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the divine visions that had been bestowed upon her to lead her to her Mate so many months ago.
Almost instantly it was over. He looked at them both and nodded. Then he turned to Dominic, still unable to recognize Parker as Alpha while his father was still sitting in the room. "It is a true Mating," he said in his creaky voice. "It must be protected. I will inform the Council." Charmaine felt a rush of relief flood her body. She and Parker had always known, and Dominic and Lena had believed them, but to hear it validated by a Council Elder was powerful. She felt Parker's fingers capture hers and squeeze. They stood side by side, shared relief flowing through their clasped hands.
Then from Parker's pocket came the insistent ding of his cell phone. Elder Samson frowned as Parker tried to ignore it before waving his gnarled hand dismissively. "Oh, go on then," he grumbled, and Parker slipped from the room. She heard his tight, "Kreuger here," before he disappeared from earshot.
"Thank you, Elder Samson." The man scared her to death, but she was grateful for the role he played in her family's future.
He nodded curtly. "You're the Vella girl."
"That's right. César Vella is—was—my father."
"A good man."
Her eyes prickled with tears. "Yes, he was."
"My sympathies for your loss." It was the kindest she'd heard him since he walked in the door. Whether it was his sudden kindness, latent sadness for her father, or hormones, she didn't know, but her eyes suddenly filled and she excused herself.
Weeping in the kitchen she realized she hadn't had a chance to really mourn her father, not as she would have six months ago. She missed his gruff voice and his scent, the way he'd stood in the middle of the showroom every night, silently thanking his mentor, Toby Gillis, for his many blessings. What I wouldn't give to walk with him through the showroom again. To kiss the top of his head. To hear him call me "Princess" just one more time.
She'd been pulled in so many different directions since meeting Parker. Knowing that the whirlwind was on its way to being over sent a surge of relief through her entire body. Samson would vouch for them with the Council. They would have the protection of both packs. They could begin their life together, as openly as if they'd been born to the same pack. Her son would secure his rightful place as the future Alpha of the Kreuger pack. And though all those things were wonderful, necessary even, all she wanted was peace. Parker had been so tightly wound lately, on edge about everything. She wanted peace for him more than for herself.
The irony that her life was turning out just as her father had hoped was not lost on her. All he'd ever wanted was to see her married and Mated, raising children. He had called it her duty, but she realized it was more than that. It was her privilege.
Pop, I like to think you'd be proud of me , she thought. And even though he's a Kreuger, you'd like Parker. You really would .
She heard Parker's brisk footsteps from the other room. "Jamison called," he said to his father. "I'm going to head up there. Elder Samson, thank you again for coming."
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Son." The old man had taken on a sudden and inexplicable change in demeanor. Perhaps he was one of those people who took a while to warm up to others. Wiping her eyes hurriedly so that Parker wouldn't know she'd been crying, she stepped through the doorway.
Parker took her by the hand and pulled her close. "I have to go to Jamison's. Do you—" He didn't even finish before her eyes said it all for her. "Okay," he agreed. "I hate this, but okay. I'll take you with me."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Parker took the hairpin turns up the winding road as if he'd done it a thousand times. Charmaine's memory conjured up the image of Scottie, bruised and bleeding and nonetheless grinning his fool head off as they slid around on the bench seat of his
Almost instantly it was over. He looked at them both and nodded. Then he turned to Dominic, still unable to recognize Parker as Alpha while his father was still sitting in the room. "It is a true Mating," he said in his creaky voice. "It must be protected. I will inform the Council." Charmaine felt a rush of relief flood her body. She and Parker had always known, and Dominic and Lena had believed them, but to hear it validated by a Council Elder was powerful. She felt Parker's fingers capture hers and squeeze. They stood side by side, shared relief flowing through their clasped hands.
Then from Parker's pocket came the insistent ding of his cell phone. Elder Samson frowned as Parker tried to ignore it before waving his gnarled hand dismissively. "Oh, go on then," he grumbled, and Parker slipped from the room. She heard his tight, "Kreuger here," before he disappeared from earshot.
"Thank you, Elder Samson." The man scared her to death, but she was grateful for the role he played in her family's future.
He nodded curtly. "You're the Vella girl."
"That's right. César Vella is—was—my father."
"A good man."
Her eyes prickled with tears. "Yes, he was."
"My sympathies for your loss." It was the kindest she'd heard him since he walked in the door. Whether it was his sudden kindness, latent sadness for her father, or hormones, she didn't know, but her eyes suddenly filled and she excused herself.
Weeping in the kitchen she realized she hadn't had a chance to really mourn her father, not as she would have six months ago. She missed his gruff voice and his scent, the way he'd stood in the middle of the showroom every night, silently thanking his mentor, Toby Gillis, for his many blessings. What I wouldn't give to walk with him through the showroom again. To kiss the top of his head. To hear him call me "Princess" just one more time.
She'd been pulled in so many different directions since meeting Parker. Knowing that the whirlwind was on its way to being over sent a surge of relief through her entire body. Samson would vouch for them with the Council. They would have the protection of both packs. They could begin their life together, as openly as if they'd been born to the same pack. Her son would secure his rightful place as the future Alpha of the Kreuger pack. And though all those things were wonderful, necessary even, all she wanted was peace. Parker had been so tightly wound lately, on edge about everything. She wanted peace for him more than for herself.
The irony that her life was turning out just as her father had hoped was not lost on her. All he'd ever wanted was to see her married and Mated, raising children. He had called it her duty, but she realized it was more than that. It was her privilege.
Pop, I like to think you'd be proud of me , she thought. And even though he's a Kreuger, you'd like Parker. You really would .
She heard Parker's brisk footsteps from the other room. "Jamison called," he said to his father. "I'm going to head up there. Elder Samson, thank you again for coming."
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Son." The old man had taken on a sudden and inexplicable change in demeanor. Perhaps he was one of those people who took a while to warm up to others. Wiping her eyes hurriedly so that Parker wouldn't know she'd been crying, she stepped through the doorway.
Parker took her by the hand and pulled her close. "I have to go to Jamison's. Do you—" He didn't even finish before her eyes said it all for her. "Okay," he agreed. "I hate this, but okay. I'll take you with me."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Parker took the hairpin turns up the winding road as if he'd done it a thousand times. Charmaine's memory conjured up the image of Scottie, bruised and bleeding and nonetheless grinning his fool head off as they slid around on the bench seat of his
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