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He shakes his head.

“No. Female Weres don’t have Wolves—only males. But your baby has Were genes—if it’s a boy, he’ll definitely have a Wolf.”

I shake my head.

“I don’t understand why Dirk never told me any of this. I mean, he has a Wolf inside too—right?”

Logan nods.

“Yes. Not as big as mine, since he’s a Beta, but he does have one. I don’t know why he never told you, either. It’s important for a future mate to meet a male’s Wolf. He should have showed you before you got married. It’s incredibly disrespectful not to.”

“I’m beginning to think I never really knew him at all,” I say softly and I feel tears rise to sting my eyes. “I only saw what he wanted me to see. He was putting on an act the whole time—leading me on.” I sniff and something warm and wet rolls down my cheek.

“Aww, sweetheart—I’m so fucking sorry. Come here.”

Logan puts one long arm around me and pulls me close. I go willingly and wrap my arms around his waist. I press my cheek to his chest, feeling the warmth of his bare skin against my face.

“I’m so sorry, Poppy. He’s a bastard,” he rumbles. “And I’m sorry I haven’t tracked him down yet. I even hired a PI, but no luck—he’s nowhere to be found.”

“He’s probably partying somewhere,” I say, my voice slightly hoarse. I sniff and try to stop crying. Even now Dirk’s betrayal hurts so much. “I thought…I thought he loved me,” I whisper.

“That fucker—I’d like to kill him for hurting you!” Logan’s arm tightens protectively around me. “I don’t understand how he could act like this—how he could treat you this way. I don’t get how he could abandon such a sweet, beautiful wife.”

I can feel my cheeks get hot. Does Logan really think I’m beautiful? Dirk used to give me compliments constantly—it was part of the love-bombing he did to reel me in, but now I know they were all fake.

But I can tell that Logan is sincere. He’s looking down at me with that unreadable look in his eyes again. I wish I knew what he was thinking.

“Er…I don’t know what to say.”

I swipe at my eyes. Somehow I can’t stop looking at him. He’s so big, sitting there, holding me. The room is dim, lit only by the firelight. The glow makes his skin golden. He’s freaking gorgeous and he smells so good—he smells like his Wolf. I love that smell. It’s the smell of home—of safety and security. Everything Dirk promised me and then yanked away at the last minute.

“You don’t have to say anything, kitten,” Logan rumbles softly. He dips his head and kisses my wet cheeks and lashes, kissing away my tears. He’s so gentle with me—his lips are soft and tender.

I know he’s just trying to comfort me, but for some reason my body reacts as though we were in bed together. I can feel my nipples getting tight and suddenly I’m throbbing between my legs. I press my thighs together, trying to ignore the ache I feel. Oh God, what’s wrong with me? Why am I reacting like this?

Logan’s nostrils flare and he pulls back and looks down at me, a little frown on his face.

“Your scent…” His voice has deepened to a soft growl. “You smell really good, Poppy.”

“So…so do you,” I whisper. His fur and spice and leather scent is invading all my senses, making me feel dizzy again. But not in a bad way—I like it. I like him.

You like your brother-in-law, a guilty little voice in my head points out. Be careful, Poppy! What the hell do you think you’re doing?

I draw back from him, though I don’t want to.

“Sorry,” I whisper.

“I am too,” Logan says roughly. And then he kisses me.

12

LOGAN

God, her mouth is so soft under mine. So soft and willing and so damn sweet.

I shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t give a damn. I love the feel of her in my arms—her luscious curves pressed against my chest. Inside me, I feel my Wolf rumbling in pleasure. Part of this is his fault—he doesn’t just like her now, he’s decided that Poppy should be his—should be ours. He wants to claim her pup too.

I never expected him to feel so much for her. She’s off-limits by Were Law, but he doesn’t care about that. He just wants to protect her and possess her and I can’t say I blame him—I feel the same way.