Tremon Visits the Northwest Pack
“Tremonandhispeopleare settled at Brightwater House, Alpha.” Jamie hovered at the desk after giving his report, and Briar came in after. Brightwater was an older home that had been lovingly restored and was now perfect to house guests. It was a bed and breakfast owned by the Pack and due to its history and location near both the vast forest and the sea it was almost always booked. But, Jamie had worked his magic, and it was now holding the entirety of Tremon, Donovan, and their contingent.
“Security sweep is complete with no problems.” Briar paused and Seath looked up.
“But?”
Briar frowned. “Most of the group have their personal shields locked down, as expected. Difficult to get a read for anything. We should still be vigilant.”
Seath rose to put a hand on her shoulder.
“Briar, if there is a problem, I know you will handle it. I trust in that.”
Briar nodded sharply. “I don’t trust them, sir. And I have nothing to base that on.”
Seath nodded. “You have your instincts, and that’s good enough for me. I agree that housing them out at Brightwater was wise. They are settled and tomorrow we will see what all of this is about.”
“Will you go there today?” Lycan asked. Seath nodded, although it was strange for Lycan to ask. Now that he worked with Seath in the office, he knew Seath’s calendar even more than a spouse would.
There was something raw and fearful in Lycan’s eyes, and Seath did not like it. He would have a talk in private with his mate before he made a formal greeting this evening to their guests.
Lycan, of course, had his own matters to attend to, so Seath found himself with Luke and Caine before he could get Lycan alone.
“What is bothering you? Is it this meeting?” Caine asked. The vamp would be going, he insisted on being able to judge Tremon in person.
“Lycan is acting . . .strange. I can smell fear, and I can see it.”
“You can’t blame him. You rescue him, he becomes the Alpha-Mate, and now here is your former intended?” Caine surmised.
“You think he questions us? I told him I love him.”
“That’s wonderful, Seath.” Luke smiled, but it made Seath realize he had only told Lycan in the middle of sex, and maybe that made it mean less in a way. He frowned.
Caine put his hand on Seath. “I think Lycan worries you will take one look at the prince and change your mind.”
“My mind and my heart know who they belong to.”
Seath’s head snapped up, seeing Lycan come in at the end of that statement. Good. Better he know about Seath’s feelings. Caine and Luke slipped out, letting them have the moment and the room.
“Do you worry about this, Lycan?”
Lycan’s hands fisted then released. “He’s very stunning. I looked him up, and I saw him when he arrived, and the astrologer said—“
“I do not need an astrologer to tell me what I know, mate. I don’t need that gold mark on your neck or how we respond to each other, but if you need evidence, there it is.”
Lycan’s head hung a bit, as if he was upset at himself, and Seath couldn’t have that either. Seath tilted Lycan’s head up, capturing his mate’s mouth in a sweet kiss.
“I meant it when I said I love you, Lycan. I. Love. You.” He pressed his forehead against his mate’s. “We have so much to still uncover about each other, but I’m falling for you, Little Wolf. You are my mate. By fate. By choice. This is just housekeeping to set right.”
Lycan shook his head but smiled just the same, smelling pleased but conflicted.
“I’m falling for you too, Seath. And it’s a lot. I don’t even know—”
“I know,” Seath sighed into a soft press of his lips to Lycan. “You are still finding yourself. But please know my feelings are deep, mate. And very real, the timing be damned.”
Lycan wrapped his arms around Seath’s neck. “Okay.”
Seath nuzzled Lycan’s neck at the mating mark. “I smell like you, and you know that. And that’s how I’m going over there for this first meeting.”
