She closes her eyes. She’s got her hands jammed in the hoodie pockets. “Haisley. Rowan.” She scrunches her nose. “Maeve. Shalene. Finley. Siobhan. Tierney. Iona.”
I, uh. Damn, she’s accurate. “It wasn’t, uh—” I don’t know how to tell her that it was only oral. Does that even matter?
She grimaces. “Their smell is everywhere.”
“It bothers you?” I kind of perk up. She minds. She cares.
She crosses her arms. “It’s not my business. You can do what you want.”
“Then sit down next to me.”
She’s shaking her head vehemently before I get the words all the way out. “I can’t.”
“You can’t stand in the doorway forever.”
She casts me a dark look. “Yeah. You’re right. I’m going out on the porch. If I stay in here, I’m gonna throw up.” And she turns on her heel and does just that.
She turns her back on her alpha. Me.
No one does that. No one. Even my father never walked away from me. He was too good a fighter to make that kind of mistake. And here’s Una, giving me her back at every opportunity.
My lip quirks up. She knows I won’t hurt her. Maybe not consciously, but something inside her—maybe her wolf—recognizes that in our pack of two, she outranks the hell out of me.
If she ever realizes the power that gives her, I’m fucked. But I can’t bring myself to mind.
My mate could stalk off up the hill to her place, make this is a real fight, but she doesn’t. She pokes around the front porch a little and then manages to lower herself to the top stair, stretching the hoodie over her knees as far as it’ll go to cover herself. That’s right. That body is only for me.
I’m gonna have to rethink the full moon runs. She can shift now, and I don’t think my wolf will be able to handle her naked around the other males for the swim afterwards. I’d be cool. I don’t have human hang ups. But my wolf, though. He definitely wouldn’t be okay with it.
I watch Una from the front window while I make a few calls. A few packmates pass on the path. She ignores them. They eye her, curious, but not curious enough to talk to a low-ranking lone female. She looks like she’s in time out on the alpha’s porch.
Rowan and Tierney strut past, and they bend their heads close, whisper and laugh, and glance in her direction. She doesn’t blink. Her back is straight, and her chin is up.
She’s a tough female. It’s a quiet strength. Not showy in the slightest. She’s the kind of fighter that makes a killing on the circuit. Everyone bets against the standoffish, silent guy, and then he’s always the one to come back with the KO in the fifth round.
Shy does not exclude fierce.
After I check in with our patrols—no news from the northeast quadrant—I call Ivo and tell him to post a male at the access road exit onto the highway. No one in or out. Then, I call Cheryl to get a crew over to do a deep clean. Replace the rugs and the sofa. I don’t take females to my bed, but I figure a new mattress and linens won’t hurt either.
Then, I check in with Tye. He’s pissed that I disappeared. I’m supposed to be meeting with the lieutenants to finalize the plans for Cadoc Collins’ training. The alpha of Moon Lake Pack is sending his heir to us for a few months to “hone his skills.” It’s gonna take almost the whole time to unteach him what he’s already learned. Moon Lake pack fights like bitches.
It’ll give me and Una a place to go, though, while Cheryl works her magic. I’ll take her by her old cabin first to get something to cover her legs, and then we’ll go to Tye’s.
I want to throw her on my bed, and fuck the salty out of her, but I’m gonna have to be patient. She’ll come to me in her own time.
Meanwhile, I satisfy myself by watching her out of the front window as she touches my bite mark with her fingertips.
Walking to Tye’s, it’s like I’m driving straight down a goddamn rumble strip. My chest is numb from my wolf’s constant growl. He doesn’t like males anywhere near Una, and of course, like always, a half dozen folks crawl out of the woodwork as I pass through the commons. Everyone wants something.
I cut each one off before they have the chance to get started, but they all come too close. And apparently, too close is within five feet of Una. Then ten and then twenty. By the time we get to the path to her cabin, word has spread, and packmates are gathering in clusters, gossiping. But at least they’re keeping their damn distance.
I’ve never felt this before. The growling rubs my nerves raw. My fangs have descended with no sign of retracting. Makes my mouth fill with spit. And then I get hungry.