
Her cries echoed throughout the room, subsiding as Brendan finished feasting.
"You are incredible," he whispered, his hands caressing her inner thighs. "Absolutely perfect." The look in his eyes made her feel every ounce the incredible woman he seemed to think her. When she was with him, she felt like a different person. She felt "special."
The word crashed through her brain. She'd spent years believing she wasn't as good as her siblings. Believing she would never feel the depth of love her parents felt.
But ... she felt it now. Felt it for Brendan. And gazing into his eyes, she believed he felt it too. Brendan's words from brunch came back to her. He thought she was special. He wanted her exactly as she was. And if she let him, he could give her a future she'd never dared dream about.
"I bet you tell all the women that," she teased, closing her eyes as she tried to lighten the mood. She kept them closed as Brendan pulled her into his arms, his fingers caressing her cheek as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
"No. Only my mate. Only you."
Julie's eyes flew open. Mate? Had she heard him correctly?
Gazing into his eyes, she knew she hadn't imagined it.
"Are you sure? Please be sure," she continued before he could answer. "Because I love you so much. I wouldn't survive it if you're playing around or---"
Brendan's mouth crashed down on hers, cutting her off.
This wasn't a kiss of passion or love. It was a kiss about possession. Julie gripped his shoulders, unable to do anything but hold on. The fierceness thrilled her and terrified her in equal parts.
Mate. She'd never dared to dream. But this kiss ... this kiss embodied everything she'd sat up at night longing for.
Heat and love mingled together, bringing utter contentment with them. Her heart swelled and Brendan, already so much a part of it, flooded every inch. Years of loving him from afar hadn't prepared her for this all-consuming joy.
They were both panting when he released her. He swung her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, sitting against the headboard with her on his lap.
"I love you more than words can express, and I am going to take care of you the rest of our lives." His lips brushed against hers. The gentle caress was such an extreme contrast to the last kiss, it made her breath hitch. He adjusted their positions so he sat behind her, surrounding her with his body.
The rest of their lives. It sounded wonderful. Permanent.
To feel like this---knowing she was loved, cherished---filled her with pleasure she couldn't begin to describe. Without a doubt, she was the luckiest woman alive.
"You're perfect for me." The breath of his words caressed the skin behind her ear, causing her to gasp in surprised delight. He froze. At least she thought he had, until his lips touched the spot again. His curled lips tickled against her skin.
"Hmm, I think I found a secret pleasure spot." Her body arched, thrusting her breasts upward as his lips stroked the sensitive area with every word. His chuckle rumbled from his chest.
The sharp scrape of his teeth caused her to shiver. His arms tightened around her, reassuring her she was safe. She breathed deeply, inhaling his scent---sweat and man. It was more enticing than any high-priced cologne.
Instinct took over as he nibbled a trail lower, reaching the juncture of her neck. As if a dam had broken inside her, she pulled away long enough to remove her shirt. Then she attacked, her lips taking his, trying to fuel his desire until he was consumed along with her. She ripped at his shirt, desperate to see his bare chest.
A button hit her arm, flying off his shirt as she yanked too hard. She barely felt it. All she felt was need. Need to have Brendan inside her, filling her as only he ever would.
"Slow down." He caught her hands as they ripped at the last pesky buttons. "We have forever ahead of us---"
"No. Now. I need you right now." She shrugged out of her bra and threw it across the room. She rubbed against him, eager to feel his skin against hers.
She shoved him onto his back, her focus captured by Brendan's erection. As she stared, a drop of liquid seeped out.
Unable to resist, she leaned down and took him into her mouth, closing her eyes as the salty taste hit her tongue.
She wanted to continue. To bring him the same devastating pleasure with her mouth that he had done earlier for her, but her body protested. Her own needs soared to the surface.
Unable to wait anymore, Julie rose, lining Brendan with her opening. As she sank on top of him, she braced her hands against his chest.
Bliss filled her as she moved against him. A sense of rightness, of belonging, surrounded her, bringing deeper pleasure with it.
Her breath caught as she fell into a speedy rhythm. His hands shifted her body, and she cried out in surprised pleasure as she felt him penetrate deeper.
One hand reached up and pinched her nipple. It was the last sensation she needed to send her flying over the edge into ecstasy.
On some level she was aware of him rolling her, lifting her legs. Of his furious thrusts as he groaned out his own pleasure, but her mind still grappled with the intensity of her release.
She lay there, cuddling against him, waiting for her wits to return. She felt as though she would have flown away if not for his body surrounding her, grounding her.
She placed her lips against his shoulder, content to remain as they were for the rest of the night.
Lost in her thoughts, she became aware of a strange wetness against her leg. For a moment she couldn't breathe as memories collided around her, shattering her calm.
They hadn't used a condom.
The feel of him inside her, unsheathed, was wonderful. But the potential consequences overshadowed her joy.
She wasn't on the pill. Had stopped taking contraceptives after breaking up with her last boyfriend. There had been no need since she'd planned to remain single.
Brendan claimed she was his mate, but what if he didn't want children? Would he change his mind? Could he? Please let her not have ruined things already.
Having grown up in a family of wolves, she knew some details about mates. They weren't "official" until he bit her, injecting her with an enzyme to mark her as his. It wouldn't turn her, nothing would. But even though there was no outward change, she knew she remained unmarked.
She'd heard whispered conversations about the incredible pleasure of mating. How mates were connected in a way not visible to others, but that was felt as clearly as if they were tied together. By not marking her, did he have the option to choose someone else? Apprehension and worry warred inside her, forming a ball in the pit of her stomach.
His weight lifted, and he gazed down at her, his confusion evident.
"What's wrong?" The desire to snuggle into the hand caressing her cheek and ignore reality pulled at her, but she knew she had to face this. It would be easier to face rejection sooner if he decided to turn away. She braced herself.
"No condom." No other words were needed. His eyes widened as he realized what she had moments before. He glanced between their bodies as if to double check, but she knew as well as he did they'd forgotten in their haste.
He sat up, pulling her with him until she straddled his hips.
"Is there a reason you're so panicked about it?"
Whatever response she'd expected, that wasn't it. She tried to formulate a proper reply, but all that came out was,
"I'm not on the pill."
"And..." His eyes narrowed.
"We haven't discussed whether or not you want children."
Silence. His gaze locked on her face until she looked away and bit her lip in discomfort. Here it comes, she thought, steeling her heart. Whatever happened, she had to stay calm.
She would not break down in front of him. That could wait until she got home.
"I assumed we'd wait a while, but whatever happens, we'll deal with it. And don't think I can't see you preparing for, I don't know ... rejection, or scorn. Don't you understand what it means when I say you're my mate? It means we're a team now. No matter what life throws at you or me, we're in this together. You never have to face anything alone ever again."
She held his words to her heart, letting them warm her.
Was it any wonder she loved the man? But there were other worries she needed to address, things he probably hadn't considered. Things she'd worried about since she'd been young.
He needed to know what he might be resigning himself to.
She loved him too much to trick him.
"What if---" Her voice broke, and she took a calming breath, forcing herself to continue. "What if I can't have shifter children?"
"Why wouldn't you be able to?"
"I'm one of the only shifter-born full humans, ever. What if there's something in my makeup preventing it? Some kind of
... shifter gene suppressor. I might pass it on to my children.
They might all be human like me." She whispered the last, knowing she had to get it out but terrified of his reaction.
"I'd love every single one of them as much as I love you.
Human or wolf, they'll all be precious, because they're a part of our love." She read the sincerity in his eyes and almost broke down. How had she gotten so lucky?
"Now can we stop all this nonsense, and go take a shower?" he suggested. "I'll let you wash my back." He wiggled his eyebrows.
She smiled, staring into his hopeful face. She should've known Brendan would say the right thing to ease her fears.
Her giggles filled the room as he pulled her to her feet and chased her into the bathroom.
"Hey, Jules, delivery for you."
She glanced up from her book. A delivery? She didn't remember ordering anything.
Wondering what it could be, Julie walked out from behind the stacks. Samantha and Laurie stood beside the counter where a single red rose rested in a slender glass vase. Next to it stood a bottle of champagne, the Moet & Chandon label pointed toward her.
"Looks like Brendan has something special up his sleeve for tonight." Laurie nudged Samantha with her shoulder as she said it.
Now that she knew the truth, Julie couldn't believe she'd once thought Laurie and Brendan were mates. Their relationship had always been more brother-sister in nature than romantic. But wanting Brendan like she did, the green-eyed monster came out when she'd seen all the time he'd spent with Laurie. Great---blinded with jealousy. She had become a cliché.
"I remember the first time Jason sent me flowers. I still pull out the card every now and then to read it." Samantha sighed and handed Julie the white envelope. Laurie said something, teasing Samantha about Jason's adoration, but Julie's focus was on the white square envelope in her hand.
She stared at it, nervous and excited at the same time. Had Brendan written something so romantic she'd be like Samantha, pulling it out of her underwear drawer when in need of a lift?
Breaking the seal, she took out the card and flipped it open. Her giddy excitement sunk and then vanished as she scanned the note. She read it twice, wracking her brain to figure out who the sender was before she recalled the name.
When it hit her, worry slammed into her as she read the short message yet again.
Julie. Will you let me share this champagne with you? We'll find out soon. Until then, Jay.
Jay, the creepy guy from the wine store? He'd sent them to her, which meant he knew where she worked. She'd met him outside of town, had barely exchanged two sentences with him and only given him her first name. Yet before her was proof he'd followed her, or tracked her down, or God only knew what, to find her. The message in itself sent ice through her blood, leaving her cold and shaking. We'll find out soon.
What did had he meant by that?
Somehow she knew it was true. He intended to see her again. And since he'd gone to the trouble of finding out where she worked, she could only imagine what else he'd discovered. She was suddenly very happy Brendan had broken her lock, forcing her to stay with him.
A tingling prickled the back of her neck, making her scan the store. She knew it was her imagination. Knew the three of them were the only ones there, but the feeling of being watched didn't abate.
"Julie, what's wrong?" She heard them from a distance as she tried to wrap her mind around the message. Had he followed her car? Ran her license plates? And to think she'd considered going out with him. She quelled the shiver of apprehension, imagining herself on the evening news, her body left lying in a ditch somewhere.
"Julie!" Laurie stood in front of her, gripping her shoulders and giving her a firm shake. "What's the matter?"
She looked into her sister's eyes, but still couldn't form a reply. Brendan would flip, she had no doubt. But she could control him---if he even had to know in the first place.
Her siblings, however, were another story. They'd overreact. Even more than she was at the moment. She thought of the past weekend. How the idea of her and Brendan together had caused her brothers to hunt him down.
Laurie gave another shake, dragging Julie back. She saw the worry and protectiveness inside Laurie's eyes, and knew there was only one option. She had to lie.
"It's nothing." She strove for a smile, but found it harder to summon one than usual. For years, she'd perfected her shield, smiling through the pain, and no one had known her true feelings. But two weeks with Brendan, two weeks of smiles and laughter, and her mask no longer fit as well as it used to.
"It's not 'nothing.' I saw panic on your face---" Her eyes dropped to the card clutched in Julie's hand. "Give me that card." Laurie reached for it, but Julie flung her hand behind her back. Growing up with four wolf siblings had taught her to be quick on her feet.
"It really is nothing. I'm just worried about what Brendan will think. They're from an ex, that's all. An ex I want nothing to do with. If either of you want the champagne it's all yours."
Julie strolled behind the counter and chucked the flower into the garbage.
"Wow. Must've been some breakup," Laurie murmured.
Her eyes burned into Julie, telling her without words she didn't believe her story.
Julie took a deep breath, knowing what she had to do.
She'd wanted to keep her relationship with George a secret from her family. But if revealing some small details would help her keep her freedom, it was the lesser of two evils.
Besides, she'd told Brendan the entire story a few nights ago.
He'd helped her realize she hadn't been the problem. George had cheated on her because he had issues, not the other way around.
"You could say that. It wasn't a 'breakup' so much as an
'Oh, I walked in on you having sex with the slut from your economics class' realization." She crumpled the card in her hand, tossing it in after the flowers, hoping her story would discourage more questions. She turned, ready to resume work, but swung back.
"Listen," Julie began. "Do you think we could keep this between us? I don't need Brendan getting all jealous or anything. I don't know why George is contacting me again, but there's no reason for Brendan to worry."
"Lying to your mate isn't a good way to start off."
Samantha's voice was soft but strong. The word mate stood out. Brendan and she hadn't discussed the subject since that night weeks ago. She'd gotten the impression he was trying to ease her into the idea before marking her, but she was more than ready. Still, she hadn't uttered a word. How had her family figured it out?
"We've known for a while, Jules. The way he is with you.
It's obvious to any who care to look. He would've claimed you in high school if the boys hadn't warned him off."
"Can you read me that easily?" Julie blew out an exasperated breath. She used to be so good at shielding her emotions.
"You've been an open book lately." Laurie laughed as Julie turned and stalked away in a huff.
Laurie's laughter died as she watched Julie walk away. So that's what had happened to the boy her sister had gushed over last Christmas. There was no doubt she told the truth about the breakup. Laurie didn't, however, think his contacting her would bring such panic. She'd called Julie's name three times and shook her twice to break the spell.
As her sister disappeared between two bookshelves, Laurie walked behind the counter and looked at the trash. The crumpled card stood on top.
"Maybe we shouldn't." Samantha glanced in the direction Julie had disappeared.
"If all that's there is an apology from this George fellow, then I'll drop it and won't tell Brendan. But if it's something more serious, we need to be prepared. She still doesn't know someone broke the lock on her door, and I'm worried she'd hide it if something were wrong."
Flattening the card on the table, Laurie read the short inscription.
Well, shit. She hoped Julie had told the truth, but this card wasn't from a George. This was signed Jay. Laurie wracked her brain, but couldn't recall anyone by that name.
The message itself seemed harmless, if a little creepy, but the way Julie had lied brought a new element into the equation. She'd kept the secret of her last boyfriend for months. Divulging that information now proved this note, whatever it meant, was worse.
Picking up the phone, she placed it between her shoulder and ear as she dialed. This situation required reinforcements.
She handed Samantha the card as she listened to the ringing on the other end.
"Hello," Ethan answered.
"We've got a problem. How soon can you all get here?"
"Problem? Is Samantha okay?" The panic in his voice was unsettling.
"Samantha?" Why was Ethan worried about Samantha?
"She's fine. She's standing right next to me."
"Good. We're on our way. We've got more trouble than you know."
"What is that noise?" In the background, Laurie heard snarls and growling. It sounded as if her brother stood smack dab in the middle of a dog fight.
"That would be Jason. We'll be there soon, just watch the girls until we arrive. Both of them." The line went dead.
Jason? She'd never heard him so worked up. As the Premier, he usually kept a cool head. Picking up the phone, she dialed Brendan, then Gwen, relaying the message.
Something told her everyone should be present.
Julie watched her three brothers stalk into the bookstore, her eyes widening as she saw the way Ethan struggled to restrain Jason. What the hell was the matter with him? His glare searched the room, and she sensed the feral rage inside him as it passed over her.
Without warning, Jason snapped his teeth at Ethan, who jumped back in surprise. The moment he was free, he ran for the coffee counter where Samantha stood.
Julie watched the scene play out, mesmerized by the depth of emotion. Jason grabbed Samantha, his hands running over her as if checking for injuries before cradling her in his arms.
She looked bewildered, but clutched his back, whispering in his ear. Whatever she said seemed to work as his body slowly drained of tension.
Longing filled her as she took in the scene. But even as she wished for the comfort of her lover's arms, they surrounded her. She knew it was Brendan without having to look. His familiar embrace and scent eased her tension. As his lips brushed against her neck, she leaned her head against his shoulder.
"Gwen? What are you doing here?" She looked up in time to see Gwen cross to Ethan.
"Laurie called, said there was a family meeting. Did you not want me here?" she asked, a thread of unease entering her voice.
"Of course I do, pet. I just couldn't call while trying to wrestle one-hundred and ninety pounds of enraged wolf."
Oh no. Realization struck as she looked at the clock above the counter. Not even eleven o'clock. There was only one reason why her whole family would have ditched work and flocked to the bookstore. The stupid surprise gift. She looked at Laurie who met her gaze with no apology.
Julie sighed, resigned, and Laurie took it as her cue to move to the front door and turn the Open sign to Closed.
Trapped.
Brendan watched his mate as they gathered around some tables. She wouldn't meet his gaze, which worried him more than he'd like to admit. Why wouldn't she look at him?
"Julie got flowers and a bottle of champagne delivered this morning." His head shot up. Flowers and champagne? He pushed down a growl. Julie was his. "She said it was from an ex, but the note in the trash was addressed from someone different. It wasn't particularly worrisome, except for the fact that Julie panicked while reading it." Laurie passed the note around, and Julie glared at her sister.
"You went digging through the trash," she accused.
Brendan put a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her while inside his gut burned with jealousy and worry.
He looked at the note as Jason passed it to him. The Premier hadn't let go of his mate since entering the bookstore and held her on his lap, refusing to let her have her own seat.
Brendan read the words, and the growl he'd tried to contain burst out.
"Who the hell is Jay?" he asked, holding back his snarl.
Julie flung a glare at him, but he couldn't help himself. His emotions were too close to the surface. Instinct screamed at him to bundle her onto his lap and hold her the same way Jason held Samantha.
She glanced around the room, searching the faces of her siblings. It bothered him that she sought support from others.
Everyone must have shown her the same determination he did, because she clenched her fist and whispered a curse toward the ceiling before looking at him, an apology in her eyes.
"Do you remember the guy I told you about when you---"
She paused, sparing a quick glance at her brothers before clearing her throat, "uh, brought pizza to my place?"
He nodded, remembering the moment of fear she'd tried to conceal. At the time, she'd said it was over.
"The flowers were from him. But I met him a few towns over and never gave him any information. Just my name. My first name."
"Who is this guy?" Danny asked, looking down at the card.
"He hit on her. She said no." He explained what he knew.
Whoever he was, he was stalking the wrong girl. Brendan would rip him limb from limb just for scaring Julie.
His mind flashed to her broken apartment door. Whoever this man was, he'd signed his own death warrant.
"We've got bigger problems," Jason announced, clasping his arms around Samantha's waist. "We got a letter at the office this morning," Danny took over, "threatening Samantha if we didn't agree to back some policy being passed through the shifter council. It's a ridiculous proposal and would undoubtedly set all canine and felines against each other. I don't know why the cheetah prides are trying to get it passed to begin with."
"Why is that a bigger problem than Julie's letter?" Brendan asked, looking around the room. Both issues were concerning.
"This is my mate," Jason said, as if that explained everything. Brendan felt his face flush with anger.
"And this is my mate and your sister! You're just going to abandon her whenever something more important comes up?
She needs your protection too." How dare they think of Julie as an acceptable loss. He'd always thought of the Callahans as nurturing, but this was a side of the family he'd never expected. Throw the youngest and weakest to the wolves, so the rest of them stayed safe. Was this typical behavior for her family? If so, he'd take her away so quickly their heads would spin.
"Brendan, calm down. None of us are abandoning or ignoring Julie's problems. We just need to figure out how to keep both of them safe," Danny said from across the room.
"No. This thing with Samantha is more important," Julie contradicted.
Brendan swung toward her as she spoke. He opened his mouth to ask what the fuck she meant by "no," furious she would deny her own safety, but Julie cut him off. "The letter is a real threat. This Jay guy is just kind of creepy. We need to look at this logically and not let emotions get in the way.
Samantha is in real danger. We need to keep her safe."
"We need to keep you safe!" What the hell was wrong with everyone? Couldn't they see the same danger he saw? "It's not solely the note, Julie. I didn't tell you before, because I didn't want to worry you, but I didn't break your front door.
Someone else did. My blood runs cold imagining what might have happened had I not been there."
There was no disguising her shock. Her mouth hung open, and she stared back at him, stunned. He had wanted to keep this from her. To eliminate the threat before she knew the danger. As her mate, his job was to protect her and keep her happy. He didn't want her to doubt his ability to do both.
Well, that added a new level of fright to the whole situation. What if Brendan hadn't been at her apartment? She shook her head, not wanting to imagine the possibilities.
Thank God he hadn't listened to her rejection.
The broken door flashed through her mind and she paused, recalling the damage. Something wasn't adding up.
The more she thought about it, the less sense the whole situation made.
"Who would have the strength to break the lock like that?"
she asked. There'd been claw marks around the handle, and she'd thought Brendan's wolf, eager to see her, had done it in his haste.
"Probably a shifter. Whoever did it must have been strong," Ethan told her, clutching Gwen's hand. With danger so close, the men felt compelled to keep close tabs on their mates. A threat to any one of them raised the collective alarm.
She mulled over the information as she looked around the room. She'd always been good at puzzles, and this whole situation was certainly puzzling. But it wasn't logical to assume two separate threats were out there at the same time.
"Wait. What if the person, or shifter, trying to break into the apartment wasn't after me," she said, seeing a pattern.
"What do you mean?" Jason asked.
"I met Jay in Oakville, a full-human town. I didn't get the impression he was a shifter. And Samantha lived in the studio up until a few weeks ago. So what if the person who broke my lock was after Samantha and stopped when he realized she wasn't inside. It might have nothing to do with me."
It made sense, at least to Julie. She doubted more than one threat existed, and the letter clearly declared Samantha their target. Jay probably had nothing to do with any of this.
After all, some guys were just intense. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't see him following her home and trying to break into her apartment. No one got that attached after three sentences. Poor guy didn't know what kind of trouble he'd stumbled into by sending flowers.
"What about the note? You're not safe, either." As she looked into Brendan's eyes, she saw the worry and love there.
Her breath caught. She needed Brendan. She'd already known that, just as she'd known he loved her. But for the first time, she realized the depth of his emotion. He needed her as much as she needed him.
"I love you." She couldn't help but say it, even though it was random and out of place. Even knowing her family would tease her about it later. He tried to pull her into his lap, but she resisted, hearing him grunt with displeasure.
Priorities. Right now she needed to explain. With Samantha in danger, Julie needed to make sure everyone else's priorities were in line with hers.
"The gifts this morning were creepy, but not in a life-threatening way. Chances are he'll swing by the store if he wants to see me, especially since I'm living with Brendan now." The thought of their house brought a smile to her face, but she forced herself to continue. "And since Samantha works here all day, any protective detail can watch both of us.
So I think we should concentrate on protecting her. Even during off hours, I'll be around her a lot as we prepare for the wedding next week."
"The wedding is off. We'll plan another one once I'm sure it's safe," Jason declared. Because he held Samantha on his lap, he missed the heat that shot into his mate's eyes. Julie hid her smile behind her hand, knowing what was coming as Samantha shoved his hands off and stood.
"Oh no you don't, Jason Callahan. You don't get to make that decision by yourself. We are getting married as planned, and it is non-negotiable."
"But---"
"Non-negotiable!" she yelled in his face before stomping off. Jason turned his head to watch her, his shock evident.
Julie tried to stifle her laughter. It wasn't every day the big bad Premier got schooled by his tiny, arctic fox mate.
Normally, Samantha was more reserved and a bit meek, but she'd just proven to them she was more than capable of handling Jason when needed. Julie dared to look up, her gaze colliding with Danny's. Both burst into laughter at the same time.
"Ha ha. Very funny," Jason snapped, following after his mate.
"We need to talk."
Julie jumped as Brendan spoke in her ear. She hadn't been paying attention, and he'd snuck up behind her. She looked over her shoulder and saw the fierce expression on his face.
Uh-oh, this couldn't be good.
"Sure. Everything all right?"
"Well, something's bothering me. If you threw out the note, how were you planning on showing it to me later?"
Although his voice was calm and reasonable, something in the way he watched her preached caution.
"I don't know. I guess I wasn't thinking about it," she lied.
"Weren't thinking about it, or weren't going to tell me about it?" She wracked her brain, trying to remember anything she'd said or done that might have revealed her true intentions. Besides throwing away the card, she couldn't think of anything.
"Of course I was going to tell you. I wasn't thinking." As soon as the words left her mouth, she found herself backed up against the bookshelf, Brendan's arms caging her. The anger burning behind his eyes would have scared her if she didn't know for certain he would never harm her.
"Laurie said you asked her not to tell me. So either she's lying or you are? Something tells me she's not." His eyes changed to yellow, and as she watched, his fangs dropped.
The animal was close to the surface. Very close.
"I didn't want you to worry." It was a lame excuse, and she knew it.
He growled, grinding his hips farther into hers and pushing her farther against the bookcase.
"How can I not worry, knowing you would keep this from me?" He snarled at her. Actually snarled at her!
Heat pooled in her belly, and she felt her blood bubble.
What was wrong with her? She shouldn't be turned-on by this primitive grunting and growling. As he moved closer, she gripped his shoulders, his breath falling hot against her skin.
He ground his hips against her again, and his mouth claimed hers in a brutal kiss.
Her head fell back with a clunk against the shelf. Reason struggled to the surface, her eyes opening as she realized they stood in one of the aisles during business hours.
"Brendan, we can't. Not here."
He growled but moved away. He took her hand and pulled her toward the back of the store, opening the door to the storage closet and pushing her inside. He followed her in before shutting and locking the door.
"They'll still hear us," she whispered, as if they could hear the naughty thoughts in her head.
"Let them. Then they'll know you're mine." He pulled her back into his arms, his hand reaching under her skirt and pushing aside her underwear. He groaned into her mouth as he sunk a finger into her heat and felt her desire. Without warning he turned her around, flinging her arms on the wall above her head.
"You're mine, Julie. Don't ever forget that. You will not keep secrets from me. Will you?" God help her, the demand in his voice burned through her, heightening her senses.
She'd never seen this side of him, but it was sexy as hell.
"No more secrets."
She leaned forward, her head hitting the wall as he plunged into her from behind. Her hands clenched, searching for something to grip onto as sensation after sensation flooded her.
This was a side of Brendan she'd never seen. He was wild, letting his animal instinct control him, and she loved every minute of it. He pressed her shoulders farther into the wall while his other hand tilted her hips back. A strangled cry passed her lips as he sunk farther into her.
He made no effort to start slowly, but thrust into her with abandon. She neither needed nor wanted anything slow. The raw intensity of his need made her feel powerful. He might have pushed her up against the wall, but she'd pushed him to this. This was about his passion for her, and she gloried in every moment.
His hand stroked up her back, reached around and pulled down her shirt and bra, exposing her breast to the cool air.
The heat of his hand covered it, circling the nipple before rolling it with his fingers, pinching and releasing in rhythm.
Each pinch, timed perfectly with his inward thrust, propelled her need higher.
She felt the climax building where they were joined. Every glide brought her closer to the edge, and she cried out, struggling to reach the precipice. Her hips jerked as she tried to shove back against him, but his hand tightened, preventing it. The message was clear. He controlled the pace.
"Say it," he demanded.
Say what? Pleasure filled her mind, dulling everything else.
All she could concentrate on was the feel of him inside her.
She moaned as if in pain when his hips froze, his hand stilling her movements. No matter how much she wiggled, she couldn't escape his grasp.
"Say you're mine, Julie."
"Yes, I'm yours. All yours. Please." She knew she begged, but couldn't stop the words. Release was so close yet out of reach. She needed him.
With one hard thrust, he was seated fully inside her. She cried out as her body clenched around him.
His lips nuzzled the back of her shoulder. It was the only warning before his teeth sank in, marking her. Giddiness filled her, even as pain shot down her shoulder. Finally she was his forever, and no one could claim otherwise. The sharp sting faded as heat radiated outward from the mark in a steady throb.
The orgasm crashed through her without warning. Her muscles tightened before the world exploded, blinding her.
The onslaught of sensations bombarded her until she shattered. Never had she experienced release this intense.
She heard cries and vaguely registered they were hers before conscious thought fled.
The last thing she heard before the world went black was Brendan calling her name, but she was helpless to respond.
"Julie, come on, baby, wake up." He sat on the floor, cradling her in his arms and nuzzling her cheek with his nose.
Jesus, she'd scared ten years off his life. One moment she was clenched tight around him, and the next she'd fallen forward and would've hit the wall if he'd been slower reacting.
He'd heard that a mating bite gave both lovers intense orgasms when the enzyme binding them together was released. But he hadn't realized what "intense orgasm" meant until he'd experienced it firsthand. He was lucky he hadn't passed out along with her.
As the bond linked them together, Brendan's world had exploded. He'd felt her pleasure at the connection, and they'd fed off each other. The enzyme wouldn't change her, although she might gain some shifter perks. Not that he wanted to change anything about her, except maybe her ability to scare the living daylights out of him.
She groaned. His breath whooshed out in relief at the sound. Her eyes opened, and her gaze connected with his.
The wicked smile curving her lips was so contradictory to his frantic worry he had to take a mental step back. His brows furrowed in concern.
"Are you okay?"
"No." His heart stopped, but her smile belied the words.
"I'm not 'okay.' I'm wonderful." Then she looked around in confusion. "How'd we end up on the floor?"
Stunned, he continued to stare at her. Could she really not know she had passed out?
"What?" she asked, looking nervous.
Now that the panic had abated, he felt ... smug. Making Julie orgasm so hard she passed out could easily become his favorite habit.
He nuzzled her jaw, enjoying the way her head tilted to give him more access. She did it without thought, unaware of the action, her body opening into his embrace.
"Promise me you won't keep things from me anymore.
Mates shouldn't have secrets." She pulled away, and he felt the loss like a blow to the heart. But as he was about to follow her, she turned around, straddling his hips and resting her forehead against his.
"I didn't mean anything by it. I didn't think it was a big deal, and didn't want to worry you." Needing to touch her, he stroked her back. Mentally reaching out with their new connection, he sensed her regret.
Each mating was different, but he could tell their bond was strong. He couldn't read her thoughts, few pairs had that ability, but he could sense the nuances of her emotions. It was a handy trick, considering her skill at hiding them.
Wanting to test the link between them, Brendan thought only about Julie, letting his love for her, the delight he took at holding her in his arms, fill him. He projected his love through the bond and watched Julie's eyes dilate with pleasure.
"Oh, Brendan," she whispered before her lips slid against his in a tender kiss. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth, gently stroking his as if they had all the time in the world.
After all, they did.
Julie glanced at her watch with a frustrated groan as she exited her car. There wasn't much she hated more than being late. And being late to Jason and Samantha's wedding went beyond "bad."
The past week had flown by, her connection to Brendan growing each day. She'd be in the bookstore, minding her own business, and all of a sudden she'd be horny and know Brendan had thought of them together. It took some getting used to. But she couldn't be mad. Knowing without a doubt she was the only woman for him was a rush she couldn't begin to explain.
Earlier, Brendan had shooed her out the door, calling Ethan to let him know she was on her way to Jason and Samantha's where the girls were meeting. He would be taking his own car to meet the boys at the B&B Gwen owned, except for Ethan who was on guard duty.
Much to Jason's consternation, Samantha had insisted they adhere to the tradition of not letting the groom see her before the wedding. It had been quite a fight, and Jason had relented only after Ethan agreed to sleep in the guest room and protect Samantha with his life. Jason had been overbearing ever since receiving the note. Not that she blamed him---the thought of losing Brendan was enough to make her feel like dying.
She was more than halfway to the house when she remembered the gift for Samantha she'd left sitting on the counter. The sapphire hair barrette had been a favorite of their grandmother, and would look beautiful in Samantha's pale blonde hair. It would also cover something old, borrowed and blue. She dialed Brendan and cursed as it rolled over to voicemail, knowing he must have already left.
Turning the car around and speeding home, she hoped she could somehow beat the limo to Samantha's house.
Pulling into the driveway, Julie rushed into the house and snatched the silver-wrapped gift from the counter. She paused only long enough to lock the front door on her way out before hurrying to her car.
As she reached for the car door, a hand seized her from behind, covering her mouth. She dropped the keys and the gift in her terror, realizing too late she could've used them as a weapon. She tried to struggle free, but her attacker's other arm surrounded her waist, preventing any movement. The arm was strong, too strong for her to break free. She couldn't think, terror preventing any thoughts from forming. Oh God, she couldn't die like this!
She tried to pry away the hand over her mouth and drew in a breath to scream. The world went hazy as a sickening odor assailed her, and she drew in another breath to still the spinning. As her limbs collapsed, she realized what had happened and tried to hold her breath, but it was no use.
Reaching out, Julie sent one thought through the mental connection between her and her mate.
Brendan.
It was her last ditch effort before she fell into the black abyss beckoning her.
Brendan smiled as he walked into the B&B, Moonlight Burrows. Jason paced the entryway where a hassled Alyssa, Gwen's best friend and co-owner of the inn, attempted to calm him.
He didn't look like a man happy about his impending marriage, but Brendan knew that wasn't the case. He was chomping at the bit to get back to Samantha. He knew from hanging around their family so much that they'd only spent one night apart their entire relationship during which Samantha had gotten lost, ended up in a different shifter town and scared the living daylights out of everyone. Just the thought of anything similar happening to Julie made his eyes shift to the wolf's.
He shook his head. Nothing had happened to Julie. He'd bet that right now she was gushing over Samantha's dress and sipping champagne. He needed to get control of himself.
Using the connection between them, he reached out and sensed her worry. But he knew without digging deeper it was an oh no, I spilled something on my dress worry and not anything more serious.
Well, if she'd ruined the dress, he'd be more than happy to help her remove it. He smirked. The past week had been the best of his life. And the hottest. Julie had met him move for move, doing anything and everything he'd asked. But as much as he'd never thought he'd say it, the best part wasn't the sex. It was being able to curl around her afterward, feeling her rest against him and nuzzle his chest with her nose.
He understood Jason's frustration over not being able to spend the night with Samantha. Now that he was mated, being separated from Julie left him anxious, as if her mere presence settled his wolf. But even so, the tableau in front of him seemed a bit extreme. Unless something had happened to the women. A brief flash of panic accompanied the thought.
"What's the matter?" Brendan demanded, stalking farther into the room. Danny stood to one side, leaning against a wall, watching his brother pace.
"Nothing. We just spoke to Ethan, and he said everything is fine."
Brendan glanced back at Jason. This was definitely an extreme reaction if they knew everything was fine. Even after being separated from his mate for the entire night.
"So what crawled up his butt?" Brendan asked.
Jason turned toward him and the fire in his eyes made Brendan take a step back. He held up his hands in surrender before things got out of hand. Jason turned around and resumed pacing.
"Apparently," Danny paused and tried to hide his smile,
"Samantha is pregnant. And it's causing some rather dominant protective instincts to come out."
No wonder Jason's reaction had been so extreme to the threatening note. He was surprised Jason had agreed, even with Ethan there, to leave her for the night. He thought about how he would feel if Julie carried his child. The rush of giddiness almost made him dizzy. Julie swelling with his child would be a beautiful sight.
"As soon as Dad gets here, we're going to head over.
We've already told Ethan, and he's going to hurry the girls along too. I don't think the inn can take much more damage."
Glancing around, Brendan noticed one of the chair backs lay on the floor behind the seat. Poor Alyssa. Now he understood why she wasn't taking the relaxed stance Danny had.
Charles, their father, walked in the front door, took one look at his son and ushered them all outside and into the car.
No words seemed needed.
Jason growled, and Brendan covered his chuckle with a cough. He didn't want to meet Julie with a black eye if Jason took offense to his amusement. The conversation buzzed around him, but he tuned them out as his mind tried to focus on the haziness filling his brain.
Something wasn't right.
It came on suddenly, a rush of alarm, but he knew it was from Julie. This wasn't some worrisome dress concern. This was full-fledged, bomb-exploding terror. It only lasted a second before it was gone, but he hadn't imagined it. He swore he heard his name echoing in his head with fear and pain.
Trying not to panic, he looked toward Jason and Charles. If something had happened to the women they would have sensed it as well, right? After all, they both had mates there too. Jason continued to growl, but didn't appear any more anxious than before. Charles smiled and chatted away with Danny, looking as if he hadn't a care in the world.
Brendan bit his lip in indecision. He didn't want to rile Jason any more than he already was, but he needed to ask.
Was it his imagination or Julie crying for help? He had to know. "Did you guys---" he paused, considering how to phrase his concern, "---sense anything just now? Anything at all?"
All three of them stared at him for a minute before shaking their heads. Jason's eyes bore into him, demanding he tell them what was wrong.
"Never mind. Must be that artist imagination." He turned toward the window, so they wouldn't see his frown. It had felt so real. And Julie hadn't even been on his mind at the time.
He'd been secure knowing she was protected by Ethan, Laurie and Judith.
He got out of the car with the others and stalked inside the church. When he realized the women hadn't arrived yet, he walked toward the doors to wait. His wolf insisted on seeing Julie, and his human side wasn't arguing. He needed visual assurance she was okay.
He tried reaching out through the bond but felt nothing.
That was scarier than the panic. There was no joy or fear.
Just a void of nothingness. Even when she slept he felt something through the bond. Some sense of her dreaming conscious.
The limo pulled up to the curb, and he dragged his mind away from his dark musings, needing to see her. He watched Ethan exit the car and hold the door open as the women followed. Horror filled him as Ethan shut the door behind them---before Julie had gotten out.
They made their way up the short flight of stairs into the church, and Brendan pounced on Ethan, demanding to know where she was.
"She's not here?" he asked.
"I called and told you she was on her way over." Brendan's anger and fear hit the ceiling, and his voice rose as he took out his anger on Ethan.
"Whoa, calm down. She called, said she forgot something at home and would be late. When we got the call to leave early, I left her a message to come straight here. She's probably on her way now."
Brendan turned away, running his hands through his hair.
He felt the scrape of claws and knew he was about to lose it.
Julie was in trouble. She'd tried to reach out to him, but he'd brushed it off, thinking she was safe with her family. If anything happened to her, he'd never forgive himself.
"Something's wrong." His voice was guttural, but the way her family crowded around assured him they understood.
"What do you mean?" Danny demanded.
"I felt something in the car. Blind panic and then nothing. I can't sense her anymore. I ignored it, because I thought she was with you." He spit the last out at Ethan.
He looked at her family, saw the worry on their faces, and was grateful they took him seriously. They had to find her. It was the only thought rushing through him.
"Okay, let's not panic yet. We'll backtrack to your place, see if we can find her along the way," Ethan said, putting his hand on Brendan's shoulder and squeezing. "We'll find her.
Don't worry."
Brendan saw Laurie move between her brothers' mates.
She'd protect them while the rest of the family found Julie.
The other members of the pack, gathered in the church to watch their Premier wed his mate, now stood. Some took position next to Laurie, others stared at Jason and Brendan for instructions. The message was clear. Julie was one of them, part of the pack, and they would help however they could.
Julie woke up disoriented. Where the hell was she? She tried to stay awake, remain focused, but the darkness pulled her back into its embrace and the world disappeared once more.
She didn't know how much time had passed before she came to again. Pain pounded a furious rhythm behind her eyes. She placed her palm on her temple as she leaned up and gazed around. It looked like some kind of cabin in the woods somewhere.
The room spun, and she swallowed the bile rising to the back of her throat as she struggled to remember.
A flash of her car door---the hand covering her mouth while the other gripped her waist, preventing her from struggling---
had her sitting up in panic. The world swam, making her regret the action. Whatever they'd done to her had given her a major hangover.
"So you're awake." Julie spun toward the male voice. The man in the doorway wasn't someone she recognized. "Who are you, and what do you want with me?" She hated the way her voice shook. If only the room would stop spinning, she could figure a way out of this mess. She had to get home to Brendan. Thoughts of her mate steadied her. He would come for her, and when he did this man would regret ever touching her.
"No need to concern your pretty head with that. As long as your brother does what he's supposed to, you'll be fine." Jay strode into the room, passing the stranger. Julie's eyes widened in alarm. Jay?
"What ... What are you doing here?" She couldn't believe her eyes.
"Oh, Julie, you stupid bitch. Did you really think you were so gorgeous I couldn't help myself? I'd hoped to do things the easy way. Get to you through your libido. But you had to mate with a dog." He spit the word out in distaste.
Her mind whirled as she listened to him. He'd meant to kidnap her from the beginning? She'd assumed he was interested in her, but she'd only been a means to an end.
"Why me? I'm not even one of them."
"Exactly. Why would I go after one of the shifters when there you are? Easy pickings." The cruelty in his laugh grated on her nerves as she shrunk into herself for comfort. "Don't you get it? You're the weak link. And to think how easy it was to lure them away from protecting you. One little note, pointing the trigger at someone else, and they flocked to the little fox. Stupid mutts. But no matter, they just need to care about you enough to support the bill in the council. If all goes as planned, we'll let you go."
She pulled at the top of her dress self-consciously. They hadn't hurt her yet, but that didn't mean they wouldn't. His gaze drifted toward her cleavage, and she felt a flash of fear before he sneered.
"Don't worry. None of my pride would be interested in you.
You were born of wolves, and that's almost as bad as being one." He stalked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Julie glanced at the stranger remaining. His stare was frightening. A smile crossed his face, but the leer was far from comforting, and the words that followed were even less so.
"Not everyone has such discriminating tastes in our whores. Just wait until the next guard shift. Maybe I'll even stay and watch."
Panic flooded her. She had to find a way out of here.
Brendan would come, she had no doubt. But there was no guarantee he would find her in time. Even now the scent of the drug they'd used flowed from her pores. Brendan would never be able to track her scent.
There was no telling how long she'd been out, or how far they'd traveled. Or how long she had before they attacked.
She wouldn't sit by and let herself be violated, waiting for a rescue.
"Can I have some water?" she asked the man, hoping they didn't plan to starve or dehydrate her. She needed to get her wits back if she wanted to pull off an escape.
Brendan stared at Julie's car in their driveway. The door stood wide open, the car keys abandoned on the ground next to a cloth with a chemical smell. He wasn't an expert, but he could deduce what had happened here.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm the fear as he took a deep breath. Whatever drug they'd used masked her scent, but another, strange scent was present. He recognized it from whatever had been outside her apartment a few weeks ago.
The growl rumbled up from his throat as the shift overcame him. He'd hunt this fucker as wolf and tear him limb from limb. Nothing would stand in his way.
All around him he heard the cracks and pops that accompanied the shift into animal as others took to their fur.
The warm comfort of the shift, so contrary to the noise, overtook him. He let his wolf take charge, feeling the determination through his worry. They'd find his mate, and when they did, if she'd been harmed in any way, he'd hunt down the kidnappers and their families until he wiped out their whole pathetic line.
He didn't bother looking around as his wolf tracked the scent. He knew his pack would follow. His only concern right now was Julie. He had to get to her. Had to make sure she was okay. Afterward, he wouldn't let her out of his sight.
"I need to use the bathroom." Julie was still a bit dizzy, but the water and food she'd managed to acquire had done their part. Once her mind had cleared, she'd realized a couple things. One, Jay and this man must be part of the cheetah pride Jason thought had sent the threatening note. Two, they assumed she wasn't a threat as a human. The man had mentioned another guard, but when he'd opened the door to get her water all she'd seen was an empty room. Since waking, she'd neither seen nor heard anyone besides the two men.
Regardless, she couldn't risk waiting any longer. The other guard could show up at any time, and then it would be too late.
She needed to figure out how to get away. The room was devoid of anything she could use as a weapon. Even the lamps were bolted to the wall. Not that a lamp would have done the trick anyway. From childhood she knew it took a lot to knock out and keep down a shifter. She only hoped there was something in the bathroom she could use.
The man nodded, grabbing her arm in a fierce grip, and dragged her to the door next to the bedroom. He thrust her inside the room and stood in the entrance.
"I can't pee with you in here."
"I'm not allowed to let you out of my sight."
Rolling her shoulders forward and wringing her hands together, Julie tried to look feeble. The wobble she forced into her voice reinforced the intimidated image she strove for.
"Please. I'm just human. What can I do in here to cause trouble?" She pleaded with her eyes. The man snorted but left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Julie turned on the faucet for cover and assessed the contents of the room. Nothing! Not one damn thing would work as a weapon.
Her gaze passed over the toilet but quickly returned. She lifted the lid, grateful to find it wasn't attached and was heavy enough to do the trick. She needed to be fast. Once she knocked out the guard, she still had to find the keys to the truck she'd spotted in the driveway. With any luck, they'd be out in the open, waiting for her to steal them. But she wasn't relying on it being that easy. The day hadn't been lucky for her so far. She needed to get away before anyone discovered she was gone.
Julie opened the door, praying he waited on the other side so the door would provide a moment of cover. Her luck seemed to be turning. She heaved the toilet lid over her shoulder like a bat. A large rectangular bat, but a bat nonetheless.
As soon as the door cleared, she swung out, registering the surprise on his face before she connected with his head.
He went down in a pile, and Julie took another swing at his head, making sure he stayed out. The lid shattered under the force.
"Weak link my ass." She spit on him and searched his pockets, thanking God when she felt keys inside. She looked around and didn't see Jay anywhere.
Knowing she had a few minutes tops before the guard woke, Julie scrambled up and made her way to the door. She stumbled on the rug, still shaking off the effects of the drugs, but knowing this was her one chance to escape. They wouldn't mistake her as weak twice.
She fumbled with the door and peeked around the edge.
Still no sign of anyone. She looked toward the truck. It sat maybe ten yards away. She could make it.
Instinct took over and she ran. She threw her body inside the cab and shoved the key into the ignition. As it roared to life, she glanced in her rearview mirror.
Jay stood against a shed behind her, staring at her reflection with raw fury. The change overtook him, and he turned into a huge cat before her eyes.
Jason had been wrong. He wasn't a cheetah, although he had the same spots as one. He wasn't like any animal. He was as large as a lion, and his paws looked capable of tearing through the metal of the truck. She'd never seen anything so frightening in her life.
Her foot slammed down on the gas pedal, still watching the cat in the mirror. The car shot forward, flying down the dirt path. Now that she was outside, she recognized the area.
They were a few miles from Alpine Woods. If she could just get past the barriers of the town, she knew she'd be safe.
Now that she was in a truck, speeding away from the cabin, she could breathe a sigh of relief. No matter what animal he was, it was unlikely he could outrun her, right?
Sparing a glance in the rearview mirror, she realized how wrong she was. Jay had completed his shift and taken pursuit, gaining on her.
She swung the wheel to the right at the end of the dirt road, heading toward the more populated areas. The tires spun out, but she managed to keep control. Dismay filled her as she realized they were alone. She'd hoped another driver would see she was being chased. Preferably one with a gun to shoot the bastard.
The truck jerked as he slammed into the side of the cab.
Julie screamed as the wheels left the ground before crashing back to the pavement. The steering wheel jerked in her grip.
Jay turned and ran away from the truck. Julie didn't know whether to be relieved or fearful. Could it possibly be over?
As she relaxed, thinking she'd made her escape, he flew out of the woods on the side of the road, faster than before.
He slammed his bulky form against the side of the vehicle, and the weightlessness caused her stomach to lurch as the car rolled. Screaming, she hung on for dear life as it continued to tumble end over end off the road.
This wasn't how she wanted to die. She thought of Brendan, of the love they'd made that morning, and wanted to rail at the world. She still had so much left to give, so much left to do.
Her head slammed into the window as the car finally stopped. Thank God she'd fastened her seatbelt out of habit.
Water dripped down her face, and she lifted her hand to it in confusion. Where was it coming from?
Raising her fingers to eye level, she saw red smears on her fingertips. Not water. Blood. The world spun, and she sank into welcoming darkness. At least she wouldn't be conscious as Jay tore into her.
They heard the screams and the crunch of metal as they neared. Brendan had never been more terrified in his life.
He'd sensed her bravery and knew she planned an escape.
Pride had filled him at the thought, even as he worried and wished she'd wait.
He could save her. But Julie wasn't the type to sit and wait for rescue. She was braver and smarter than anyone realized.
Even him.
They'd thought she needed protection, but Julie was born of wolves. She had a warrior inside her. He hoped she got out without being harmed.
His paws pounded the ground between them, never stopping in his pursuit. Even if she got away, he'd still have to deal with her captors. They would live only as long as it took to track them down.
He sensed the moment her heart sped up in fear and knew her kidnappers followed her. He picked up speed, needing to reach her before they did. But even as he sensed they were closing in, he heard the crash. They were too late.
His wolf howled in pain and fury as the truck came into sight. It stood a few yards from the road, right side up, but the dents in the roof and sides showed evidence of a roll. The beast stood on its hind legs, its paws stripping the metal from the driver's side door. Inside he saw Julie, her face covered in blood, her eyes closed and lifeless.
The cat, some lion-cheetah hybrid by the look of it, raised its head as they neared. It roared once before taking off. The bastard was fast---faster than any of them---but Brendan was determined. No way was it going to escape. Not after taking his mate away from him.
The howls of his surrounding pack assured him they felt the same. The cat and whoever had helped him wouldn't live past the day. Brendan put on a burst of speed, but was brought up short as Jason dashed past him, blocking his way.
He snapped his jaws threateningly. Premier or not, nothing would stand in Brendan's way.
"Brendan, stop. Julie needs you right now." He looked toward Danny, back in his human form and standing naked next to the car. Brendan looked past him, his stillness allowing him to hear the moan within. Alive! His heart leapt.
He hadn't lost her yet.
"We'll take care of the bastard. We promise. But you're needed here. And none of us can be the mate she needs with her now. Only you."
It grated his nerves to admit they were right. He wanted to chase after their foe, the one who'd dared to hurt his love.
But his mate needed him. Not her brothers. Him. He shifted to human and pointed in the direction the pack had disappeared.
"Find him and make him pay." He didn't care that he just issued an order to his Premier. Evidently the wolf didn't either, as it jerked its head in a nod and took off. He had to trust them to deal with the threat. Right now, he had more important things to take care of.
He crossed to the mangled truck as her father pulled off the side of the road. Unable to shift and join the rest of the pack, he'd offered to follow them in his car, desperate to help find his baby girl any way he could.
"I'll call an ambulance," Charles said, pulling out his cellphone. Thank God he'd come along. Brendan didn't want to move her and risk worse injury, but didn't have any pockets in his fur for a cellphone. He brushed his hand down her cheek, wiping away the blood trail. She moaned as she tried to nuzzle his hand.
"No, no beautiful. You need to remain still until the paramedics arrive." He held his breath as her eyes opened and moved where she could see him without turning her head.
"Brendan? What are you...? Am I dead?" His heart missed a beat. The very thought was enough to bring him to his knees.
"No, honey, you're not dead. But you have to stay still, okay?" He gazed into her eyes as she agreed. "We're gonna get you out of here and get you patched up. I promise nothing will ever happen to you again."
"I got away," she whispered, then groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. "Kind of."
"You did good. I'm so proud of you, my mate." He whispered words of endearments, holding her hand as they waited for help to arrive until her father shoved jeans and a shirt at him.
"You'd better get dressed before the cops arrive."
He stood in indecision, hating to leave Julie's side, but her father was right. The last thing he needed was for the cops to arrest him for public indecency. He glanced between Julie's hand wrapped in both of his and the clothes Charles held out for him.
The wail of sirens in the distance made up his mind for him. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. Assuring her he was right next to her as he pulled on the clothes, he finished just as the ambulance arrived.
The paramedics assessed the situation, bracing her neck and pulling her out of the truck and onto a stretcher. Brendan followed behind the stretcher. The EMC workers tried to stop him from climbing into the back of the ambulance with her, but after one growl and a flash of his eyes they relented.
He sat by her head as they rushed to the hospital, stroking her hair. Julie kept fading in and out of consciousness, confused and disoriented each time she woke. He heard words like concussion, broken, laceration, but wasn't paying attention to them. All his focus was on Julie.
He couldn't lose her now. Not after everything that had happened. Why had he waited so long? Why had he let her out of his sight? She was everything to him, and he might lose her through his carelessness. Never would he forgive himself if anything happened. If she died, he wouldn't be far behind. His life would be nothing without her.
Brendan followed the stretcher as far as he could into the hospital. As it rolled into the "staff only" area, he put his head in his hands and did something he hadn't done since his mother's funeral---he wept.
Jason didn't feel the coldness of the ground under his paws, or the branches whipping his face. All his focus remained on the figure in front of him. They were gaining ground on their prey, sheer determination driving the pack forward.
The man who'd kidnapped his baby sister tripped, giving him the opening he needed. With a burst of speed, Jason closed the distance between them and tackled the man to the ground. His fangs sank into the beast's hip as they rolled across the forest floor.
The creature was larger than Jason's wolf, but Jason had something the thug didn't. A pack to fight beside him. The large cat didn't stand a chance. As the beast turned to confront Jason, three more wolves joined in the fray, but the villain only fought harder.
One of his wolves went down with a yelp as the cat's massive claws swung out, two wolves jumping forward to take the empty place. The claws caught Jason on the side of the face, but he ignored the pain.
By kidnapping Julie, the man had not only attacked Jason's family, but also his pack. As Premier, he needed to be the one to finish this.
More wolves joined the fight until her abductor lay immobile and panting on the ground, overcome by sheer numbers. Jason unhooked his fangs from the cat's side and moved forward until he stood next to the bastard's head.
Rage hammered through his blood. As a rule, he didn't enjoy killing, taking down prey only when he needed to eat.
But this man was a threat to his pack, to his family. He had drugged and stolen his baby sister from her driveway. A snarl erupted at the thought. It would be Jason's pleasure to bring this man to justice.
Positioning his mouth just right, Jason hardened his heart.
One twist would crack the man's neck and end this nightmare.
"Jason, no!" His body froze even as his gaze rose at the shout. Cody, Premier to the neighboring fox pack---skulk, he reminded himself---stood naked in front of him, surrounded by dozens of red foxes.
"Stay out of this, Cody. It doesn't concern you," Ethan spoke as he stepped forward, having shifted to human. Jason remained exactly where he was, mouth wrapped around the cat's neck, gaze glued to the fox in front of him. They'd chased the beast closer to fox territory than he'd realized.
"We need him to find Julie," Cody reasoned. How the hell did he know about Julie?
"How do you know about Julie?" Danny voiced the question Jason wasn't able to ask as he strode forward to stand beside Ethan.
"Samantha called."
The statement caused a growl to burst from Jason's throat.
Months ago, his mate had gotten turned around in the woods and ended up in the fox town. When Jason and Laurie had gone to pick her up, Samantha had on the fox Premier's clothes, having none to wear after shifting back to her human form. Even though he knew nothing inappropriate had happened, he still resented the reminder that the two had remained friends.
If his hands weren't currently full, he'd wipe the smirk right off Cody's face.
"We've got Julie. This is tying up loose ends." Ethan's voice was rife with a companionable fury to his own.
His mouth tightened on the neck below him, preparing for the final blow, but Cody's voice halted him once again.
"Stop. If Julie's safe, killing the cat is vengeance." Cody came forward and stooped, meeting Jason's wolf eyes. "You know the repercussions this kind of thing can bring."
When the shifter council had formed, they'd created a set of rules for all shifters to abide by. Although they respected each pack's need to protect its territory, killing another human or shifter was forbidden unless a pack member was in danger. And the council had members---assassins---to enforce the rules. There'd be a trial, and although it was doubtful Jason would be punished too severely, there was a risk. He thought of Samantha, waiting in her wedding dress for him at the church. Of the child they were expecting and knew the risk was too great.
"We can't just let him go," Ethan raged. But Cody was right. As much as Jason wanted to side with his brother, he needed to keep a cool head.
It wasn't his job to enforce the rules. The council did that, and Jay had broken a cardinal rule. No matter what the dispute, humans were off limits. Harming one in any way was punishable by death. It didn't matter if they were mated to a wolf, and it wouldn't matter that Julie was born of wolves.
She was human, and by kidnapping her, Jay had sealed his fate.
"Your rage makes sense after what he did to your family.
But don't let it rule you. Go. Take care of your sister. If your pack will help bring him to our jail, I'll make sure he's delivered to the council for judgment." The fox Premier's gaze never wavered from his.
It was the right thing. But releasing the man beneath him was one of the hardest things Jason ever had to do.
The fox Premier nodded and gestured to the other wolves to bring the hybrid back to their town. The fox turned to follow but swung back. "Oh, and call Samantha as soon as you can to let her know you're okay. She's freaking out. Made me promise to come out here and save your ass."
Julie opened her eyes, squinting against the harsh sunlight pouring in from the window. She was in a hospital. That had to be a good sign. She'd dreamed of Brendan, of him finding her, saving her from Jay. She looked down at the figure sleeping with his hands resting on her hospital bed. Not a dream.
Lifting her hand, Julie ran her fingers through his hair. He didn't stir, but a whimper escaped. He couldn't be comfortable, sleeping in a chair with his head and arms on the bed. She wanted him with her, surrounding her with his embrace.
But another need screamed for attention. She glanced around and spotted the bathroom across the room. She felt weak, her arms and legs slow to respond to her desire to leave the bed. Closing her eyes, she gathered her strength and rose, holding onto the sides of the bed for support. Her left leg gave out from under her as she tried to put weight on it.
She felt so drained. The accident replayed in her mind, but she didn't remember anything that would cause this much injury. She looked toward the bathroom again. From the bed, it had seemed doable, but now the small room looked impossibly far away. She would never make it. And the thought of crawling back into bed left her tired enough to cry.
"Brendan?" When he didn't stir, she tried a little louder.
"Brendan."
His head flew up, and his gaze shot toward the bed. When he saw her standing beside it, he rushed to her, his arms surrounding her, supporting her.
"What are you doing out of bed, beautiful? You need to rest."
"I have to pee." He looked toward the bathroom as if not understanding and then back to her.
"You should have woken me."
"I did," she pointed out.
His lips brushed against her temple, so gently it almost brought tears to her eyes.
"Okay, come on." He leaned down and scooped her into his arms.
"I can walk. I just need a little support."
"Let me take you. I know you can walk, but I need this."
She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. The waver in his voice was more telling than the words. She didn't want him worrying about her. If carrying her made him feel better, she'd let him carry her everywhere.
Once she finished in the bathroom, Brendan brought her back to bed and started to sit back in his chair.
"Please, lie with me."
When his gaze met hers, she was shocked by the pain and despair reflected in the depths of his eyes. Were things worse than she thought? A new, horrifying fear came to her. Her brothers would have gone after the rogue shifter. Yet none of her family was by her side. Please, please let them be all right.
"What's the matter? What happened?" She clutched his hand, desperate to know the cause of his pain.
"What happened? Julie, you were kidnapped. You were in a car accident. I almost lost you." The dam broke as her strong, dominant mate put his head in her lap and wept, his arms clutching her hips, trying to pull her closer.
Julie sat stunned. She'd never seen Brendan this worked up. Even at his mother's funeral, he'd only shed a few wayward tears.
"It's okay. I'm okay." She stroked his head, letting her touch soothe him.
"You don't understand. If I lost you..." His voice broke, and he paused to regain his composure. "...I wouldn't be able to go on. You are my everything."
Julie lifted his head until he looked into her eyes. "Do you think I don't feel the same? Brendan, for so long I thought I was alone and then I met you and realized, no matter where I am, I'm never alone, because you're there with me. Even in that dank room, I knew not to be afraid, because I felt your love and determination to find me. You are my everything too."
He knew she spoke the truth. Felt the love streaming through the bond between them. Without another word, he crawled into the bed and pulled her into his arms. The scent of his mate surrounded him, soothing his wolf.
She'd been in the hospital for two days, lapsing in and out of consciousness, never remembering where she was when she had come to. This time felt different. She spoke clearly, following the conversation.
Two days after the foxes had sent Jay to the shifter council, they'd received word of their judgment. As anticipated, they hadn't been lenient, executing him directly after hearing the case. The rules regarding contact with full humans was for all shifters' protection and was strictly enforced. If news of shifters ever became public, the council wanted to make sure nothing bad could be attributed to their kind. They'd been formed for that purpose, to unite shifters who normally would keep to their own kind.
"When can we leave?" Julie asked, and he tightened his arms around her. He wanted her home too, in their own bed where he could take care of her himself.
"As soon as the doctors say so, beautiful." And not a moment sooner. He'd never take a risk with her again. He'd stay by her side forever if that's what it took to keep her safe.
"I love you," she whispered, turning toward him.
"I love you too. Don't ever scare me again, okay?"
"I'll try not to." He growled, but felt her smile against his neck as she placed a kiss against his skin.
They'd wanted to keep her another day for observation.
She hadn't realized how much time had passed, or how seriously she'd been injured. The pack's doctor explained that had she not been mated to Brendan and possessed the shifter enzyme, she might not have lived. It had healed some of the internal bleeding before they had gotten her to the hospital.
Her entire family had visited her. At Julie's insistence, Samantha and Jason had gone through with the wedding the day after she'd woken. She was sorry to have missed it, but didn't want them to wait any longer. She felt bad enough ruining the planned wedding. Samantha needed her day.
"Comfortable?" Brendan asked, carrying a tray with her favorite breakfast foods into the bedroom.
"You know I can eat downstairs with you. The doctor released me. I'm all better." His answering growl brought a smile to her lips. Brendan had been overprotective ever since she'd returned home. "Okay, okay. No need to get all growly.
At least come sit with me and keep me company."
Brendan kissed her cheek as he sat on the bed next to her.
"Always."
She hid her smile behind her coffee cup, taking a small sip.
"Latte?" she asked, surprised he'd gone to so much trouble. "How did you get this here?"
"I know how much you like them, so I bought an instant coffee machine. Laurie came over and set it up while we were in the hospital."
"I can't believe you did this."
"I would do anything if it brings you happiness." And she knew, without a doubt, he would. She leaned in and kissed him, putting all the passion she had in her heart behind the kiss. No matter what, she vowed to make him as happy as he made her.
Pulling him onto the bed, Julie sat on his lap and pulled the tray of food closer. She alternated between eating and feeding him. Although he tried to hide it, she knew he still relived the horrors of the past few days. Last night, he'd woken her, thrashing about with a bad dream. Not that her dreams had been pleasant lately either. Only time would dull the memories. And lucky for them, they had a lifetime to make better ones.
Brendan's nose nuzzled her ear, and his arms tightened around her waist. If possible, the connection between them had grown. Whether it was because of the mutual terror so soon after it had been forged or something that naturally grew with time, she didn't know. But now she caught peeks of his thoughts, not just his emotions.
She glimpsed a flash of her naked chest arching up against his hands and felt his erection rise up beneath her. Without a word, she set the tray aside and turned toward him, pulling her shirt off as she went.
"Julie, you're not strong enough yet." But the gaze that ogled her was filled with hunger.
"I'm fine. See?" She spread her arms wide. "I know you want this as much as I do. Don't torture me, Brendan."
He clutched her hips with indecision, the battle between his lust and his need to protect playing out in the features of his face. Julie reached up and cupped his cheek, trying to tip the hand in her favor. "I promise I'll be gentle," he said as he turned his head and kissed her palm.
"I know you will, love. I wouldn't ask if I didn't trust you."
Then his lips met hers with gentle passion before he pulled her under him. As he took off her shirt, Julie was filled with a sense of rightness. She was exactly where she belonged, where she would always belong. Whatever the future brought, they'd face it together. She and her wolf.
About Sondrae Bennett
I love romance. I love reading romance, living romance, but I especially love writing romance. There's no greater feeling than watching my characters come alive in each other's arms. Most of all, I love giving my characters the happily-ever-afters they deserve, with a little necessary drama first.
When I first introduced Julie in Arctic Winds, I immediately connected with her. Even though we only caught glimpses of her in the first two books, I knew her story was going to be special. Brendan was the perfect hero to prove to her how special she is and to help her find the wolf within herself. I hope their story has touched your hearts as much as it has touched mine.
When not writing, I can usually be found curled up on the couch with a good book, taking my dogs for walks or spending time with my family. I love to hear from readers.
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About the Alpine Woods Shifters Series
Available in ebook from Lyrical Press Book 2: Chasing Paradise
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