“Worry about yourself. Your intestines are hanging out. Are you okay?” I moved toward him.
Another one of the wolves had shifted, a female with bright blond hair in a cute pixie cut. She was naked and glaring at me.
“Tell her, Brock,” she snapped. “Tell her why you’re not healing as well as you should.”
My heart hammered in my chest as the alpha swayed. I wanted to reach out a hand to steady him, but he was the alpha of this pack. I wouldn’t do anything to make him appear weak to his wolves. I knew how werewolves thought.
“Shut up, Tatum!” he barked at the pretty blonde without looking away from my gaze.
“What… why aren’t you healing?” My voice quivered.
“It’s nothing. I just need rest.”
“You need her off our land is what you need,” Tatum bit back.
I stepped backward as if she’d slapped me.
Brock spun on the female wolf. “Go home, Tatum! Now.”
Tatum looked cowed at her alpha’s anger. Tucking tail, she turned in the direction of the mansion.
“What did she mean?” I whispered. Was my presence here hurting Brock somehow?
He faced me, pain evident in every one of his features. “When Belinda transferred the cabin to you, it weakened my power. Anyone in my territory that claims to own it and isn’t pack… weakens me.”
Oh fuck.
He’d mentioned before that Gran caused his dad to weaken, but I hadn’t put two and two together that as the cabin’s new owner, I was now causing him to weaken.
I was hurting my baby daddy.
“Then make me pack,” I declared.
I wasn’t leaving the cabin, that wasn’t even up for discussion, and we were about to have a baby together. I’d be spending a lot of time here. I couldn’t be responsible for weakening him, and alphas could bring humans and other magical creatures into a wolf pack on special occasions.
“Are you sure?” His eyes blazed as they held my own.
Was that arousal in his gaze, possessive alpha that he was?
“Yes… Alpha.” I grinned. Might as well have a little fun with this.
Desire flared in his eyes and I knew without a doubt that I was going to live to regret this decision.
But some bad decisions were worth making.
21Alpha
SendingCass and Molly to Gran’s cabin, I told them to check in with Mack, and get the full file on Calista. Something wasn’t adding up here. She was way too powerful. I wanted to know if she had links to any formidable witches.
I’d expected to be inducted into the pack via a formal ceremony, but instead, a naked Brock took me to his bedroom. Yes, I memorized every ripple and bulge of his flesh that I could take in, without being too conspicuous about it as he led me by the hand. I even managed to suppress my groan of complaint when he’d slipped on a pair of sweat pants and turned to face me, eyes laser sharp.
“Do you know what joining my pack will entail?” he asked, his yellow gaze fucking intense. His side had mercifully stopped oozing blood, but I wouldn’t be able to quit worrying until the wound fully closed.
I nodded. “You’ll be able to speak into my mind, hear my thoughts if I choose to share them. Draw on my power if you need it. You’ll also know where I am at all times, unless my whereabouts is magically overridden. Plus a bunch of other smaller stuff.”
He grinned. “They teach you right at the Bounty Hunter Academy, huh?”
“No, they don’t.” I answered with a smirk. “I learned that from an ex-boyfriend. He was a werewolf too.”
