Fuck that. He told her he wanted a relationship, and he’d meant it.
Why did she look so nervous then? Why did her hands tremble? Did she doubt him? She shouldn’t. He lived in Vancouver, the same city and only a thirty-minute commute away from her place. They’d make this work.
“Brenna.” Her name rolled off his tongue.
She stopped visually sweeping the room and turned to him. “Yes?”
“I—”
Bam!
The cabin’s front door slammed open and interrupted what he’d planned to say.
Chapter 15
Brenna stood in shock as a blonde bombshell with a classic hourglass figure, big ski-bunny hair, and a porn-star worthy pout barged into the cabin and threw her considerable charms all over Eric. Her body wrapped around his, like an octopus attacking prey, and her strong werewolf scent bopped Brenna on the nose.
“Eric!” she squealed. “I was so worried.”
Eric’s parents clambered into the cabin through the open door and wiped their feet on the rug. Paul Buchanan looked like an older replica of Eric, with the same powerful, tall build and sandy hair. He radiated control and power. Brenna forced her wobbly knees to remain straight instead of cowing under his alpha gaze. She wasn’t in his pack she didn’t have to submit to him.
Shannon Buchanan, on the other hand, held little resemblance to her son, save her piercing green gaze. Eric’s mom stood beside her husband, tall and regal.
Still extremely aware of the mewling blonde fawning over the man she’d practically licked from head to toe hours ago, Brenna squeezed her fists tight and turned to Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan.
“Hello,” Brenna said. “It’s been a long time.”
Eric’s parents nodded, his father with a slight frown and turned down mouth, and his mother with a semi-distracted smile. A null werewolf was of little importance. They barely glanced her way before returning their attention to the spectacle behind Brenna.
Whatever Eric’s parents saw pleased them, because their eyes twinkled, and they exchanged satisfied smiles.
“Who’s that?” Brenna nodded her head at the blonde. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this.
“The future Mrs. Eric Buchanan,” Eric’s mom gushed. “A perfect fit for an alpha’s mate.”
Maisie howled.No!
Fire raced through Brenna’s veins, and her face heated. The urge to challenge the other woman rose, but she swallowed it down. She was no match for a true werewolf. She didn’t have that aggressive chip on her shoulder. If Eric wanted this woman instead, that was his choice. She took a deep breath and turned to find the blonde still draped over Eric, petting his hair and face while mumbling incoherently. Brenna recognized her now. Heather Dufaine, the daughter of the Sapphire pack. With her and Eric mated, the two packs would merge and form a giant, powerhouse. No wonder Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan looked so pleased.
Eric sent Brenna a panicked look over the blonde’s shoulder, then tried to untangle himself.
Too late. He could’ve thrown the woman aside had he wished to. He could’ve fought for her.
Brenna bit back a sob. She looked around desperately. For what? An escape hatch? A wormhole to swallow her?
Maisie growled.Our mate.
No, girl. He hasn’t been our mate for a long time and now he never will be.
Another truck pulled up outside, crunching the snow as it turned around.
Her father. Thank God. He always had impeccable timing. “That’s my dad,” Brenna explained. Eric’s parents were too busy watching their son and future daughter-in-law to care.
Brenna surged forward and grabbed her bag.
Un-fucking-believable.
She fell for his charm and lies, again, but this time she gave him more than a heated kiss during a stolen moment. She’d given her body and heart. He wasn’t supposed to be capable of hurting her more than he already had. How wrong she’d been.
