was
protecting, he silently corrected himself.
Cora walked into his kitchen,
shattering his hard won self-control.
Goddess, she was sexy. She
obviously had no clue how good she looked in a pair of cut off jean shorts with
their frayed ends and ribbed tank top, sans bra. She’d towel dried her hair,
but left the wet mass down, the ends still had drops of water he longed to
reach out and catch with his finger.
“Um, can I help with anything?”
Cora asked.
He closed his eyes and shook his
head.
“Okay then.” She turned to walk
out on the patio.
“No, I mean yes. You can make the
salad if you want.”
An expression of puzzlement
flickered over her beautiful face. “Yeah. Sure. I can
do that.”
It took monumental effort for Zayn
to move back and make room for Cora to step up to the center island where all
the salad fixings were laid. All he wanted to do was walk up and rub against
her. Mark her with his scent and then his bite.
His brother’s admonishment rang in
his head, keep dick and teeth to self. The smell of her heat was making him
crazy. He told himself any woman would do, but knew it was a lie.
Body stiff, arms firmly against
his sides, jaw bunched, he stepped away from the alluring scent of Cora Welch.
“I’m going to check the coals, make sure they’re hot enough.”
Without another word, he spun and
stomped out of the house onto the patio, spine as stiff as his raging hard on.
Nolan bounded up onto the back
patio. “Uncle Zay, is the lady doctor okay? Dad says she’s staying with you,
but I want her to stay with us.”
“Whoa, little dude.” Zayn picked
his nephew up. “Where’s my hug?”
At seven, Nolan was like all other
wolves, they loved and needed affection. His childish arms wrapped around
Zayn’s neck and squeezed for all he was worth, along with a grunt that made
Zayn smile.
“Where’s she at? Can I see her?”
Nolan pressed his mouth close to Zayn’s ear. “Is she mad at me for biting her?
I didn’t mean to Uncle Zay.”
The last bit was said with tears
choking Nolan’s voice. Zayn patted his back and whispered words of comfort.
Nolan buried his face into the crook of his neck, soaking the collar of his
T-shirt with his tears. Zayn didn’t care. He wasn’t sure how long they stood
there. It could have been a minute, or it could have been an hour, but finally
Nolan lifted his face.
Using the end of his tear stained
shirt, Zayn wiped Nolan’s face and reassured the little boy that nobody blamed
him. Zayn knew his brother would have reminded Nolan the need for secrecy and
the fact that Cora couldn’t be told the truth of their identities, unless they
finished the marking. Which he wasn’t going to do.
HH He looked at
his brother over his nephew’s head. “Why don’t we go inside and see her, hmm?”
Zayn sat the sturdy kid on his feet, looked down at his shirt and shrugged his
shoulders. “What’s a little snot and tears?”
“I’ve definitely had a lot grosser
things on my clothing than that.” Cora indicated the front of Zayn’s shirt.
Her sweet voice eased over Zayn,
and from the look of worship on Nolan’s face, it was doing the same to the
little boy.
“Hi, my name’s Nolan. I’m sorry
I…I mean, I’m sorry my wolf bit you.” Nolan, the future alpha stood tall. With
his thin shoulders squared, he held himself as erect as any proud member of the
pack making an apology would. If Zayn didn’t already love the boy, he’d have
fallen hard right there and then. The good doctor didn’t stand a chance against
the kid.
Niall came up behind him, sadness
clouded his expression. His large hand landed on Zayn’s shoulder. “He’s so much
like his mother.”
“She was a wonderful woman.” Zayn
knew his brother still missed his mate even after so many years. Theirs was a
true mating, and to find a true mate once was a miracle. Zayn couldn’t image
facing the rest of his life knowing he’d lost the one woman meant for him like
Niall had.
They