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made up for it. “The loud one is Jensen Tate. The quiet
one over there is Tyler Herrick.”
The quiet man nodded, his hat maintaining his
shadows. Jensen, though, had jumped into clear
moonlight, still throwing an out-of-kilter glance at the
melted snow. One look and Jade had to gasp, though she
tried to tamp it down when Rysen stiffened behind her.
Smooth skin, tilted eyes—sharp, like a hunter’s—a bone
structure that was both masculine and fine. He’d be
delicate if he weren’t so weathered. In a word, beautiful.
“You could almost pass for a Sibile.” A lot more than
she ever had, anyway.
Jensen scowled, burying his boots in a drift of snow.
“I’m no one’s pet, lady.”
She opened her mind’s eye, unsurprised that Jensen’s
color was blue. Like her father, like Rysen. As deep blue
as the darkest color of the ocean. Except for the streak of
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moonlight blue across his chest. She glanced at the other
man, Tyler. Broader than Jensen, more heavily muscled.
Surprisingly, his blue was the color of a summer sky,
bright, inviting and content. He was about as dangerous to
her as a teddy bear on a shelf. Especially when across his
chest, from right shoulder to hip, swam a swath of pale
blue.
“They’re yours.” She turned her head to look up at
Rysen, relaxing in his hold. She released the light in her
hands at the same time, trusting in that electric streak.
Trusting in Rysen, she realized, unable to be concerned
about that strange turn.
“My brothers.” He eyed them over the car still,
hostility evident.
Jade shook her head, turning to face him, indulging
in the urge to press her hand to his hard stomach. He felt
like steel, but she knew he was warm flesh and blood.
Man, elemental. She roved her gloved hand in a circular
motion, wanting to soothe. They weren’t in any danger.
The men might recognize the scent of Heat, but neither
seemed truly interested in pursuing it. More likely, they
weren’t interested in challenging Rysen.
“No, yours. Loyal to you.” That loyalty wouldn’t be
split by something so slight as a female. She searched his
color, felt its life around her, but saw no trace of the other
men’s shades. She stared up, shocked. “You’re their
Alpha.”
Rysen’s scowl snapped downward at her and he gave
a sharp shake of his head. “They’re my brothers.” The
words brooked no argument, though she was tempted to
give him one. At the very least, she conceded, thinking of
the men watching with interest, this wasn’t the time.
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“If you say so.” Alpha law and all that, she mentally
added, trying not to smile. He wouldn’t appreciate it. She
pressed her face to his side, breathing in the cool scent of
leather and man. “But would your brothers mind if we
went inside? My legs are freezing out here.”
She felt him make a gesture of some sort, but it
didn’t matter. She was safe. Safe and exactly where she
needed to be. That is, until Rysen reached down and
swept her up into his hold. Cradled in his arms, she
opened her mouth to protest, but the hard command in his
eyes kept her silent. Something…Wolf was going on and
he needed her not to fight it.
She thought of her books back in the enclave. While
the writers didn’t know much about Wolf politics or
social cues, they did know that unspoken rules existed in
the packs and dominance needed to be established and
recognized at all times. If she was right and Rysen was
the Alpha of this particular group, undermining his
authority would be about as healthy for her as slashing her
own wrists.
Besides, his arms around her felt good.
Still. “You know I’m allowing this, right?”
His mild grunt was matched with a slight squeeze
around her thighs. “If you say so.”
So he knew when he was being pandered to. She
shrugged and slid her arms around his neck, breathing
him in and letting him have his way. She pulled a touch of
moonlight, just enough to make her point, and let her
palm heat against his neck as they passed the two other
men. Not to sizzle, just to tease. She smiled into his
shoulder when she felt his breath hitch. She brought her
lips to Rysen’s ear. “Just so you don’t forget.”
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Watching the two men converge in the snow,
stopping to watch them from a safe distance while Rysen
carried her into the cabin, she allowed herself a small
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