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else. Goodness gracious, I’m so embarrassed.”
Goodness gracious .
The old-fashioned term made him smile considering minutes earlier she’d been
screaming his name as she’d been spread out on the kitchen table like a twenty dollar buffet. He reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Go into the bedroom
and look in the bottom drawer of my dresser. I have some sweat pants with a
drawstring. Pull them on. They’ll be way too big but at least you’ll be properly
covered.”
Trea groaned and spinning around, rushed for the doorway. “I’m so embarrassed. I
can’t believe this,” she muttered, heading out.
“And grab me a tee shirt, would you?”
When she answered in the affirmative, Hudson managed to suppress his smile and
dragged his fingers through his hair, restoring some order to it. He headed out of the kitchen, walked through the dining room and was just entering the living room when
Trea emerged, clutching his favorite Grateful Dead tee shirt. He shrugged into it,
murmuring his thanks then gave her an appraising look. “You are just fine. Better than fine. No fretting now.”
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Hudson watched Trea absently bite down on her bottom lip. It was a nervous
gesture he’d seen from her before. Oddly, she looked adorable in his oversized clothing but he promised himself that scrounging up things that fit would be his first order of business.
After dealing with his king, of course.
“Hang on,” he murmured, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze before heading
across the room. Hudson threw open the door to find the mighty Titus Declan filling up the space. His black hair hung loose to his shoulders and he wore jeans and a solid
black tee shirt. He was built like a goddamn bulldozer. Mahara, his mate, stood by his side, worry etched on her lovely face.
“My king.”
As custom dictated, Hudson stepped aside and bent his head as Titus and Mahara
swept into the room. Titus’ mate carried a small, red overnight bag, which she
immediately set on the floor at her feet. Chantrea stood watching them and within mere seconds, his queen dashed across the room to pull the new arrival against her in an
enveloping hug. “We’ve been so worried. Are you all right? I’m so glad you found
Sanctuary.”
The women clung together for a moment. When they separated, Titus cleared his
throat then stalked across the room to stand before Chantrea. Her head was bowed but
when he placed a hand on her shoulder, she looked up at him. “My king.”
“Rest easy,” he said gently. “The hunters have left the area. Your truck has been
moved onto the compound and you’re safe.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I’m in your debt.”
“Nonsense,” Mahara said. She put an arm around Trea, offering comfort. “You are
one of us and under our protection but we must talk now.”
Feeling fiercely possessive, Hudson stepped forward and as gently as possible, he
drew Chantrea from the queen’s side and tucked her against his body, thankful she
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didn’t protest. He cleared his throat, ignoring the raised eyebrow of his king and made quick work of introductions. Finally he met Titus’ eyes.
“She has been through too much.”
His king went very still. Intensity burned in his golden gaze. “So possessive, my
friend,” Titus murmured. “I promise to be gentle.”
Against him, Chantrea went still. Though it was against his nature, he stroked her
arm in a soothing motion. Nothing was more important in that moment than
comforting her. His actions weren’t lost upon Mahara and Titus. The couple exchanged
quick glances and Hudson knew they would tread cautiously.
The message was clear.
Chantrea Morgan was his mate and no one, man, woman, or beast, would ever hurt
her again. Not if he could help it.
Hudson motioned to one of the two leather couches in his living room and once
Trea was seated, he sprawled next to her. His king and queen sat opposite
Goodness gracious .
The old-fashioned term made him smile considering minutes earlier she’d been
screaming his name as she’d been spread out on the kitchen table like a twenty dollar buffet. He reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Go into the bedroom
and look in the bottom drawer of my dresser. I have some sweat pants with a
drawstring. Pull them on. They’ll be way too big but at least you’ll be properly
covered.”
Trea groaned and spinning around, rushed for the doorway. “I’m so embarrassed. I
can’t believe this,” she muttered, heading out.
“And grab me a tee shirt, would you?”
When she answered in the affirmative, Hudson managed to suppress his smile and
dragged his fingers through his hair, restoring some order to it. He headed out of the kitchen, walked through the dining room and was just entering the living room when
Trea emerged, clutching his favorite Grateful Dead tee shirt. He shrugged into it,
murmuring his thanks then gave her an appraising look. “You are just fine. Better than fine. No fretting now.”
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Hudson watched Trea absently bite down on her bottom lip. It was a nervous
gesture he’d seen from her before. Oddly, she looked adorable in his oversized clothing but he promised himself that scrounging up things that fit would be his first order of business.
After dealing with his king, of course.
“Hang on,” he murmured, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze before heading
across the room. Hudson threw open the door to find the mighty Titus Declan filling up the space. His black hair hung loose to his shoulders and he wore jeans and a solid
black tee shirt. He was built like a goddamn bulldozer. Mahara, his mate, stood by his side, worry etched on her lovely face.
“My king.”
As custom dictated, Hudson stepped aside and bent his head as Titus and Mahara
swept into the room. Titus’ mate carried a small, red overnight bag, which she
immediately set on the floor at her feet. Chantrea stood watching them and within mere seconds, his queen dashed across the room to pull the new arrival against her in an
enveloping hug. “We’ve been so worried. Are you all right? I’m so glad you found
Sanctuary.”
The women clung together for a moment. When they separated, Titus cleared his
throat then stalked across the room to stand before Chantrea. Her head was bowed but
when he placed a hand on her shoulder, she looked up at him. “My king.”
“Rest easy,” he said gently. “The hunters have left the area. Your truck has been
moved onto the compound and you’re safe.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I’m in your debt.”
“Nonsense,” Mahara said. She put an arm around Trea, offering comfort. “You are
one of us and under our protection but we must talk now.”
Feeling fiercely possessive, Hudson stepped forward and as gently as possible, he
drew Chantrea from the queen’s side and tucked her against his body, thankful she
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didn’t protest. He cleared his throat, ignoring the raised eyebrow of his king and made quick work of introductions. Finally he met Titus’ eyes.
“She has been through too much.”
His king went very still. Intensity burned in his golden gaze. “So possessive, my
friend,” Titus murmured. “I promise to be gentle.”
Against him, Chantrea went still. Though it was against his nature, he stroked her
arm in a soothing motion. Nothing was more important in that moment than
comforting her. His actions weren’t lost upon Mahara and Titus. The couple exchanged
quick glances and Hudson knew they would tread cautiously.
The message was clear.
Chantrea Morgan was his mate and no one, man, woman, or beast, would ever hurt
her again. Not if he could help it.
Hudson motioned to one of the two leather couches in his living room and once
Trea was seated, he sprawled next to her. His king and queen sat opposite
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