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Which reminded me that with my fertile period approaching soon, and this time having copious amounts of unprotected sex, I would have to go to the healers for the potion to prevent pregnancy. I hated using magic, but there were no other choices except abstinence. Condoms weren’t designed for our kind.
When all of our purchases were rung up and bagged, I shot a text to Hunter and not even a minute later he strolled into the store. He gathered up the dozens of bags like they weighed nothing, and piled them all into the back of the Mercedes.
“You certainly make life easier, mate,” I said, popping up on my toes to kiss his cheek.
He turned at the last second so my lips landed on his, and the rumble of his wolf reverberated down my spine until my toes curled in my shoes. “You will never struggle through life again,” he promised me.
My sigh was lost in our next kiss, and Kassidy groaned. “Come on, guys. I don’t want to see my brother making out. Not to mention we’re all lonely over here without soulmates.”
Cora’s face lit up as a Range Rover pulled in beside our car. “Speak for yourself, Kass. I’ve got mine right here.”
Warrick exited the vehicle dressed in a suit and looking very suave. “We’ve got a council meeting,” he explained, as Cora whistled and hurried toward him. “Members of all five cities are here.”
I met Hunter’s gaze, and he nodded. “Yeah, Slade is going to be at the house to take over security since I can’t miss this one. Jewels, and our few allies in the witch world, will be there too. It’s time to lay out a plan to draw Fletcher and the Termaine witches from their hiding spot.”
“Won’t Fletcher’s council want to take his side?” I asked. “Or Blaine’s?”
Hunter snarled, his expression lethal and furious. “Fletcher’s council is Golden Claw-he’s just never here enough to claim his spot. Not that anyone would have him at this point. He did himself no favors with the way he acted in the past.”
“And Silver City with Blaine?”
Warrick spoke up. “We don’t think so, but it’s one of the questions we have for them today. So far it appears they’re washing their hands of that pack. Especially since Blaine is the only one left.”
I hated knowing they were going into that building again, even if it had been repaired since the magical attack. “Stay safe,” I said. “After the last betrayal, I’m a bit nervous about these meetings.”
“We’ll be on guard, little omega,” Hunter said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead, wrapping his arms around me. “And I’ll be back in time to catch the game.”
Kellan and Finley’s game was tonight, and since we couldn’t be there, I was determined to support them from here. “We’ll be watching too!” Cora called, as she hurried over to give us one last hug. “Text me updates.”
After promising I would, she grabbed her bags from the car and left with Warrick. Hunter drove Kassidy and me to the compound, dropping his sister and her many bags off first, before he followed me into the house. He changed into a suit and kissed me quickly as he raced out the door.
Once he was gone, I tried not to panic at what might happen during the meeting. Hunter was powerful and capable, and could take care of himself, but when you loved someone, worry for their safety appeared to be part of it.
Slade wandered into the entrance hall as a nice distraction. He smirked at the pile of bags around my feet. “Had a productive day I see.”
I glanced down. “You know, it looked like a lot less in the store. Hunter did say go crazy and get what I wanted.”
Slade surprised me when he brushed a hand across my cheek, leaving a burning wake in its path. He’d been so distant lately that I soaked up that one touch like it was a full-body hug. “This is nothing, Snow. One day soon, all you’ll have to worry about is shopping, eating, and embracing your freedom. We can travel and see the world. Or stay right here in our home. Whatever you want.”
I shrugged, my heart beating so damn hard that Hunter, who was well on his way to the council meeting, could probably hear it. “You’ve already given me everything I ever wanted. All I need now is Fletcher and his witches wiped off the fucking planet.”
Slade’s expression softened, and again it was such a rare occurrence that my parched emotions were desperate for another sip. “You’re helping to heal all of us through your own innate magic, Emme. We can never repay that.”
I wanted to tell him that it was the same for me, but I knew if I spoke, my voice would crack, and I didn’t need this to get all weird and angsty.
Slade gathered up my bags, managing them easily in one hand, and I followed as he took the stairs three at a time to the second floor. In my room, he placed my new purchases in the wardrobe, and I decided I’d put them away later. Uninterrupted time with my most reticent alpha was too good to turn down.
“We have a couple of hours until the game,” Slade said, as if he’d had the same thought. “What would you like to do?”
Usually, he was more of the give an order and expect it to be obeyed alpha, but apparently he continued to channel his softer side. “What if I said face masks and a pedicure?”
His jaw twitched and he sighed. “If that’s what you want. I know you’ve been having a rough time lately. Or… we could practice reading?” He tagged on the last part with a semi-hopeful tone, and I managed not to laugh.
“I’ve been practicing my reading,” I told him, “And I’m happy with my progress. Could we maybe try knife training instead?”
During my early morning sessions, I’d grown more confident with weapons, and Horton had suggested we move on to real-still blunted-blades soon.
Slade’s relief was palpable, and I was almost tempted to go back to face masks just to stir him up. “Get dressed and I’ll meet you in the gym,” he said, leaving before I could respond.
After quickly using the bathroom, I threw my hair into a ponytail and dressed in black Lycra pants, a matching sports bra, and sneakers.
Slade was already in the gym, and I followed the sounds of thuds to find him in the back corner whaling on a boxing bag.
Oh. Fuck. Me.
He was shirtless, with just his gym shorts and sneakers on. He wasn’t sweating, but I sure as hell was as I watched the play of muscles in his broad shoulders every time he slammed his fist into the bag. It swung hard into the wall, and when it returned, he smashed it again.
“These bags are made by a shifter company,” Slade said, and even though I shouldn’t have been, I was surprised that he’d already sensed me standing there. “They make it from a synthetic material which can withstand our strength.” He was speaking words, that was for sure, but all I heard was static in my head as I drooled.
When he hit the bag one last time, catching it on the backswing, he caught me mid obsessive stare. “Uh, right? Very strong,” I managed to say, as I sucked in a ragged breath.
Slade relaxed back into his stance, arms crossed over his chest to highlight both dragon heads. His gaze was heated as he ran it down my body, taking in my workout gear too.