Terry Spear’s Wolf Bundle by Terry Spear

her side and growled.
    The shattering of glass on the tile kitchen floor sent a spike of adrenaline racing through her veins. She bolted from the bed, tugged on the sweatshirt, and ran down the hall. All she could think of was protecting Devlyn, yet when she approached the kitchen, she realized she had forgotten the gun, even though the silver bullets were meant for Volan, should he ever find her.
    She peered around the cabinets to see into the kitchen.
    Standing in front of the refrigerator, Devlyn stared at the collage of pictures hanging from the door. Broken glass rested at his feet.
    “Devlyn,” she said under her breath, her heartbeat thundering.
    He looked at her. “Who sent the pictures of us to you?”
    Holding her breath, she rubbed her arms as a chill fluttered across her skin. She didn’t like the accusation in the tone of his voice or the anger in his eyes.
    “Who, Bella?”
    Without answering him, she turned to a cupboard, but before she could grab the broom and dustpan, he crossed the floor and seized her arm. Pulling her to face him, he asked again, “Who, Bella? Who in the pack knew where you were and for how long?”
    “Let go of me,” she growled and tried to free herself from his iron hold.
    He pressed her back against the cupboard and gripped her shoulders. “You didn’t really leave the pack permanently, did you? You kept in touch. Someone sent you our photos. The colored pictures more recently, black and white for some years earlier, sepia before this. Who’s been corresponding with you about us?”
    Tears rolled down her cheeks. If she hadn’t been so tired, if one of her own kind hadn’t killed a woman, if she hadn’t been incarcerated in the zoo, she could have handled Devlyn’s harsh accusations better. She missed them terribly, nearly every one of the pack…her family. But she wouldn’t be Volan’s. And if she returned, she’d have no choice.
    “Bella,” Devlyn said, his voice gentler as he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, “you cared about us, didn’t you? Even though you have more pictures of me than any of the others in the pack.”
    She wiped her eyes, attempting to avoid the implication. “He sent more of them to me.”
    “Who?” He laid her down in the bed and then unbuttoned his shirt. “You have mine more prominently displayed.”
    “There were more of them. I already said so.” Her voice was sterner than she meant it to be.
    His penetrating gaze clouded with lust and he yanked off his shirt.
    She tugged her sweatshirt off and tossed it on the floor and then pulled the covers up.
    A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He unfastened his belt and pulled his zipper down. His gaze took in her furnishings, but before he could look at her nightstand, she grabbed the picture off it and shoved it under her pillow. No sense in giving him the wrong idea.
    But he caught her in the act and his eyes turned black. “A secret admirer? A human male?” His voice was couched in anger. He sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. After pulling off his boots, he stood and removed his trousers, dropping them on the floor.
    Her gaze shifted to the dark curly hair between his legs and his prominent erection. He was ready to mate if she were willing, and the overwhelming animal urge instantly prepped her for his penetration.
    “Who sent the photos to you?” His tone turned lighter, more conversational rather than demanding.
    She glared at him, still annoyed with his earlier bullying. “It’s none of your business.”
    He hit the bed with his fist, shocking her at seeing his temper flare so quickly. She jumped, irritated with herself for reacting instead of remaining calm, unflinching.
    “Damn it, Bella. I’ve searched on and off for you for years.”
    Her eyes grew big as her heart leapt. Then she realized he’d followed pack orders—Volan’s command to have her returned to him. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. “Yeah, so you could