Page 54 of Claimed By the Wolf
I grunt at his wording. “You didn’t have a choice in the matter. I was taking her either way.”
I gesture for Brax to follow as I again reach for her hand, but Brynn stops us.
“What does this mean for our alliance?”
The question hangs in the air uncomfortably. Emeric and I face off again, the thickness sliceable between us.
“Why don’t we leave things as they are for now. Tentative peace,” Emeric mutters. “We’ll regroup when emotions aren’t running quite as high.”
“Good plan,” I agree tensely.
I tug on Brynn’s hand, the three of us making our way to my waiting vehicle.
“That was incredibly brave,” I tell her, pulling her against me.
“And incredibly stupid,” Brax adds.
“If she hadn’t done it, we would have been outnumbered,” I remind Brax.
He grumbles something unintelligible under his breath and heads toward his car as I open the passenger side for Brynn, allowing her inside.
“We’ll send for your things later.”
She looks at me. “I’m not worried.”
I lean over the door and peer into her eyes. “We’ll have them delivered to my estate.”
Sheer joy colors her face as she smiles. “Yes, please.”
I lean forward to press my lips against hers. For the first time, there’s no shame or guilt attached to our connection, only two mates embracing what they should have all along.
A soft purring pulls us apart, and Brynn chuckles, looking down at the black cat that had been on the battlefield.
“Hi, Alessa.” The cat morphs into her human form, and I recognize the dark-eyed female who had been among the shifters when I first arrived.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Alessa chirps, eying me through a fringe of dark bangs as she leans against the car. “I just wanted to let you know it wasn’t me who told him.”
“Okay.” Brynn glances up from the passenger seat.
“But I did what I said I would.”
Brynn appears just as confused as I feel by this whole conversation.
“How?” she asks. “If you didn’t tell him about me and Nox?”
“Oh, I have my ways,” she replies enigmatically.
Brynn and I stare at her deadpan.
She laughs. “Fine. You might have noticed that Emeric wasn’t particularly interested in mating with you,” she offers.
Brynn grimaces, folding her arms over her chest. “Thanks for driving it home. Yes. He did seem disinterested.”
Alessa chuckles again. “Don’t take it personally, Brynn. It’s not you. He’s hung up on someone else.”
“You!” Brynn guesses.
Alessa chortles loudly, attracting the attention of several pack members walking by.
