He was bigger than Michael. He’d beaten him in a fight. He’d attacked a Pack Alpha and won. The kind of power that hinted at made him dangerous on top of handsome and the fact that he kept staring at her and saying nothing but that one word,mine, sent a shiver of something terrifying through herveins.
Was it panic? She didn’t think so. Fear? No. And that was the truly terrifying part. Because despite his show of violence and aggression, she was fighting her legs to keep from moving towards him. Worse, she didn’t think it wasdespitethose things at all. She thought it might actually be in partbecausehe was so big andstrong.
She had the strangest feeling that she was supposed to be at his side, not Michael’s, but that couldn’t beright.
“I didn’t interfere.” Michael was saying, “Hedid.”
She cleared her throat, forced her gaze to her friend, “Michael, what’s goingon?”
He flickered a glance at her, his face softening with that look of concern again, “I’m sorry Zoey. I didn’t think he’d find you here, not with your scent hidden among the entire pack. I tried to stop this. I’ve been trying to stop this all damnday.”
“Stop what?” She asked in confusion and he reached for her but the second he touched her arm another snarl tore from the chest of the other man and she jerked away from her friend’stouch.
Michael’s touch felt… wrong, somehow. Not the comfort it had always been. Not causing that knot in her belly of need and despair. But she didn’t have time to think about that because the other man snarledmenacingly.
“Michael! I will rip your hands off and beat you to death with them if you touch what belongs to meagain.”
Michael growled right back, “Stop threatening me before you really piss me offRafe.”
“You want to fight me for her?” The other man’s dark eyes lit gold again; his wolf showing through it was so close to the surface, “Let’s fightAlpha. I’ll beat you and then I’ll take the girl and the pack. They were both supposed to be mineanyway.”
Zoey felt her jaw fall open. Rafe. Michael had called him Rafe again. Add in what he’d just said about the pack being his and that meant he was exactly who she’d thought he was when she got that first good look athim.
Her mind was whirling, “Michael? What’s going on? Tell me. Now. Because what my head is telling me can’t possibly be right… canit?”
Michael sighed, started to reach for her again and then must have thought better of it considering the threat hanging in the air. He swiped his hand across his jaw instead. When he met her eyes again, there was more than just concern there this time. There was also a good portion ofsadness.
“Zoey, you remember mybrother?”
“Rafael.” Her gaze automatically shifted back to him when Michael confirmed what she’d already put together, “Rafe.”
That flash of recognition hit her again along with something else. It had been a long time. She’d barely been a teenager the last time she saw him. He’d taken off after the accident that took his parents life and the life of his twin brother, the same accident that had made Michael Alpha of thepack.
It was the something else that distracted her though, the thing that definitely hadn’t been there when she’d known him before. The instant attraction to him was new. So was the urge to move towards him, to let him protect her, the belief that he was the one offering safety, comfort and home. None of that had been there when she’d known him before… before she’d turned eighteen, sherealized.
Her head was still trying to figure out what that meant, how that was possible, when Michael’s next words confirmed what her heart had been trying to tell her allday.
This was the important part. The impossible part. The part she never could have seen coming because it changedeverything.
“He thinks you’re hismate.”