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.
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
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
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
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
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
Nathan hung up the phone and leaned back in his office chair. On days like these, the mantle of alpha and leader hung heavy. "What's wrong?" Dana, his mate and the love of his life, came into the room and draped herself on his lap. Her hands cupped his cheeks and tilted his face until she could see his eyes. "I just finished talking to Trent." "The guy who left to find his brother?" He nodded, unsmiling, for the situation with Trent and his friends still preyed on him. He'd labeled the men rogue, had to lest anyone call him weak. But, dammit, how he'd wanted to do the opposite and help them. Help them strike back against his twisted father. Their current stalemate with Roderick chafed, but experience had taught him that the vampire seemed to know one step in advance what they planned. So even though it burned him to do it, it was safest for Trent and the others to leave as a small group, outcasts to any prying eyes. They'd only partially succeeded. "And?"
The guys no sooner made their phone calls than they were piling out of the motel into the truck. Thea could tell by the glower on Trent's face he wasn't happy. Not daring to ask why, she listened avidly when someone else did. "What did he say?" Marc asked, his eyes trained on the road as he drove. "He'll help us to a certain extent." "Okay. What part is he balking at? Asking the other vamps for help? Gathering a posse to take Roderick out once we figure out how? Dangling himself as bait?" "No. He agreed to all that so long as we can get the information we need from the vampires." "Then what did he say no to?" Trent clamped his lips shut, and Thea suddenly knew. "He doesn't want me at his compound." He shook his head. "That's bullshit," Marc exclaimed. "What the hell?" Darren growled. "Don't tell me they're afraid of one little pregnant woman?" Even though she was curled into Trent's side, she couldn't help a spurt of warmth at