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    But then my eyes travel farther, in the shadows between two buildings. Even my enhanced sight can’t pinpoint the body I know is there.

    I open my eyes again, staring through the darkness at the ce where Rafe stands. I can isee /ithat for imyself/ii. /iI’m iasking /iiwhy /iiyou /iiallowed /iihim /iito /iget this close.

    As expected, he’s making my job easier.

    iReggie/i.

    iUnderstood/ii, /iiHigh /iiAlpha/ii. /i

    Her hips shift ufortably as I run my hand over her back. “Are you still dripping?”

    Don’t iyou /idare use Grace as ibait/ii, /iFenris warns me, his entire body stiffening from his position under the camper.

    “I’m not.” Insulted by my own wolf’sck of faith, I hop back into the vehicle, though I don’t start it.

    Her head moves in another slow nod. “I need a shower. I can’t get back into bed like this. I’m gross.”

    iWould /iiyou /i

    like me to remove the iBlue /iMountain Alpha iwith /iforcei? /iReggie suddenly offers, a hint of eagerness in his mental voice.

    “Not tonight. I have some work to finish.”

    The question is asked with perfect deference, making my finger tap a little harder. Reggie isn’t far from the Blue Mountain Alpha, with stronger senses. He’s fully aware of what happened here just minutes ago, but I’ve been very clear about Grace’s status. The man must be confused, and yet he isn’t asking questions. How strange.

    “Um, thank you,” she stammers, backing away the moment I hop out of the truck. “I should… check on Bun and Sara. Make sure they didn’t wake up.”

    I pull my jeans back up properly, fixing myself, and nce up to see her staring bat /bbmy /bcrotch looking even more crimson than before. Her mortification is clear on her bface/b, her gaze fixed on the wet stain she left behind.

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    bHe’s /bbstill /bthere, watching. I can feel his eyes bon /bthe camper–on her.

    I chuckle. iNo. /iiLet /ihim ibe /iifor /inow, ibut /iidon’t /iilet /iihim /iie /iiany /iicloser/ii. /iLet him bsee /bbwhat /bbhe’s /blost. Let him understand who she belongs to.

    iYes/ii, /iiHigh /iiAlpha/i?

    He’s probably itching to show his prowess after the massive sucker punch from Lyre’s magical protections.

    The new alpha seems disinclined to keep his distance from Grace, but at least he didn’t arrive in time to scent her climax, only its aftermath. Still…

    CAINE

    A faint nodding sensation against my shoulder.

    Since I’ve been, in essence, discarded after the deed, I circle the truck to enter through the driver’s side this time, letting my gaze drift to the shadows between two buildings.

    It’s an interesting feeling, to be ditched after sex. My lips twitch as she opens the door gingerly, before waving at me onest time.

    Her body stiffens. “No. I’m fine.”

    He isn’t in the wrong for waiting; if Rafe has no intention of approaching Grace yet, it’s better not to reveal his presence. Blowing out a sigh, I reply, iNothing /iiyet/i. iKeep /iwatching.

    He’s idrunk/ii, /iiHigh /iAlpha. iBut /ihe’s making no attempt to iget /icloseri. /iiJust/ii… /iwatching. “Positive.” Her voice is barely a squeak against my neck, making my lips quirk up. The faint buzzing returns for a second, only to disappear again.

    Alternately, he’s gotten his naughty little paws on wolfsbane.

    It should be a positive thing, but my lips turn down a little at the thought of our connection being reduced in any way. But more importantly, we need to get to the bottom of this transference. If this truly is something I can manipte, Grace will never be in danger again.

    And lose her scent? Absolutely not.

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    iInteresting /imate iyou’ve /iichosen/ii. /iiShe /iitakes /iiwhat /iishe /iwants iand /iiruns/i.

    “Do you want me to wipe you down?”

    “Of course 1–oh.” Suddenly, the strange feeling disappears. “Yes.

    Obviously. If it was, we would have recognized it from the beginning, and bGrace /bbwould /bnever have ended up in the hospital. Though if she was never at the hospital…

    It’s a little surprising to hear he’s drunk. It takes significant effort for a wolf shifter to achieve such a state–our metabolism burns through alcohol too quickly. He must have been drinking steadily for hours.

    But not with him watching.

    Grace awkwardly pulls away from my neck, tucking her hair behind her ear and not making eye contact. Instead, her gaze jumps from ce to ce, but never my face. “Are you at leasting inside to change your pants?” Her cheeks go vibrant red as she asks the question.

    I recline the seat slightly, positioning myself for a long night of watch, and allow myself a satisfied smile. b1 /b

    “Grace,” I murmur against her ear, and she flinches and buries her face further into my neck. “Are you in control?”

    My emotions are calm after a satisfying session with Grace, and I decide to let it slide for now. Let the kid think he’s gotten away with his stalking. His behavior isn’t enough to justify the actions I want to take.

    “Aren’t you the one who chose her?”

    Before I can respond, she bolts for the camper in her bare feet, somehow better able to make her way through the darkness, leaving me behind.

    Grace scrambles out of the car like myp’s an open me, leaving only the memory her warmth and her sweet, blueberry scent.

    of

    iYes/ii, /iiHigh /iAlpha.

    Closing my eyes, I reach for the pack bond.

    She nods, still looking at anything but me as she reaches for the door handle. Of

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    courseb, /bshe isn’t looking in that direction, either, making her hand grab at bair /bbthree /bseparate times before I reach around her, popping it open with ease.

    My eyes darken as I press my lips against soft golden hair. “You should go inside.

    “Are you sure?”

    iNot /iyet, I finally answer, feeling somewhat disgruntled.As if I would leave when another man’s watching over my mate and children.

    It feels most simr to dominance, the moment a stronger wolf releases their aura. bIt’s /bsomething I haven’t felt in years, but it’s also vastly different from my memory.

    Sliding my tongue over my teeth, I let my gaze wander over her body, barely decent in the moonlight. The scent of her arousal is still strong, and knowing the shredded remnants of her panties are on the floor of the truck…

    By the way my skin’s buzzing, I’m positive Grace has lost control again. It’s a faint feeling, something I never noticed before–or attributed to her touch without thinking

    twice.

    I settle deeper into my seat, breathing in Grace’s sweet blueberry scent mixed with the heady aftermath of our passion. My body still tingles with the echo of her pleasure, the way she came apart beneath my hands. No, I won’t be leaving her unprotected.

    iMy /iiapologies/i, iHigh /iiAlpha/ii. /iWhat iwould /iiyou /ilike me to ido/ii? /iReggie’s mental voice is carefully neutral.

    My fingers drum against my thigh. Grace’s ability to regte my emotions seems to be getting better, but it doesn’t erase my irritationpletely. Why is the Blue Mountain Alpha ilurking /inear Grace?

    I wonder if she realizes how silly she is.

    Hmm. Round two wouldn’t be a terrible idea.

    My eyes flicker to the camper in deep thought, wondering what Owen and the children would be doing now, without us in their lives. It’s a

    Obering thought.

    iThe /iiwitch /iseemed ito /iithink /iwe ishould /ibe able ito /icontrol it on iour /iiend/i. Fascinating iYou’re /iiright/ii, /iit’s as iif /ishe’s dampened the connection between ius/i.

    Hooking my finger over the tip of her nose in a yful caress, I exinb, /bb“/bbI’m /bnot bgoing /b

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    to wake the children for fresh clothes. I’ll change at the lodgei./ii” /i

    He’s been there for ia /iiwhile/ii, /iFenris points out. I iknow /iyou sensed him earlier.

    iWill /iyou be returning to the ilodge /iitonight/i, iHigh /iiAlpha/i? Or staying herei? /i

    “Do you want to shower with me?”

    She isn’t. She smells divine, and I want to breathe her in for the rest of the night as she sleeps wrapped in my arms. But the thought of Randy or Dn smelling her in the morning has me agreeing with some reluctance. “You should.”

    You’re right. It’s isimr/i, but inot /ithe isame/i.

    She’s blushing over wet pants, but not over demanding I fuck her.