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though it was nothing. And to him it probably was. He wasn’t human. Maybe he didn’t even care for her kind. Maybe all his talk of not hurting her was nothing but a line. She’d been stupid to buy into it for even one second.
Tears filled her eyes but she blinked them back. She wouldn’t give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing he’d upset her, of seeing her cry. She spun around and came face to face with Armand and Louis. Armand looked concerned and it appeared genuine. Louis looked angry.
She started walking, slapping away Jacque’s hand when he reached for her again. “If you’re not going to kill me than leave me the hell alone.” She sniffed and a single tear rolled down her cheek, betraying her upset. She ignored it and stomped out of the kitchen. Well, she tried to, but she was too shaky and her limbs were stiff, making it impossible to stomp. Still, the intent was there.
Gwen went back to the bedroom and slammed the door behind her, wincing as the sound pierced her already aching head. There was a lock, so she turned that as well. It was only as she lowered herself onto the bed she realized how crazy her actions were. She’d challenged them and they’d let her go. Hell, she’d tried to emasculate Jacque and he’d laughed.
That’s what hurt her most. The bastard had laughed at her. She was hurt and had lost everything, and he’d laughed. Gwen didn’t know what would happen to her and, right now, she was too tired and hurt to care. She closed her eyes and did her best to block out the loud male voices down the hall.
Chapter Six
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Louis yelled at his brother. He wanted to beat Jacque to a pulp and then go down the hallway, scoop Gwen up and take her away.
“I didn’t hurt her,” he pointed out.
“Not physically maybe, but she was crying when she left.” And that hurt Louis to his core. His wolf was drawn to Gwen. He knew she was a potential mate for him, but deep in his heart he knew it wasn’t going to happen. She only had eyes for Jacque. That made him want to hurt his brother even worse.
Jacque raked his fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends briefly before releasing them. “I know. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her.”
His brother appeared totally bewildered and Louis felt a tiny shred of sympathy. Not much but enough to keep him from lashing out physically. “She’s fragile right now, physically and emotionally. We need to take care of her.” He threw in the we as a reminder that he wanted Gwen too. If she’d have him, he’d jump in a split second. Her life with him would be easier. He was a second son and not an alpha.
“I know.” Jacque stared down the hallway. They’d all heard the door slam and the lock turn. The woman had a temper and would keep all of them on their toes. Damned if Louis wasn’t looking forward to it. Their lives had been regimented for far too long, every day the same. Gwen was certainly shaking things up.
“Romance. The woman wants to write romance.” Armand pulled out a chair, turned it around and sat, leaning his arms over the back. “I think I saw some notes in the piles of papers we packed up at her place.” He stared pointedly at Jacque. “We could take her back. Nothing she could write would really hurt her.”
Jacque shook his head and Louis knew exactly what his brother was going to say. He’d been thinking the same thing. “If she gives any kind of details at all and our father or one of the pack in Louisiana reads it, they’ll go after her. It won’t matter if she leaves out names. Even the fact that Hector visited her might be enough if Father finds out.”
Pierre LaForge was a ruthless bastard and wouldn’t even blink at killing Gwen. The sonofabitch would probably enjoy it.
“Jacque is right.” Louis went to the refrigerator and pulled out three bottles of beer. He tossed one to his brother and handed the other to Armand. “Just having
Tears filled her eyes but she blinked them back. She wouldn’t give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing he’d upset her, of seeing her cry. She spun around and came face to face with Armand and Louis. Armand looked concerned and it appeared genuine. Louis looked angry.
She started walking, slapping away Jacque’s hand when he reached for her again. “If you’re not going to kill me than leave me the hell alone.” She sniffed and a single tear rolled down her cheek, betraying her upset. She ignored it and stomped out of the kitchen. Well, she tried to, but she was too shaky and her limbs were stiff, making it impossible to stomp. Still, the intent was there.
Gwen went back to the bedroom and slammed the door behind her, wincing as the sound pierced her already aching head. There was a lock, so she turned that as well. It was only as she lowered herself onto the bed she realized how crazy her actions were. She’d challenged them and they’d let her go. Hell, she’d tried to emasculate Jacque and he’d laughed.
That’s what hurt her most. The bastard had laughed at her. She was hurt and had lost everything, and he’d laughed. Gwen didn’t know what would happen to her and, right now, she was too tired and hurt to care. She closed her eyes and did her best to block out the loud male voices down the hall.
Chapter Six
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Louis yelled at his brother. He wanted to beat Jacque to a pulp and then go down the hallway, scoop Gwen up and take her away.
“I didn’t hurt her,” he pointed out.
“Not physically maybe, but she was crying when she left.” And that hurt Louis to his core. His wolf was drawn to Gwen. He knew she was a potential mate for him, but deep in his heart he knew it wasn’t going to happen. She only had eyes for Jacque. That made him want to hurt his brother even worse.
Jacque raked his fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends briefly before releasing them. “I know. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her.”
His brother appeared totally bewildered and Louis felt a tiny shred of sympathy. Not much but enough to keep him from lashing out physically. “She’s fragile right now, physically and emotionally. We need to take care of her.” He threw in the we as a reminder that he wanted Gwen too. If she’d have him, he’d jump in a split second. Her life with him would be easier. He was a second son and not an alpha.
“I know.” Jacque stared down the hallway. They’d all heard the door slam and the lock turn. The woman had a temper and would keep all of them on their toes. Damned if Louis wasn’t looking forward to it. Their lives had been regimented for far too long, every day the same. Gwen was certainly shaking things up.
“Romance. The woman wants to write romance.” Armand pulled out a chair, turned it around and sat, leaning his arms over the back. “I think I saw some notes in the piles of papers we packed up at her place.” He stared pointedly at Jacque. “We could take her back. Nothing she could write would really hurt her.”
Jacque shook his head and Louis knew exactly what his brother was going to say. He’d been thinking the same thing. “If she gives any kind of details at all and our father or one of the pack in Louisiana reads it, they’ll go after her. It won’t matter if she leaves out names. Even the fact that Hector visited her might be enough if Father finds out.”
Pierre LaForge was a ruthless bastard and wouldn’t even blink at killing Gwen. The sonofabitch would probably enjoy it.
“Jacque is right.” Louis went to the refrigerator and pulled out three bottles of beer. He tossed one to his brother and handed the other to Armand. “Just having
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