Fortunately, I don’t have to go far to discover why a woman would gasp in pain.Yet again, it’s another of Nolan’s enforcers who all seem to take after their Alpha. I don’t know all of their names, but I remember this one because he was laughing with Stewart in the den. Liam. He’s like a dark-haired version of Shane Dacre, beautiful, but cruel.“Leave her alone,” I order.The man turns from the dark-haired woman he has pinned to a tree by her throat.His lips curve in a smile. “And just what—”I don’t bother with words this time. I reach for the pain and the anger that lives inside me now and I let it loose.With a muffled groan, he stumbles back from the woman and drops to his knees, as he grabs his head.Since I still have no idea how to control this strange, curse-like gift, he isn’t the only one I hit.The woman cries out as she sinks to the ground and lowers her head.I rush over to her side. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you too. Are you okay? Should I get—”The woman, with h
Nolan shrugs as if unconcerned though I know he isn’t. His smile is too hard to be true amusement. “Whatever you think. But eat. My enforcers keep finding food in your room and we’ll have to assume the women in the kitchens are feeding you.” He stares at me then. “You eat with me or not at all. Someone will pay the price for that.” “You won’t find any more food in my room.” I’ll just eat whatever I can either once I’ve helped prepare the meals with the other women, or when I’m helping to clear the dining room afterward. It’s a small rebellion, but it’s one of the few ways I can fight back. My ability to lash out with anger or pain doesn’t work on him no matter how hard I focus. I’ve tried so many times now, but it only ever hurts those nearby. Never Nolan. Given that he’s over six feet tall, heavily muscled, and fast, I don’t have a hope in hell of beating him in a fight, as human or wolf. All I can do is refuse to eat. Running doesn’t work either. Not when I’m deep in the
My steak takes up nearly three-quarters of the plate, leaving just enough space for a small baked potato dripping with butter and chives tucked alongside it. I know it’s strange to focus on the contents of your plate when a stranger rips you from your home and leaves your mate for dead. That’s if he wasn’t dead already. But the alternative is worse. So, instead, I focus on the food. Although the rich scent of grilled meat tickles my nose and makes my stomach grumble, I don’t do as everyone around me is doing. I don’t eat even one mouthful. All around me, the scraping of knives and forks on plates grates at me. Energetic chewing has me fighting the urge to scream. Occasionally, someone gulps from their glass of water. Those are the only sounds that accompany every meal here. No one ever talks. Not because the food is just so good that no one wants to ruin it with conversation. The reason no one ever talks is because of the man sitting in the seat opposite me. No, that’s not
He frames my face with his warm, achingly familiar hands. Hands that used to toss me in the air and catch me when I was small. “That’s why you’re sending two. Mine is going on the wall.”I grin at him as my eyes fill with tears. He pulls me close for another hug before he releases me to follow my father back to Minnesota, with no idea when or even if I will ever see him again.“Aerin?”I turn to Mack, still standing near where I left him. “Yes?”“Faith and I have to talk. You go in with Bennett, okay?”I glance at Faith, who I find staring at her feet. And then I know what Mack intends on doing. “Mack…”He offers me a sad smile. “I won’t be long. Maybe you could fry up some bacon?”“He’ll have me,” Adela says, speaking for the first time as she rises from a lounger, “in case Faith needs me.”After nodding, I turn and walk inside the house with Bennett, who hasn’t shifted yet, close beside me.Nearly thirty minutes later, when Mack doesn’t return, I abandon the bacon I fried up for us
Mack gazes at his father for several seconds without speaking. “Given the way you treated Mom, leaving her so unhappy that she felt the only way to escape her miserable life was through death, you’re one to talk about family.”My heart bleeds for Mack, and I squeeze his hand in comfort.Connall’s face turns white. With rage, I think, until he speaks. “It wasn’t my fault.”“You always put her last, that’s if you remembered to think about her at all. You abandoned me as well as your pack when you couldn’t deal with the guilt. Now that you want something from me, you’re here. Leave. Now. Everything I want and will ever need is right here.”Anger and pain flare hot and bright inside Connall. As I watch it rise, I squeeze Mack’s hand and wait for the inevitable explosion.What I’m not expecting is for Connall to turn around and walk away.“You’re bleeding.” My father’s words draw my gaze from the retreating figure.I find his eyes on my hands with their torn and broken nails. He’s not the
He stopped at the clearing near the stream long enough for Mack to dress in the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing before, and slip the rucksack of food containers on his back.On the way to the house, Mack tells me he and Bennett shifted to wolf to come after me when I didn’t return or answer the phone. Since Bree did nothing to hide her tracks, it was easy for him to follow the drag marks through the forest and to the clearing.I fill Mack in on everything that happened, including my mistaken belief that Faith or his father tried to bring a tree down on my head. He listens in silence, and then he scoops me into his arms and refuses to put me down again despite my telling him that I can walk just fine.“I nearly lost you. I need my mate in my arms,” he tells me simply.So I loop my arm around his back and rest my head against his shoulder. “You’re very good at knowing what to say to get what you want.”I feel him smiling as he holds me tighter against him. “It’s the alpha in me,” he sa