“Both,” I answered, and he grinned.
His hands went to work as he quickly made the turkey sandwich, with extra mayo, crisp lettuce, and a little salt and pepper. I started on that while he cooked the omelet.
Okay, if I was going to be bound to this guy for life, I might as well get to know him, right?
“Don’t you have an older brother? I remember seeing him a lot with your dad, but I never saw you.” I took another bite.
His body tensed. I’d struck a nerve.
Oops.
“I tried to stay out of pack business growing up, so I went to live with my uncle in New Mexico for a few years. While I was gone, my brother challenged my father to a dominance fight and won.”
My eyes bugged. In werewolf culture, a dominance fight with the alpha ended in death. “Shit, I’m sorry.” His brother killed his dad? Damn.
He shrugged. “It’s okay.”
“So… how did you become alpha, then?” I was a curious creature, I couldn’t help it.
Brock flipped the omelet. When his amber eyes met mine, they somehow looked sad and strong at the same time. “When I came back from vacation and found out what my brother had done, I challenged him and avenged my father. It turned out my brother was doing a lot of… bad things behind our backs. He wasn’t treating the females appropriately, if you catch my drift.”
Oh hell no. Now I wanted to resurrect his brother and kill him all over again.
“That sounds awful.” I looked at my empty plate, wondering how I’d scarfed the sandwich during such a dire dinner conversation.
Brock plopped a steaming hot omelet onto my plate, and my stomach grumbled yet another time.
“You shifted, didn’t you?” he asked.
My cheeks burned red. I was a horrible liar.
I gave a little nod, hoping he wouldn’t see it, and shoved a bite of omelet into my mouth. It was too hot, so I did that awkward thing where you blow in and out to cool it off, while Brock watched me like a hawk.
“Because you were injured and needed to heal?” he asked.
Jeez, was this guy a mind reader or what?
“A little.” I tweaked my wrist. “Hey, it’s going to rain tonight. I need to make sure my car windows are up.”
Brock glared at me. He didn’t buy my attempt to change the subject. “No rain, and next time you’re injured, you come see me. Understood?”
But I have purple magic, with glowy healing powers!I wanted to say. “Fine,” I grunted, and proceeded to inhale the delicious omelet.
When I finished, Brock did the dishes, which was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen in my life. My entranced gaze followed every single one of his movements, until we walked into the living room together. My bedroom door was right next to the couch where he’d be sleeping.
Walking into my room, I returned with a blanket and an extra pillow. When I handed them to him, his hands brushed mine, and I fought the warm tingles that rushed across my arms and down my body. He captured my gaze and I swallowed with difficulty. His yellow eyes were intense.
Nervously, I cleared my throat. “Night, Brock.” My voice was strained.
In a rush, I walked into my room and closed the door behind me. Once my back leaned against the door, I took in a deep breath. My heart was beating too fast. He’d barely touched me and I was out of control.
“Night, Eve.”
Eve. He’d officially pet-named me.
Swoon.
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