When Atlas lifted his head, a fierce determination filled his expression. “I won’t let them harm her.”
“None of us will.” Ryder growled the words, and Draven and Ascher nodded in agreement.
“You think you’re strong enough to stand up to the fae if they come calling?” Caedmon interrupted, and the guys slowly turned toward them. Tension thickened the air when no one spoke.
Louis and MacGregor sat on the couch, looking between the two of them like it was a tennis match.
Morgan stepped between the two of them, her stomach knotting as she stood as peacemaker between her mates and her pack. Her jaw dropped open when, instead of exploding, Kincade crossed his arms and tipped his head. “What did you have in mind?”
They often teased Morgan that she attracted trouble.
If there was danger, she would find it.
Draven whistled to himself at the new mess—they’d actually invited the fae to the coven to talk.
Now that was some crazy shite.
It was like Morgan doubled down on trouble.
While fae might be all about duty and honor, they were sneaky wankers, spending centuries plotting and planning revenge.
The jackholes were relentless.
Draven absently flipped the blade over and over in his hands,so distracted that he didn’t really notice the tiny nicks and cuts that dotted the tips of his fingers. He stood just inside Morgan’s bedroom, needing to keep her within sight for fear his heart would beat out of his chest otherwise.
He and Ryder were guarding their mate while she got ready for the meeting. Ryder stood guard by the window, practically quivering against the need to touch Morgan. While Draven wanted to appreciate her luscious curves, he was stressing too fucking much over the upcoming meeting to do anything about it.
It was a travesty.
Even his siren was curiously subdued.
“I don’t like this plan,” Draven muttered for the hundredth time.
Morgan came over to stand in front of him, wearing nothing but her bra and panties, and his frantic thoughts dwindled to a muffled roar at the back of his mind, his siren preening at being the center of her attention.
Fuck if his chest didn’t puff up.
She placed her hand directly over his heart, and just like the first time he laid eyes on her, his siren fell completely silent, the ravenous hunger quieting at her nearness.
There was only her.
Pleasure like he only found when near the ocean surrounded him. It made him want to snatch her up and take her where no one else would find her.
Where no one else would ever try to take her from him again.
Then he sighed at the impossibility of it.
Because no matter where they went, trouble would find her. Usually, he embraced the chaos of her life and joined her in creating the mayhem, but right now, he was too fucking scared of losing her.
“Everything is going to be fine. The only way to prevent them from attacking us without warning is if we enter into talks with them. We need time to find out?—”
“Why do they want you dead?” Draven interrupted, his voice rough. He cupped her neck, pulling her against his body, but even her touch did little to calm his anxiety over the upcoming meeting. “If they touch you, I will skin them alive.”
“We’ll get through this together.” Her arms came up and wrapped around his waist, hugging him back nearly as hard, and some of the tension in his gut finally loosened.
“Together.” He glanced over her head, catching Ryder watching them with hungry eyes. The wolf nodded his head, a silent vow that he would do whatever it took to keep their mate protected, and his chaotic emotions finally settled.
Together, they would keep her safe.
