Alpha's Regret: His Wrongful Rejection

My heart twinges a little. Did Darragh really have to bail like that? I get that it came out of nowhere, and I needed to process, too, but aren’t males supposed to take charge in these situations, especially older males? Kennedy’s wolf rumbles in her chest with anticipation, cutting off my train of thought. “Is…

That is how he would look, if he knew he’d lose. I reach for the bond, and now, all there is, is love, flowing from him to me, calm and sure and peaceful. No. He can’t do this. My people’s murmurs fill my ears. “Watch, he’ll look to take Alban out when Alban delivers the…

“Nothing now.” She rises to kneel and wraps her arms around my neck. Her big, hard belly butts my stomach. She closes her eyes and moans. Dull pain flows through the bond. “What should I do?” It doesn’t seem enough to rub her lower back in the circles she loves. “Just what you’re doing,” she…

His lips look soft. My fingers itch. I have the sudden urge to touch his mouth, and that’s so freaking weird. He’s old enough to be my father even though he’s way younger than my dad was. Folks my dad’s age grew up in the dens. Darragh’s too young for that, but he’s definitely from…

The desire to leave takes over me again, and I search for Cadoc, willing him to finish this—whatever it is. He’s looking past me, scanning the crowd, not like he’s searching for someone but like he’s taking account. Then his eyes meet mine. They’re swirly and silver, unreadable and full of possibility. He holds out…

“What happened?” I whisper to Cadoc. We’re standing at an intersection of the boards near Nia’s. He sniffs the air. “They haven’t been gone long. Less than an hour I’d say.” We return to shore, stopping in the middle of the path. It’s a sunny, cool day, a wet hint of spring in the wind….

I don’t want it between this Cadoc and me. That Cadoc was him, too, though. I’d be a fool to forget it. “Rosie?” His voice is low. Worried. He feels my distress in the bond. It’s a more naked feeling than being in this tub. “It’s nothing.” There’s a pause before he speaks again. “Do…

I wiggle my wrinkled toes in delight. And then an image of Cadoc by the bed, tucking a flat sheet into hospital corners, pops into my head. Cadoc in my nest. My nipples, already hard from the chill, tighten to aching peaks. My wolf rumbles. Why are we into this idea? A squirminess invades my…

The corners of his mouth turn up. He drops his grip on my hand, but I leave it. He reaches for my damp hair, smoothing it behind my ear. Delicious shivers race down my neck. I swallow a moan. He strokes over my shoulder, down the sensitive side of my breast, over my ribs, my…

Beautiful. Soft. Sweet. We end up in our nest every time, and I fall asleep content and sated, and wake up with the fear invading my chest like icicles. And then comes the morning when Bevan and Seth Rosser hike into camp. Cadoc and I are sitting by the fire, and Bevan hoots from a…