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Trent didn't say much when they congregated in the adjoining room, the door separating the spaces open a crack to allow them to hear if anything untoward occurred. As an added precaution, Trent watched through the window, satisfied that the bathroom windows weren't large enough to admit anyone, which meant any attack would come from the front. Despite the fatigue pulling at all of them, they decided to talk. They kept their voices low so as to not wake Thea as they discussed ideas and hashed out plans. Participating seemed moot to him. He already had his course plotted. Get the biggest fucking gun he could find, return to the mountain, and shoot everything that moved. Twice. Then he'd torch the fucking camp. If there was a vampire hiding under one of the cabins, he'd burn to a crisp, which was kinder than the bastard deserved for messing with his brother. The time they'd spent in the truck, long hours spent covering their trail, he'd had plenty of time to think. It pissed T
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Head throbbing, Thea woke to find herself in the backseat of David's car. Lifting a hand to her face, she ran fingers over her fat lip and gasped when they came away bloody. Memories of what had happened back at the apartment with David-only it wasn't him-made her scramble to sit upright. "Rise and shine," he sang from the front, his eyes, still pinpricked with red, peering at her through the rearview mirror. "We're almost there." "Almost where? Where are you taking me? What the hell do you want?" she cried. She pounded at his shoulders, oblivious to the fact that he drove. He didn't flinch, but he did laugh, a chilling sound that halted her more effectively than violence. She leaned back in the seat and whispered, "What are you?" "Crazy?" He said it on a questioning note as he swerved the car back and forth across the road. Thea squeaked as she ricocheted side to side. "Stop it!" she cried. "You'll kill us both." He didn't reply, instead whistling an off-
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The pitiful sounds woke him, choked sobs and thrashing of blankets and limbs from the bed next to his. Trent rose and stared upon Thea. Tears wetted her cheeks. Her lips quivered, and even though she slept, he could smell the fear, the terror. "What's wrong?" Darren whispered from the gap in the adjoining door. "I hear crying." "She's having a nightmare," Trent replied. "Go back to bed. I've got this." "Are you sure?" "No. I'm going to let her suffer for no reason. Of course I'm fucking sure." "Well, excuse me for asking. Shout if you need a hand." Darren eased the door back to its previous position of open just a sliver. Trent crouched beside the whimpering woman, his conversation with Darren not enough to break her sleep pattern. "Thea, wake up." He spoke low and to no avail. She sobbed. He tried again, a little louder. "Thea. You're having a nightmare. Wake up." Reaching out a hand, he shook her shoulder. And still she cried. It tore at him.
Pack Chapter 88
A sane woman would have pushed him away. Slapped him. Kicked him in the nuts. But Thea had lost her sanity a while ago, during her captivity. All she knew was when she woke cradled in Trent's arms, she felt safe. Unafraid. Even as she recounted her experience, she didn't tremble or cry, his soothing presence making it easy for her to unburden herself. He listened, and though David was his brother, he didn't excuse his behavior. He condemned it. Trent took her side, and despite everything that had happened to her, it went a long way to easing her inner pain. Knowing she wasn't alone, that he intended to stand by her and the baby, suddenly made facing the future much easier to bear. What she found harder to understand was her physical reaction to his presence. Holy heat. Although only their upper bodies touched, and the brush of his lips on her temple left a lingering tingle, arousal blossomed. It baffled and embarrassed her. Sure, she'd not suffered rape during her incarcera
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Marc listened through the crack in the door. He couldn't help himself. A part of him was jealous and, yes, a little mad that Trent was moving in on Thea so quickly, especially after his bullshit of "I need to watch her 'cause I'm family.'" But honestly, if anyone had a right to first claim on David's widow, then it was Trent. The guy would never say it aloud, but despite not having a hand in it, he'd blame himself for what happened. Marc expected he would have fought his attraction to Thea longer, though, but then again, who could have resisted her soft and aroused please? Hell, Marc had almost gone in there on his knees to beg a turn. Probably not a good idea given they didn't know yet how she felt about having a mate, let alone more than one, although Trent had bitten the bullet and come clean with her, telling her how it worked in the pack. Even better, she hadn't freaked and said no way. They should be so lucky. But after that part of the conversation, it proved hard to rema
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As she woke the next morning, Thea waited for the shame to hit her. I slept with a guy I barely know. A guy she already felt closer to than the man who'd fathered her child. A man who gave her honesty and a choice. A wolf who had marked her and, according to his words, made her his mate. His forever. A sane person would have wondered if she'd dreamed it all, imagined the strange conversation and climatic sex. Who could refute it, though, with the evidence blatant in the way she was splayed across half of his naked chest, her head nestled on him, using him like a pillow, his arms wrapped snugly around her? It stirred her desire to life, which surprised her. Mornings weren't her forte. Listening to his heart, which beat steadily, she again focused on her feelings. Did she feel shame at what she'd done? Oddly, no. Would he? Totally different question. According to his speech in the middle of the night, they were now irrevocably tied. Would he still feel that way in the light o
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Darren could see the conflict on Thea's face. He'd not meant to cause it, but when she emerged from the bathroom looking so tempting and sexy wearing just a towel and damp skin, he couldn't resist. He kissed her on a flimsy pretext, and despite her words of protest, she enjoyed it. He'd not missed how her heart raced and her body softened, accompanied by the sweet smell of her arousal. Chagrin, though, did claim him a bit when he saw her upset at getting caught by Trent. Actually, a part of him had worried for a moment, too. It was one thing to share regular human girls and to preach pack law; it was another to confront it. Some males who found and claimed their mates experienced difficulties in the beginning when it came to sharing. Lucky for Darren, it looked as if Trent had already come to terms with it. Now they just had to convince Thea. Had to because, despite having only met her a few days ago, Darren wanted to make her his, badly. "So are we still on board for the p
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The house phone rang, the digital display showing a number she didn't recognize. Bailey answered. "Hello." Nothing. A silence broken only by static hummed in her ear, but of more interest, the scar in her lip tingled. "Jaxon?" she whispered, her heart stuttering to a halt. "Is that you?" For a moment, only more static greeted her. Then . . . "Hi, sweet cheeks." Suddenly boneless, she slumped into a chair. For a moment, pure shock kept her silent. Not for long. "Oh my God. You're alive. I knew it. I knew you didn't die. But where are you? Where have you been? Why haven't you called?" she accused. Left unsaid was, why didn't you return? They both knew how impossible that was. "I've been here and there. Trying to atone for my actions. Not succeeding as well as I'd hoped." Closing her eyes, she let herself drink in the sound of his voice. He spoke with a weariness that made her ache, ache for the man who used to laugh all the time, the man who sounded so
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