Oh, Maeve. I hate to break it to you.... Sorry this is late, I hope you enjoyed the extra long chapter.
For someone that doesn’t know a lot about werewolves, Maeve sure knows how to wrap my wolf around her little finger. All she had to do was ask to speak to him and he practically throws me to the ground in our mind space to get to her. I’ve been fighting to keep him in check ever since. When I take her to the forest to shift, I don’t think twice about starting to strip. It’s just a natural occurrence in the pack. Her instant embarrassment reminds me that she’s not accustomed to it. I continue talking to her until I shift and then let Einar have control. He’s practically prancing as he walks over to get her attention and he’s definitely standing proudly as she looks him over, talking about how gorgeous he is. I just roll my eyes. ‘You’re just jealous. She likes me a lot more than she likes you.’ He says to me. Einar takes her around the pack lands, avoiding our patrols and other groups of wolves until he finally gets to his intended destination. The falls. I’m expecting that he’ll le
I’m going to have the best dreams about being carried by the strongest, sexiest, most attractive man…scratch that, most attractive werewolf, I’ve ever seen. I mean, I had no choice but to hold on tight. No choice. But, oh my, I’ve never had my legs wrapped around such narrow hips before. Narrow, muscular hips. Snap out of it, Maeve! You know he smelled how turned on you were before! He did, I’m sure he did. But then he wrapped my arm around his shoulder. Oh my, that shoulder. Naked, warm, muscular. And here I go again. Save it for later, Maeve. I see him give me a side-eye look. SAVE. IT. FOR. LATER. MAEVE. I scold myself. “You okay over there?” He asks. I stop, turning toward him. I may as well know for sure. “You can smell me, right? I mean, you can smell….when….” Yeah, I didn’t think that one through. He steps up to me, getting in my space. Geez, he’s so tall….and warm, and oh, good grief, he smells delicious. “Do you mean, can I smell it when you become aroused, like you
I have a tendency to get hangry. Hungry angry, or hangry, as my sisters call it. It’s a joke in our family. Never get between me and my food when I’m hungry. Not intentionally, but I have been known to shove my sistersout of my way in my haste to get to food. The minute I get away from the stinky smell of Maeve’s potion, I smell food and my stomach twists painfully, feeling like it's eating itself. There are only two things on my mind. Food and my mate. Sadly, I realize that in my hunger, I’m missing important cues. It’s not until I hear Maeve’s heart rate spike, smell the scent of fear and sweat on her that I realize something is wrong. All I’ve cared about was getting food in my stomach and making sure she was fed. Apparently, in my haste to get somewhere to eat, she assumed I was trying to get her into bed. I guess it makes sense. I thought that since she was aroused that she could handle a bit of teasing about it. And she did ask me about it, so I thought we were in a good place.
I wake up the next morning, shocked that I slept so well. It’s been a long time since I haven’t woken up listening for someone to bang on my door in the middle of the night or try to break in to get us. At first when I wake, I’m completely disoriented. It takes me a moment to remember everything that happened yesterday. Has it really only been one day? I can’t believe that less than 24 hours ago, I was putting Meadow and Tate on a bus. It feels like I lived a week in the last day. I get up, not knowing what to expect today. I’m guessing that I won’t be allowed to return home until I make the potion that breaks the spell. That will be a week. It’s a touchy spell, one that I have to slowly maneuver to work around the spell that Gwen wanted. I can do it, it will just take some time and a lot of subtly. I’ve just gotten out of the shower when there’s a knock at the door. I wrap a towel around my hair, piling it on top of my head and then around my body, not sure if I have clean clothes
It was a risk showing Maeve that I’d talked to her sister, but I also need her to start trusting me. I didn’t say or do anything that would upset Maeve, I don’t think. But, it’s still a risk. She zeros in on the one thing that I said that I knew she wouldn’t have, that they’d be together again soon. “I can’t bring them back here, Xander. I can’t keep them safe.” “The pack will keep them safe, Maeve.” “Xander, I’m a witch, my sister is a witch. There’s no way your brother is going to allow us to stay on his pack lands.” “I know you haven’t had a good experience with wolves, Maeve. But protection is what we do. We’re good at it.” “Well, it doesn’t matter. I have to be here for a week anyway to make sure the potion cures. After that, I’ll be out of your hair, and you won’t have to worry about me or my siblings ever again.” She says before digging into her breakfast. “M is scared, Maeve. She needs to feel safe. Tate needs to feel safe. They’re alone and they are juveniles. They…” “
I have no idea where Xander is taking me, but I’ll pretty much go anywhere if it means talking to Meadow. However, when we show up at his parents’ house, I nearly make a run for it. I’ve already had to face Xander, his brother, the current Alpha, and his sister. Now, I’m going to meet one of the original Guardians and one of the strongest Alphas that has ever lived? Yeah, not high on my to-do list. Xander’s mother’s name suits her, Angel. She has long, straight white-blond hair. She’s short, shorter than me, making her nearly a foot shorter than Xander, with grey eyes. She has a kind face and shrewd eyes. Those shrewd eyes are currently focused on me. “Come in. Both of you.” She says, stepping back. Xander puts his hand on my back, urging me to enter in front of him. I pull on years of strength that I developed dealing with werewolves and I walk inside. I refuse to show fear. I can hear the chatter of female voices coming from the living room. They sound happy. It makes my heart
I have never challenged my father before. I never had a reason to before today. He realizes instantly that she’s my mate, but he’s still willing to condemn her for something she had no control over. It’s Maeve who is able to diffuse the situation by using my mother’s Guardian gift. She doesn’t seem to know that my father has it too, since he’s her mate. After she tells her story, I know my mother well enough to know that she will want to look after her. I want it to be me, but I know, as soon as Maeve breaks down, that my mother can help her in a way that I can’t right now. Einar begins fighting against me, knowing that Maeve is more open with him than with me. He wants to care for her, be there for her and I have to fight him back. Once again, it’s Maeve that calms the situation by telling Einar that she’s okay. When they walk away, Reagan surprises both of us by scolding my father. Apparently my sisters are feeling protective of my mate. I like that. My father watches them leav
Alpha Liam told me that he was going to go to my shop and find the scent of the Whitmore brothers. He also told me that he wants me to consider bringing my brother and sister into the pack. He swore that he would protect them. While I want to believe him, I’m hesitant. My experience with the wolves up until now hasn't exactly been good. One good thing came out of that meeting though. Alpha Liam snarled at Xander for keeping my phone. “Give it back to her, Alexander. It’s her only connection to her family.” When we’d gotten back to the packhouse, I’d gone to the spell room, as Xander calls it, and he’d gone to get my phone. As soon as I was done with the spell, I raced to my room and called Meadow. They had just arrived in Montana. “Oh, Maeve, it’s gorgeous here. You definitely should join us when you can.” “How are you feeling today? Better?” “Yes, much. I’m sure it was all my imagination.” “Well, don’t become complacent. Stay alert, just in case.” “We will.” “Have you found a