others out to prevent them seeing the staff in their true guise, but even in his agitated state, he wondered why they hadn’t taken Rosemary away with the rest. At least he hadn’t blown the spa’s cover totally. He was sure he could talk her into keeping quiet about what she’d seen.
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His next observation almost destroyed his newfound calm. Screaming hysterically, Rosemary was fighting her way toward him, her eyes lit with anguish, aging face hard with resolve.
“Stop hitting him! Get your filthy hands off him! Let me get to him! Get back!” She paired each shrill command with a punch or a slap, working her way through the wall of wulves with grim determination. The wave parted until she stood, sobbing, breasts heaving, over him.
Wordlessly, Brandon opened his arms and she fell into them. Peace flowed into him as she snuggled into his embrace, holding on for dear life. He held her just as hard, his heart still thundering in his chest. He sat up, dragged her across his lap and rocked her in his arms, crooning, “Oh, honey, we’re okay…we’re fine…we’re gonna be okay.”
“Well, I’ll be damned! She’s a breed!”
“And a damned loyal one, from the feel of it,” Trey added, smiling. He rubbed at the fading scratch on his arm.
Enri sniffed. “I told you he’d impressed someone. I am a French wulf. We can smell passion a mile away!”
Catching Travis’s eye, Brandon offered a contrite apology. “Man, I don’t understand what just happened. One minute, I was normal, the next I felt like a moon-mad lunatic.” He made eye contact with each of the other wulves. “Guys, I’m really sorry. Did I hurt anyone?”
“The day a cub like you hurts me, I’ll be ready for neutering. Nah” -- Ruff smiled --
“you didn’t do any damage. Besides, if you had, we’d let it slide. It’s not every day a wulf finds a mate. Congrats.”
Shock had him glancing back down at Rosemary. She gazed up at him, trust and love shining in her watery hazel eyes. He drew her closer to his chest, dropped a chaste kiss on her forehead.
She was a breed…and his?
The possibility numbed his mind. “How is that possible? I’ve been around her all this time and never noticed.” He slanted a pointed glance at the rest. “And neither did any of you.”
“She hadn’t been activated, of course. Now, of course, you’ve taken care of that, Brandon.”
“But he fucked her weeks ago. Shouldn’t we have scented her once the cub tapped her?” A wulf named Curt swiped his tongue over a bite mark on his hand.
Brandon straightened with alacrity, grumbled a warning snarl to the group. “Watch your mouths! My bitch is right here!”
Enri tipped an invisible hat while executing a courtly bow. “Je vous demande pardon, cheri.”
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“Sorry, Rosie.” Ruff winked at her. “We don’t mean any harm. We’re just having a little male talk.”
She didn’t answer, just tucked her head under Brandon’s shoulder and curled her left hand around his waist. He wondered what she was making of all this. They’d have a lot to talk about when they could gain a moment’s privacy. For now, he needed more information.
“How could this have happened, though? How could a breed fly so far under our radar, so to speak?”
Enri scratched his head. “It seems this is a new development, mon ami. So, why not tell us what is different. What did you do, perhaps this morning, to bring about these events, hmm?”
Brandon stiffened, on the verge of taking offense. He thought better of it when Rosemary patted his back, wordlessly telling him she wanted him to cooperate. He leaned down, whispered in her ear, “You realize I’ll be sharing your private information, our private relations.”
She nodded, meeting his eyes for a small moment, long enough to let him see she understood he’d be revealing the details of their intimate lovemaking. He smiled at her and she gave him a wobbly
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His next observation almost destroyed his newfound calm. Screaming hysterically, Rosemary was fighting her way toward him, her eyes lit with anguish, aging face hard with resolve.
“Stop hitting him! Get your filthy hands off him! Let me get to him! Get back!” She paired each shrill command with a punch or a slap, working her way through the wall of wulves with grim determination. The wave parted until she stood, sobbing, breasts heaving, over him.
Wordlessly, Brandon opened his arms and she fell into them. Peace flowed into him as she snuggled into his embrace, holding on for dear life. He held her just as hard, his heart still thundering in his chest. He sat up, dragged her across his lap and rocked her in his arms, crooning, “Oh, honey, we’re okay…we’re fine…we’re gonna be okay.”
“Well, I’ll be damned! She’s a breed!”
“And a damned loyal one, from the feel of it,” Trey added, smiling. He rubbed at the fading scratch on his arm.
Enri sniffed. “I told you he’d impressed someone. I am a French wulf. We can smell passion a mile away!”
Catching Travis’s eye, Brandon offered a contrite apology. “Man, I don’t understand what just happened. One minute, I was normal, the next I felt like a moon-mad lunatic.” He made eye contact with each of the other wulves. “Guys, I’m really sorry. Did I hurt anyone?”
“The day a cub like you hurts me, I’ll be ready for neutering. Nah” -- Ruff smiled --
“you didn’t do any damage. Besides, if you had, we’d let it slide. It’s not every day a wulf finds a mate. Congrats.”
Shock had him glancing back down at Rosemary. She gazed up at him, trust and love shining in her watery hazel eyes. He drew her closer to his chest, dropped a chaste kiss on her forehead.
She was a breed…and his?
The possibility numbed his mind. “How is that possible? I’ve been around her all this time and never noticed.” He slanted a pointed glance at the rest. “And neither did any of you.”
“She hadn’t been activated, of course. Now, of course, you’ve taken care of that, Brandon.”
“But he fucked her weeks ago. Shouldn’t we have scented her once the cub tapped her?” A wulf named Curt swiped his tongue over a bite mark on his hand.
Brandon straightened with alacrity, grumbled a warning snarl to the group. “Watch your mouths! My bitch is right here!”
Enri tipped an invisible hat while executing a courtly bow. “Je vous demande pardon, cheri.”
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65
“Sorry, Rosie.” Ruff winked at her. “We don’t mean any harm. We’re just having a little male talk.”
She didn’t answer, just tucked her head under Brandon’s shoulder and curled her left hand around his waist. He wondered what she was making of all this. They’d have a lot to talk about when they could gain a moment’s privacy. For now, he needed more information.
“How could this have happened, though? How could a breed fly so far under our radar, so to speak?”
Enri scratched his head. “It seems this is a new development, mon ami. So, why not tell us what is different. What did you do, perhaps this morning, to bring about these events, hmm?”
Brandon stiffened, on the verge of taking offense. He thought better of it when Rosemary patted his back, wordlessly telling him she wanted him to cooperate. He leaned down, whispered in her ear, “You realize I’ll be sharing your private information, our private relations.”
She nodded, meeting his eyes for a small moment, long enough to let him see she understood he’d be revealing the details of their intimate lovemaking. He smiled at her and she gave him a wobbly
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