than before. Cynthia is our woman. We have to claim her.” **** Kris watched over Cynthia while she slept. The love he felt for her grew with every second that passed. Matt had returned to his ranch to deal with more preparations. They were trying to hold off on changing her until the full moon. During the height of the full moon the strength of the pack increased. They hoped the full moon would give Cynthia a higher chance of surviving. Her hand reached out over the bed. Kris caught her palm, and her eyes opened. “You’re watching over me.” She smiled and then fell back to sleep. “I’ll always watch over you.” He held onto her hand during her sleep. The full moon was two weeks away. For some reason Kris didn’t feel she was going to last that long. Leonard made his way into the room. He’d been shocked by the unity of their packs. All the men saw Cynthia as their queen. “How is she doing?” Leonard asked, handing him a cup of coffee. “Not good. Can you smell that? I don’t understand it. It’s like there is some force making her sick.” In one hand he held his coffee. In the other Cynthia’s hand rested. Leonard sat down in the spare chair reserved for Matt. “He’s trying to contact the alphas in the surrounding area. Matt is doing everything he can to keep her alive longer.” Kris shook his head. “It doesn’t matter what we do. The days pass, and she’s getting weaker. I can sense it. She may be able to hold out the two weeks, but what if her mind is as weak as her body?” Putting the cup on the floor he wiped the tears away. “I can’t do this. I’ve finally found the one, and now she’s going to leave me. I won’t survive it.” His second put a comforting hand on his back. Kris closed his eyes. “None of us could survive it, Alpha. Cynthia is part of all of us. We won’t let anything happen to her if we can stop it.” His words offered little comfort.
Chapter Nine
The days passed by. Matt and Kris spent as much time with her as possible. When her health allowed her she walked around the house with them. They both showed her around their ranches. The beauty of their homes shocked her. She expected something rundown or messy. Her men kept a clean work space. They moved in the house with her. She woke one day to find Matt putting away some shirts. Both of her men seemed to know when she was incapable of fighting the illness. Several times she’d stared at the phone with Dr. Martin’s number punched in. Her dreams were filled with wolves. Matt and Kris dominated most of them. In the dreams she was healthy with a body that wouldn’t fail her. When she woke her real nightmares began. In the space of a few weeks she’d fallen in love with two men she barely knew. The thought of leaving them filled her with regret. What if she’d taken the medication? Would she still be alive? No matter what she thought there was no changing it. This had been her decision to make. She woke up on the fourth day feeling worse than ever before. Cynthia lay in bed feeling drained. Her illness was catching up with her, and for the first time since she’d discovered her leukaemia she despised it. After five years of accepting the inevitable she hated it. She was in love with two men. The knowledge excited her and frightened her. She heard her men walking around her house. All she wanted to do was go to them, but her energy was gone. Kris padded back into the bedroom. He wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. His cock lay flaccid as he looked at her. She lay watching him. Kris paused and sniffed the air. He tended to sniff the air when he was around her. Walking over to the bed he ran his hand over her temple. “Something is wrong,” he said. “I’m tired.” She closed her eyes waiting for sleep to claim her. All she did was sleep. Her appetite had completely diminished. “Matt.” He yelled the word. She didn’t even have the energy to flinch. Her other man