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“Not even a People’s Choice Award,” he says.
“Damn. That’s cold, Adrian.”
“It’s only the truth,” he says. “Which I’ll get out of you tomorrow in great detail when you’re rested enough to speak in your normal voice.”
“I’m fine,” I murmur. Damn, I guess my voice is still kind of raspy.
“Don’t lie to your Alpha,” he warns me in a lightly growling voice that makes me smile.
I start to drift off while I’m still in his arms, where I’m warm and safe.
I’m home, finally, and sleep comes easily in my mate’s embrace.
Chapter Two
Adrian
Rachelpassesoutinmy arms before I reach our bed. She clearly drained her magic helping her friend, and it completely wiped her out. I lay her down and take off her shoes. Her lips part, and she sighs softly in her sleep. A flicker of a smile moves over my lips. She’s home now, where she belongs.
If this is how she’s going to return when she leaves town to help Cheryl, I won’t let her do it again.
Not having her around these last few days was hell. Knowing she was putting herself in dangerous situations to help a friend made it a million times worse.
It doesn’t matter that she’s the most powerful witch in Wolf Creek. It doesn’t matter that she’s smart, capable and resourceful. She almost died at the hands of a dark arts warlock the night we met, and she almost died a second time she was taken by surprise, captured and sedated by a maniac hybrid.
She’s strong, but she’s not invincible.
It’s my duty to protect my mate and letting her put herself at risk like this isn’t protecting her.
My wolf agrees. He tried to convince me to chase her when she left, but Silas and Carter talked me down, reminding me that she didn’t go out there alone and that she was with friends who have magic. It was enough to make me think twice about rushing after her and making myself look like a possessive asshole.
I told myself it was nothing she couldn’t handle. That her friends would be the ones watching her back, and that I needed to trust they would protect her, as much as she did. It wasn’t easy, but I knew Rachel would be mad if she thought I had doubts about her coven sisters.
It’s not that I don’t like them. I barely know them.
They’re not part of our pack, and they never will be.
All I have to go on is how Rachel feels about Cheryl and Amanda. Her trust for them is instinctive and runs deep. I know she never would have joined them as a coven if that instinct wasn’t there.
Sighing, I unbuckle the strap of Rachel’s purse to take it off her when I see it’s over her other shoulder. I pick it up and wrap the straps around it before I take it over to the closet, where I set it on the floor carefully. There are premixed spells inside and I know they need activation words to go off, but it still makes me a little nervous to know there are a bunch of magical grenades in our house.
I close the closet door and let out a breath.
Turning back to the bed, I arrange the sheets to keep my mate warm. Her skin is a little clammy now. She’ll need water when she wakes up, but I don’t want to leave her side, even if all she’s going to do for hours is sleep. I resist the urge to lay down beside her.
Nothing’s going to happen in the few minutes it takes to grab a bottle of water from the fridge in the kitchen. She’s home now. She’s safe. I need to anticipate her needs and keep her comfortable until she recovers.
I force myself to leave the room, to get what she’ll need when she wakes.
My anger grows with every step I take, my hands curling into fists at my sides while I stomp down the stairs and march toward the kitchen. I want someone to hurt for this.
Her friends didn’t look after her. If they had, she wouldn’t need help now.
I yank the fridge open hard enough to rattle everything inside.
Forcing myself to take a couple of deep, slow breaths, I calm down enough to pick out a bottle of water without being tempted to throw it across the room in frustration.
I close the door and turn away. My reflection stares back at me from the window, hitting me with a death-glare.Yeah, okay, I get it.There’s no-one to blame here but myself.
