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I’ve made too many mistakes.
“Tasha can’t be your mate,” Tess tries to tell me again. The words send a rush of unfamiliar panic flooding my system. Any chance of being calm and collected to deal with this situation is long gone. The urge to shift and let my wolf seek out our mate is too strong. If I don’t get off Anchorage Lake Pack land soon, my wolf is going to come out raging.
I can’t take all of them. No matter how geared up my wolf is.
They’re all wrong. She’s ours, and they’re trying to keep her from us.
“She’s mine.” The words come out with a snarl I can no longer hold back. I’m not like these shifters. The line between my human form and my wolf isn’t as clear. And the angrier I get, the more that line blurs.
Tess opens her mouth as if to argue the point with me, but Dominic meets her gaze and gives a sharp shake of his head. A look passes between them that I can’t read.
They’re mind linking. I only barely recognize it. Without a pack affiliation, there’s rarely a reason to use mind link.
“Our own mate bond was complicated. I’m willing to hear you out, but you should know Tasha’s mate gave his life protecting his pack—and my Tess. So tread carefully.”
Tread carefully? I’m ready to rip his head off at the mere suggestion that she might have been bonded to someone else.
I’m tired of these people. Either they’re lying, or something in the universe is unbalanced. A second mate bond is… unheard of. The kind of thing only spoken about in dark rooms or dim alleys.
“I’m going to get her.” I start for the door again. I need to get out of here and see my mate for myself. They’re making me second guess what I know as fact. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her.
She belongs to us.My wolf is as sure as I am.
“Paxton.”
The fact that she’s my mate’s sister is the sole reason I hesitate with one foot already out the door. I glance back and watch dispassionately as she worries her lip between her teeth.
“All my sister ever wanted was a big family. She’s maternal and kind. Soft in all the right places.” Her eyes scan over me as she describes the elder Jarreau. I watch as she takes in all the hard angles of my muscle and the dark ink covering my skin. She pauses wordlessly, her eyes on my scowling face.
That’s it. That’s all she says. An incomplete thought that serves as a warning.
She doesn’t need to say any more because I hear what she’s saying loud and clear. Tasha Jarreau might not come as easily to me as I had hoped.
* * *
It doesn’t matter how good of a fighter you are, you’re always at a disadvantage with your back to someone. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t allow it. Not for more than a moment and especially not for a shifter with a razor in their hand.
“Stop moving,” Quinn chastises. “If I nick you, those guys will never let you hear the end of it.”
She holds the straight razor out over my shoulder to gesture to the group of men on the other side of the room. They keep steady gazes on us. Quinn banished them—her guards—to the corner when the possessive growling got to be too much. I’m sure there’s a story there, but it’s not what I’m here for.
“Excuse me for being wary,” I mutter.
I can sense her smirk even without seeing it. The curvy beauty with bold pink hair and rare pink eyes already knows why I’m here. It’s the same reason anyone comes to visit Cupid’s Pack.
“I’m sorry for teasing. You’re safe here, Paxton Glass. I know how rogues are, always having to look over their shoulders.” Her voice softens. There’s a surprising lack of judgement coming from her. Most pack animals hate the idea of rogues. They think if they belong to something higher, then so should the rest of us.
Quinn is too soft for a Luna. If I hadn’t seen the loyalty of her guards for myself, I would wonder how her pack survives.
“Go ahead and tell me why you’re here.” She starts to calmly work with the razor, shaving my hair down close to the scalp the way I prefer it.
“I’ve been tracking my mate. I’ve figured out where she is now, but her sister has thrown me for a loop. Apparently, my mate has already had a mate bond.”
“Hmm.”
“Is that possible? That she’s lost one mate and could have another?”
“It’s love, Paxton. Anything is possible.” Her answer makes me roll my eyes. Luckily, she’s doing my hair in her home and not a salon, so there’s no mirror in front of me to give me away.
