“Why are you groaning? What the hell happened back there!” the blond wolf with the cobalt-blue eyes asked. Clearly, Brock had trained them in the art of smothering.
O-kay, then. I should’ve known subtlety wasn’t my strong suit. “Nothing. I’m fine,” I lied.
Blondie reached out to help me, accidentally brushing my right hand, and I winced. He shared a concerned look with Ginger, but I suspected they were more concerned about what Brock would say to them if they let me get hurt on their watch.
A wave of sympathy rolled through me. I didn’t want them to pay for my mistakes. They probably thought I was a slutty lunatic knocked up with their alpha’s baby—and who could blame them?
“I got hurt in the takedown, but all I need is to rest a bit and I’ll be fine.” What I really meant was that I needed to see if I could find a witch healer, to come by and fix me before Brock figured out what happened.
Blondie and Ginger shared another look. ‘We’re in so much shit,’ Ginger mumbled.
“Seriously,” I said, putting on the best face I could. I figured I probably looked like a drowned, er, fox. “I’d like it if you’d go back to the house, and tell Brock that I got a bit tired out from following up on my lead, and that I just want to go to sleep.”
The wolves didn’t look like they were buying it, and I didn’t blame them.
Molly stepped out of the car and wrapped an arm around me. “I promise I’ll look after her. I’ll get her out of these wet clothes, and into bed right away.”
This time, Ginger waggled his eyebrows and Blondie grinned. Molly slapped Ginger, who stood closest to her, on the forearm. “Not like that, you pervs.”
That only made the wolves’ grin bigger, and Cass chuckled behind us.
I liked Molly.
“Hey, we’re happy to help however we can,” Ginger said in his deep, musical voice, and I swore I felt Molly’s heart skip a beat. The girl was as much a goner for the hot wolves as I was—only I’d been fool enough to fall for the alpha, because who was I kidding? I was into him more than I should be. No matter that he was my baby daddy, I barely knew him.
But don’t you know him?Time isn’t a good measure of knowing someone. The annoying thought popped into my mind.
I growled at myself, but apparently I did so out loud and the wolves looked at me, surprised.
“I’ll be fine. Please, just go back to the house and tell Brock I need to rest for a bit. I don’t want him coming to check on me, I just want to sleep. It’s best for the baby.”
The wolves’ eyebrows nearly shot off their foreheads in twin looks of shock. “Baby?” the redhead asked.
“You’re pregnant?” the blond one asked.
“Fuck,” I mumbled.
I assumed Brock had held a mass meeting, and told his entire pack.Stupid.
“They didn’t know,” Cass observed.
Really fucking helpful to know now. Why was Brock keeping it a secret from his pack? Obviously some of the pack knew, but maybe just his most trusted wolves.
‘He should’ve told you if you were supposed to keep it a secret,’Cass echoed in my head, mirroring my exact thoughts.
“Please,” I pleaded to the wolves. “I just need to be alone.” Molly pressed closer to my side.
“With my friends to take care of me,” I added.
Molly beamed at being referred to as my friend, and my heart panged for the girl who was so desperate to be a part of the supernatural world, that she’d sell herself as a blood mistress to a vamp.
“Go now,” Molly shooed them, bolstered by my acknowledgment. “Cass and I will get her all fixed up.”
Blondie pursed his lips and Ginger scowled, but eventually they both nodded while bouncing suspicious looks across the three of us. When they finally retreated to their car, and backed out of my driveway, I sighed in relief.
“Help me inside please, Molly. I feel like a giant kicked me in my proverbial nuts.”
“You look like it too,” Cass admitted.
