“Summer,” he said, approaching her as he would a wild animal he could not communicate with.
His little mate turned to face him.She was as pale as a full moon in the dead of winter.Tears silently rolled down her cheeks, and he could see her trembling from several yards away.
“Who are you?”she asked with a voice bubbling with fear.
When her eyes rolled up and she went limp, Fenrir leapt forward and caught her before she could fully fall to the sidewalk.He lifted her into his arms, bridal style, and held her close as he marched back inside and through the lobby.
Liam and Beck met him inside the lobby and walked two steps ahead, clearing a path through the crowd to the bank of elevators.
Liam used his thumbprint to call the elevator.A moment later, they were inside and headed to the penthouse.
Once the doors opened to his home, Fenrir carried his sweet armful into the living room and laid her on the couch.After covering her with a soft blanket, he pulled a chair close and sat down, watching his mate breathe, waiting for her to wake up.
He took the time to study his sweet mate.Carrying her up, she proved to be a sweet armful of woman, sturdily built, but lushly curved in all the right places as a woman should be.Her full breasts and rounded hips almost overwhelmed her frame.He could not wait to see her naked.
Her long blonde hair that she wore in a braid down her back appeared natural as there were a dozen shades to it, from whitest white to golden yellow.Her features were fine, and delightfully feminine, and made him think of the girls he’d grown up with.He wondered briefly how much Viking blood she had in her lineage.
His mate was perfect.
Chapter Three
Summer opened her eyesthen blinked as she tried not to panic when she looked up at a ceiling that did not have water stains on it.Turning her head slowly, she looked around but did not recognize where she was.Probing her brain, she also could not remember how she’d gotten here.
Moving her head left to right, she discovered she was lying on a couch in a large, but simply decorated, living room.She had no idea what time it was because heavy blood red curtains across the room were pulled, blocking out whatever view was available outside the windows.
Shoving off the blanket, she sat up, immediately wishing she hadn’t when the room began to spin around her.In the next instant, a pain started at her temples, throbbing at the same tempo as the increased beat of her heart.Should she lie back down until she felt better?Or get up and run?
The only problem was she didn’t know where she could run to.
“Easy, sweets,” a deep voice said from behind the couch.
She squeaked in surprise then spun on the couch to plant her feet on the floor and push up so she was standing.The quick movement sent the room spinning around her while the pain in her head increased exponentially.Two racing heartbeats later the headache was joined by a queasy feeling in her stomach.Her body forced her to collapse back down onto the couch to allow everything to even out and settle a bit.
“Where am I?”she asked, closing her eyes as she lifted both hands to her head.Pressing at her temples and then rubbing in circles eased the thumping minimally, but it did stop it from popping off and rolling across the floor.
“You’re in my home.”The man moved around the couch and sat down on the large, solid wood coffee table just across from her.“You fainted in the street in front of my home, so I brought you upstairs to rest and recuperate.”
