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Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, Paranormal, Adult, series, Murder, Secret, Erotic, shifters, safety, Daughter, commitment, challenge, wolves, Emotions, Treachery, betrayed, Myth, legend, curse, Highlands, Short Storys, Clan MacGregor, Love Match, Whispers, Battling, Highland Chief, Blood Of Wolf, Exposed
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door until I was standing a hair's breadth from it.
"Riding into town and killing her really was the perfect way to spend the afternoon after that lovely picnic ye and I shared. We are coming for ye and we will wipe every demon-spawned mutt born to this clan from the land," he spat.
He punched the door, the blow of it landing right where my face was, and I jumped back as if freed from a trance. A moment later I heard his heavy footfalls as he ran away from the door.
I rushed to the far corner of the room and crouched down in the corner, my face buried in my knees, too afraid to leave.
CHAPTER 9
I don't know how long I sat there in the dark, too scared to leave the room for fear that Camden was still lurking outside the door. His words echoed over and over again in my head. Somehow he knew—he knew about the curse of the wolf on clan MacGregor, and he wasn't alone.
Eventually I heard the muffled sound of footsteps outside the door and I froze, afraid that it was Camden come back again. The voices slowly became more clear, among them a low, rumbling voice filled with worry that I recognized as Alastair's.
"Have ye not seen her at all then, Donald? She didn't mention that she was leaving?"
"She's not left the keep, Alastair. Someone would have seen her go."
I unfolded myself from the corner and stood on shaky, weak legs. "Alastair." My voice was tight and raw and came out barely above a whisper. I stumbled toward the door and hurried to unbar it. "Alastair," I said again, louder this time as I fell into the hallway.
"Glenna?" He and Donald were already some distance down the hall, and he turned to look back.
Clutching the torn ends of my dress to my chest I ran to him, tears streaming down my face. As I got closer I could see him taking in my appearance. The expression on his face grew from confused to murderous.
"Oh, Alastair!" I threw myself against him and he wrapped me in his arms.
"Glenna, what's happened to ye?" he demanded.
"It was Camden," I told him, my voice filled with shame and simmering anger. "He deceived me." I shook my head and looked up at him. "He told me that he loved me, that he wanted me to run away with him. And when I refused him, he changed. He said the most awful things and he... he tried to force himself on me." I whispered the last, still feeling the greasy shame of the encounter.
Alastair stood very still as if struck from stone. "Donald?" he said, his voice dripping with ice.
"Yes, sir?" said Donald, who stood shaking beside him, hands clenched at his sides.
"Gather the men. Tell them we are going hunting."
"Right away," said Donald. The older man turned and left us standing in the hall.
"This way, Glenna," Alastair said.
"Alastair, wait. There is more," I said as he led me away.
"It can wait, love. Let's get you seen to first."
He hurried me through the castle. Very few people were wandering the halls, most of them already gone to their beds. But Alastair blocked me from what few eyes were around to see me in my state of undress and shame.
When we got to my bedchamber I turned to him and slapped a hand to his chest to stop him. Rage had been growing in him the entire way there and I needed him to hear what I had to say.
"Alastair, please stop. I need you to listen to me."
"I should have been here to protect ye," he growled. "I should have sensed the type of man he was. I should never have let him anywhere near ye."
"Alastair, what happened to me wasn't your fault. And I'm fine. I got away."
"But he laid hands on ye!" Alastair exploded. "He tried to force himself on ye! And he bruised ye..." He reached out and touched my face lightly and I winced away from his touch. The skin on my face was more tender than I had realized. "I'll kill him." He turned to head for the door.
"Alastair, stop!" I shouted.
So very rarely did I raise my voice at him that he turned and looked back at me in surprise. The last time it had happened we had been fighting in his study over whether
"Riding into town and killing her really was the perfect way to spend the afternoon after that lovely picnic ye and I shared. We are coming for ye and we will wipe every demon-spawned mutt born to this clan from the land," he spat.
He punched the door, the blow of it landing right where my face was, and I jumped back as if freed from a trance. A moment later I heard his heavy footfalls as he ran away from the door.
I rushed to the far corner of the room and crouched down in the corner, my face buried in my knees, too afraid to leave.
CHAPTER 9
I don't know how long I sat there in the dark, too scared to leave the room for fear that Camden was still lurking outside the door. His words echoed over and over again in my head. Somehow he knew—he knew about the curse of the wolf on clan MacGregor, and he wasn't alone.
Eventually I heard the muffled sound of footsteps outside the door and I froze, afraid that it was Camden come back again. The voices slowly became more clear, among them a low, rumbling voice filled with worry that I recognized as Alastair's.
"Have ye not seen her at all then, Donald? She didn't mention that she was leaving?"
"She's not left the keep, Alastair. Someone would have seen her go."
I unfolded myself from the corner and stood on shaky, weak legs. "Alastair." My voice was tight and raw and came out barely above a whisper. I stumbled toward the door and hurried to unbar it. "Alastair," I said again, louder this time as I fell into the hallway.
"Glenna?" He and Donald were already some distance down the hall, and he turned to look back.
Clutching the torn ends of my dress to my chest I ran to him, tears streaming down my face. As I got closer I could see him taking in my appearance. The expression on his face grew from confused to murderous.
"Oh, Alastair!" I threw myself against him and he wrapped me in his arms.
"Glenna, what's happened to ye?" he demanded.
"It was Camden," I told him, my voice filled with shame and simmering anger. "He deceived me." I shook my head and looked up at him. "He told me that he loved me, that he wanted me to run away with him. And when I refused him, he changed. He said the most awful things and he... he tried to force himself on me." I whispered the last, still feeling the greasy shame of the encounter.
Alastair stood very still as if struck from stone. "Donald?" he said, his voice dripping with ice.
"Yes, sir?" said Donald, who stood shaking beside him, hands clenched at his sides.
"Gather the men. Tell them we are going hunting."
"Right away," said Donald. The older man turned and left us standing in the hall.
"This way, Glenna," Alastair said.
"Alastair, wait. There is more," I said as he led me away.
"It can wait, love. Let's get you seen to first."
He hurried me through the castle. Very few people were wandering the halls, most of them already gone to their beds. But Alastair blocked me from what few eyes were around to see me in my state of undress and shame.
When we got to my bedchamber I turned to him and slapped a hand to his chest to stop him. Rage had been growing in him the entire way there and I needed him to hear what I had to say.
"Alastair, please stop. I need you to listen to me."
"I should have been here to protect ye," he growled. "I should have sensed the type of man he was. I should never have let him anywhere near ye."
"Alastair, what happened to me wasn't your fault. And I'm fine. I got away."
"But he laid hands on ye!" Alastair exploded. "He tried to force himself on ye! And he bruised ye..." He reached out and touched my face lightly and I winced away from his touch. The skin on my face was more tender than I had realized. "I'll kill him." He turned to head for the door.
"Alastair, stop!" I shouted.
So very rarely did I raise my voice at him that he turned and looked back at me in surprise. The last time it had happened we had been fighting in his study over whether
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