Van, Becca - Keira's Wolf Saviors [Pack Law 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Page A

Once she was done with her tears, she slumped down against him and drifted off to sleep. He would tell her when she was awake later that she didn’t have an option about David. It had been a choice of her brother or her, and he was glad she had chosen to keep herself alive.
    Devon and his brothers sat at Keira’s bedside for the next twenty-four hours. She drifted in and out of sleep as the swelling on her brain slowly lessened. They were eager to get her home and back in their bed where she belonged, and Dr. Stoner had said they would be able to take her home today.
    By the time Keira woke, the sun streamed in the windows. Devon had been glad his Alphas and Michelle had popped in for a visit last night to see how Keira was, and he was thankful Michelle had brought some of Keira’s clothes with her. He was eager to get out into the fresh air and away from the smells of the vomit and the clinical disinfectant used in the hospital.
    Keira was sitting up now, and she had a healthy rosy glow back in her cheeks. The bruise and knot on her temple had diminished, but he could still see by her eyes she was in a little pain. When she flung the cotton blanket aside and moved her legs over the edge of her bed, he and his brothers were at her side in an instant.
    “What are you doing, sweetness?” Devon asked as he took hold of her hand.
    “I need to use the bathroom and then I am going to shower,” Keira replied.
    “Let me help you, baby,” Greg stated as he scooped her up into his arms.
    “No. Put me down, Greg. I can do this myself.”
    “I know you can, Keira. Just humor me, okay? I need to feel you in my arms and take care of you for a bit,” Greg stated.
    Devon bit back a smile as he heard Keira sigh with resignation. He knew their mate was itching to give Greg a mouthful, but she closed her mouth, her lips in a thin line as she held her tongue. Yep, their little mate was going to be just fine.

    * * * *

    Devon was in the backseat of Greg’s truck with Keira. He had her snuggled up against his side and wasn’t about to let her pull away anytime soon. To have her in his arms, her scent in his nostrils, and the heat of her body against his after such a scare was pure heaven. He knew his brothers wanted to be in the back with their mate as well, because Greg kept glancing at her from the rearview mirror and Jake kept turning around to check on her.
    He had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, her head was resting on his chest, and she was sound asleep. No matter what she said, Keira still wasn’t fully recovered from her ordeal. As soon as they got her home, he was going to carry her up to their suite of rooms and tuck her into bed so she could rest. Keira stirred when Greg slowed the truck and pulled into the driveway of the pack house. She lifted her head from his chest with a yawn and stretched.
    “Are we home already?” Keira asked.
    “Yeah, sweetness. How do you feel?” Devon asked.
    “Tired. I would love a bath though.”
    “You can have anything you want, baby. We’ll have you settled in no time,” Greg called from the front.
    “I just need a bath. My muscles are still a little sore,” Keira stated.
    “We’ll give you a massage after your bath. That should help relieve some of the soreness,” Jake said.
    “You don’t have to…” Keira began.
    “We know we don’t have to, sweetheart, we want to. We like taking care of you. It makes us feel good,” Devon said with a gentle smile.
    “Well, in that case, I would love a massage,” Keira replied.
    Devon gave Keira another hug and scooped her up onto his lap as Greg pulled the car into the carport. He was out of the truck and on his way through the door to the house before she could protest.
    “You don’t have to carry me,” Keira protested halfheartedly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
    “I like carrying you,” Devon replied and continued right on up the stairs to their rooms and into the bathroom, his brothers following behind.
    Devon