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don’t wish us to leave this pack, then I suggest the two of you keep your mouths shut from now on. No more comments about Leigh. She is family, and she will remain so, at least in my household. You will be polite and cordial. And you will spread the word that others should as well. From here on out, Leigh is pack and should be treated as such.”
I wasn’t the only one who stared at him. The entire room gaped at him. His words shocked me. He turned to me and nodded his head. I understood what the gesture meant. He knew by my earlier comments and actions that I wanted Leigh, and he had given me permission to have her. Now I just hoped she wanted me.
As we turned to leave, Danielle threw herself into her husband’s arms and kissed him fiercely. For a brief second, I thought about what kind of alpha couple they would make and wondered if we could get enough shifters together to form our own pack, and then I wondered how the rest of our pack would take the news that he had made a formal decree that would hopefully protect Leigh. The Council would be livid that was for sure.
Chapter 9 ~ Bouquets and Garters
~~~Leigh~~~
As much as I loved being with my sister on her big day and as much as I loved feeling Ryan’s hands on me, I snuck out of the chapel the first chance I got. Between the hatred coming at me in waves from those in attendance and the way my skin burned at Ryan’s touch, I had to get away. I was on the verge of either putting my foot up someone’s ass or wrapping my legs around Ryan’s waist and riding him until he was begging me to let him come.
My first stop was the closest restroom. I had to cool off and compose myself. Every time one of those horrible people looked at me, my mouth threatened to open to allow a torrent of insults and profanity to explode from it. Every time Ryan’s fingertips grazed my skin, I wanted to pounce on him. He was only being courteous to me for Danielle’s sake and had no idea what his scent did to me, let alone what his touch did.
“Get a grip on yourself,” I said to my reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Just a few more hours and you can leave this place and all of them behind for good.” The thought of leaving without having Ryan, at least once, made my heart ache. I had to keep telling myself that leaving was for the best to keep from dragging him upstairs to my room for a quickie.
I blotted my face a few more times with a cold paper towel, gave myself one last look, and headed to the reception. I had originally planned to bail on that part of the celebration. However when my sister had shown up at my room late last night, she made me promise to attend. She understood all of my reasons for not wanting to go. She knew exactly how everyone would react and treat me, and she hated it, but that knowledge warred with her desire to have me there.
Eventually, I agreed to make an appearance...if only a brief one. I promised to watch her cut her cake and throw her bouquet, then I was leaving—leaving town, leaving—forever.
The noon summer sun was hot and felt good on my tanned skin. Living in Washington and working at my friend Nichole’s book store/gourmet sandwich and coffee shop while trying my hand at ghost writing a creative non-fiction piece for a prominent lady in our town, meant that I didn’t get much sun, but for this occasion, I had spent some time over the months leading up to it at the tanning bed, gaining color to my pasty skin.
The wedding planner had set up tables and chairs in front of a beautiful pond in the center of the garden. From where I stood at the top of a slight hill that led down to the gardens and pond, I could see the hundreds of guests that had come for the reception. From the looks of things, everyone from Pine Hollow was there. If things had been unpleasant for me inside the chapel with only half of those people, they were going to be even more so in an open area where they would be able to say
I wasn’t the only one who stared at him. The entire room gaped at him. His words shocked me. He turned to me and nodded his head. I understood what the gesture meant. He knew by my earlier comments and actions that I wanted Leigh, and he had given me permission to have her. Now I just hoped she wanted me.
As we turned to leave, Danielle threw herself into her husband’s arms and kissed him fiercely. For a brief second, I thought about what kind of alpha couple they would make and wondered if we could get enough shifters together to form our own pack, and then I wondered how the rest of our pack would take the news that he had made a formal decree that would hopefully protect Leigh. The Council would be livid that was for sure.
Chapter 9 ~ Bouquets and Garters
~~~Leigh~~~
As much as I loved being with my sister on her big day and as much as I loved feeling Ryan’s hands on me, I snuck out of the chapel the first chance I got. Between the hatred coming at me in waves from those in attendance and the way my skin burned at Ryan’s touch, I had to get away. I was on the verge of either putting my foot up someone’s ass or wrapping my legs around Ryan’s waist and riding him until he was begging me to let him come.
My first stop was the closest restroom. I had to cool off and compose myself. Every time one of those horrible people looked at me, my mouth threatened to open to allow a torrent of insults and profanity to explode from it. Every time Ryan’s fingertips grazed my skin, I wanted to pounce on him. He was only being courteous to me for Danielle’s sake and had no idea what his scent did to me, let alone what his touch did.
“Get a grip on yourself,” I said to my reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Just a few more hours and you can leave this place and all of them behind for good.” The thought of leaving without having Ryan, at least once, made my heart ache. I had to keep telling myself that leaving was for the best to keep from dragging him upstairs to my room for a quickie.
I blotted my face a few more times with a cold paper towel, gave myself one last look, and headed to the reception. I had originally planned to bail on that part of the celebration. However when my sister had shown up at my room late last night, she made me promise to attend. She understood all of my reasons for not wanting to go. She knew exactly how everyone would react and treat me, and she hated it, but that knowledge warred with her desire to have me there.
Eventually, I agreed to make an appearance...if only a brief one. I promised to watch her cut her cake and throw her bouquet, then I was leaving—leaving town, leaving—forever.
The noon summer sun was hot and felt good on my tanned skin. Living in Washington and working at my friend Nichole’s book store/gourmet sandwich and coffee shop while trying my hand at ghost writing a creative non-fiction piece for a prominent lady in our town, meant that I didn’t get much sun, but for this occasion, I had spent some time over the months leading up to it at the tanning bed, gaining color to my pasty skin.
The wedding planner had set up tables and chairs in front of a beautiful pond in the center of the garden. From where I stood at the top of a slight hill that led down to the gardens and pond, I could see the hundreds of guests that had come for the reception. From the looks of things, everyone from Pine Hollow was there. If things had been unpleasant for me inside the chapel with only half of those people, they were going to be even more so in an open area where they would be able to say
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