herself the anguish of explaining her sudden change in mood.
“Jordan, I need you. Please. I need you.”
She turned onto her rear, only vaguely aware of the bitter words Micah chewed out. She slowly rubbed at her wrist. Months had passed, wounds had healed. Then why did her flesh burn and pain spark? Why did her heart hammer at her chest and cold sweat bead along her brow? These were her mates, men sworn to protect her. Micah promised— he promised ! —he wouldn’t hurt her.
And yet, he did.
He didn’t know. He doesn’t know. Neither does.
The front door of her small cabin slammed into the wall. The heavy stomping of boots echoed down the hallway, sending tremors through the floorboards. Kasa drew her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs as tears burned her eyes.
Her brother would always come to her rescue. Always.
Chapter Five
“What the fuck are you doing to her?” Jordan roared. Slade regained his footing from the violent shove by the man who had stormed into their territory. Not even two minutes had passed since he heard the pleas from Kasa. Now they had to deal with this raging lunatic?
Damn, he was tired as all hell, and the last thing he wanted was to face off with the proposed protective older brother.
From where he stood, he caught a glimpse of dark hair barely peeking out over the top of the mattress. When he stepped in Kasa’s direction, the rabid wolf bunched his shirt at his neck and heaved him into the wall. A dull pain spread up his back, but nothing dulled the sudden influx of feral dominance and anger that made his wolf snarl.
“Don’t come in here expecting to knock us down, bro. She’s our mate, and we’ll do well protecting her ourselves.” Slade scowled. Micah’s face had become expressionless. Cold. The man could ignite a spark of fear even in him when he took on that deceiving, impartial look. He knew the killer that lay in wait, luring his prey.
“I told you before she’s perfectly safe with us,” Micah added. His deep tone matched the degree of iciness in his eyes. Jordan didn’t seem the least bit intimidated. Perhaps the rumors they’d heard regarding the man were true. Interesting.
A soft sob filtered through the tense air. Jordan scowled and waved Micah away. “Get out of the room.” His amber eyes flashed deadly malice in Slade’s direction. “Both of you.”
“We’re not going anywhere,” Slade growled. He pressed to his feet and casually straightened his shirt. A smile touched his mouth, one that didn’t quite fit the tense standoff. “Let us handle this.”
“Handle?” Jordan snorted and rounded the bed. He leaned over Kasa, his locked arms braced on white-knuckled fists. That dangerous glint in his eyes launched daggers into Micah a split second before he they turned on Slade. Slade’s smile grew. No point in feeding fuel to the wild fire. “You’ve done a helluva job handling her thus far. Not even an hour, and you both are on her like sex-hungry madmen.”
Slade noted how tight his brother’s fists had balled by his sides. The tic in his jaw echoed along his temple. His pale blue eyes had darkened in swirls of stormy gray. Damn, the wolves danced just out of view, pacing anxiously along the surface of Micah and Jordan.
“Bro, get out of here before you do something I’ll be pissed about,” Slade groaned. Micah’s shoulders stiffened. He cast Slade a sharp look, snarled, then stormed out of the room. A moment later, the front door slammed shut, rattling the windows and shaking the entire cabin. Slade shrugged and drew closer to Kasa. Jordan shifted slightly, edging one leg to block her from Slade’s view. He could almost sense the man’s hackles rise. His upper lip quivered on the brink of a sneer. He straightened to his full, imposing height. Well, imposing to some weak fool. Slade wasn’t that fool, and he sure as hell wasn’t weak.
“I suggest you follow in your brother’s wise footsteps,” Jordan
“Jordan, I need you. Please. I need you.”
She turned onto her rear, only vaguely aware of the bitter words Micah chewed out. She slowly rubbed at her wrist. Months had passed, wounds had healed. Then why did her flesh burn and pain spark? Why did her heart hammer at her chest and cold sweat bead along her brow? These were her mates, men sworn to protect her. Micah promised— he promised ! —he wouldn’t hurt her.
And yet, he did.
He didn’t know. He doesn’t know. Neither does.
The front door of her small cabin slammed into the wall. The heavy stomping of boots echoed down the hallway, sending tremors through the floorboards. Kasa drew her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs as tears burned her eyes.
Her brother would always come to her rescue. Always.
Chapter Five
“What the fuck are you doing to her?” Jordan roared. Slade regained his footing from the violent shove by the man who had stormed into their territory. Not even two minutes had passed since he heard the pleas from Kasa. Now they had to deal with this raging lunatic?
Damn, he was tired as all hell, and the last thing he wanted was to face off with the proposed protective older brother.
From where he stood, he caught a glimpse of dark hair barely peeking out over the top of the mattress. When he stepped in Kasa’s direction, the rabid wolf bunched his shirt at his neck and heaved him into the wall. A dull pain spread up his back, but nothing dulled the sudden influx of feral dominance and anger that made his wolf snarl.
“Don’t come in here expecting to knock us down, bro. She’s our mate, and we’ll do well protecting her ourselves.” Slade scowled. Micah’s face had become expressionless. Cold. The man could ignite a spark of fear even in him when he took on that deceiving, impartial look. He knew the killer that lay in wait, luring his prey.
“I told you before she’s perfectly safe with us,” Micah added. His deep tone matched the degree of iciness in his eyes. Jordan didn’t seem the least bit intimidated. Perhaps the rumors they’d heard regarding the man were true. Interesting.
A soft sob filtered through the tense air. Jordan scowled and waved Micah away. “Get out of the room.” His amber eyes flashed deadly malice in Slade’s direction. “Both of you.”
“We’re not going anywhere,” Slade growled. He pressed to his feet and casually straightened his shirt. A smile touched his mouth, one that didn’t quite fit the tense standoff. “Let us handle this.”
“Handle?” Jordan snorted and rounded the bed. He leaned over Kasa, his locked arms braced on white-knuckled fists. That dangerous glint in his eyes launched daggers into Micah a split second before he they turned on Slade. Slade’s smile grew. No point in feeding fuel to the wild fire. “You’ve done a helluva job handling her thus far. Not even an hour, and you both are on her like sex-hungry madmen.”
Slade noted how tight his brother’s fists had balled by his sides. The tic in his jaw echoed along his temple. His pale blue eyes had darkened in swirls of stormy gray. Damn, the wolves danced just out of view, pacing anxiously along the surface of Micah and Jordan.
“Bro, get out of here before you do something I’ll be pissed about,” Slade groaned. Micah’s shoulders stiffened. He cast Slade a sharp look, snarled, then stormed out of the room. A moment later, the front door slammed shut, rattling the windows and shaking the entire cabin. Slade shrugged and drew closer to Kasa. Jordan shifted slightly, edging one leg to block her from Slade’s view. He could almost sense the man’s hackles rise. His upper lip quivered on the brink of a sneer. He straightened to his full, imposing height. Well, imposing to some weak fool. Slade wasn’t that fool, and he sure as hell wasn’t weak.
“I suggest you follow in your brother’s wise footsteps,” Jordan
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