Slowly, I turn in a circle and my eyes connect with the guy filling up a battered truck at the gas station. Or at least, that was what it looked like he’d been doing before he scented me, just as I scented him.
Without taking his eyes off of me, he shoves the gas pump back in its slot and straightens from his lean against the truck. When he takes a step away from the truck he’s filling, I get my first unobstructed view of his body. He’s big. At least six feet, which puts him about the same height, if not build, as Shane. This shifter is more heavily muscled than Shane is not that anyone could describe Shane as lean. My mate has the sort of muscles most women sigh over, something I know all too well because before I knew what my life would be like in the Dacre pack, I sighed just as loudly as they did. I feel panic surging at the sight of this shifter’s heavy muscles and the narrow-eyed steel-gray stare, which tells me he can only be one thing. Alpha. My duffel slides off my shoulder and hits the ground with a thud. I barely notice. This brawny, shaved haired, alpha takes another step forward, and I back up. Fast. “Hey, there’s no need to—” I don’t stick around to hear what he has to say, or what lies he intends to use to trap me here. Maybe if I was an ordinary shifter, then I wouldn’t be breaking out in a cold sweat at the thought of him getting his hands on me. But I’m special. Different. It’s the reason I stayed clear—well clear of any place I knew there were any shifters. Since we shifters are a violent bunch, there are less packs around than there used to be. Some have been so aggressive, they’ve imploded and they exist only in shifter memory now, packs like the Raleighs, who even my father used to say he’d hesitate to take one on. The reason I have so much value is because I can stop a pack from imploding the way the Raleighs did. It’s the reason why shifter history is full of stories about omegas being stolen from their homes and never seen again. When I was younger, I think I was thirteen, I had enough of feeling like I didn’t belong, so I ran away from home. My father found me right away. On the long walk home, he told me story after story about attempts to breed more omegas because what I am is so rare. All that night I thought about what that would be like, to be stolen away to another pack and forced to bear child after child with an alpha who was only interested in producing another omega. I never tried to run away again. When my father would hold meetings with other alphas, I saw the greedy way they studied me when he wasn’t looking. It wasn’t hard to guess what my fate would be if my father wasn’t so feared. Coming from a well-known pack, I know most, if not all, the shifter packs in the states. Or at least I thought I did. This just goes to show how wrong I was. So, although Shane treated me like I was worthless, I was only worthless to him. There was a reason his father pushed him to get me pregnant when we discovered we were fated mates. It was the reason which meant that no matter how Shane felt about Bree, once his father learned who or rather what I was, there was no way he would agree to a mating between Shane and Bree. Shane would have fought his father on it. But the price of Bree would mean handing back his new position as alpha, a position that would revert to the old alpha, his father, who was still young enough to seize control of the pack. I spin around… and glimpse someone else heading toward me from across the road. Someone who halts as soon as my eyes lock on him. This other brown-haired shifter in a white tee and blue jeans is less tall, less muscled, and overall, less threatening. The beta, most likely. But that doesn’t mean I want him anywhere near me. His brown eyes are deep with concern, though I don’t understand why until I realize I’ve backed out into the road, and barrelling toward me is a semi-truck going too fast to stop. Oh God, my baby. Like one of those too-stupid-to-live characters in a horror movie confronted with the big bad, I freeze instead of running. Sheer terror floods my body that I can’t think of anything other than curving an arm protectively around my belly, feeling like my feet are glued to the ground. After all my running, all the things I’ve done to stay hidden and not make any mistakes, mine and my baby’s life is going to end in a town with a population of two thousand under the wheels of a semi. I worked so hard. It’s just not fair. Before I know what’s happened, a solid weight sends me hurtling out of the way. I hear tires squealing, and the gust of wind that tells me how close the semi came to flattening me, and then my body hits the ground. Hard. I land awkwardly, and my impact is immediately followed by a series of sharp and overly loud cracks. And then the pain hits, telling me I broke a bone in my right leg. Probably several bones, both big and small. I’m gasping as searing agony blows through me, then my vision goes blurry, like that moment just before you drift off to sleep. As if you’re not really awake, but you know you’re not sleeping either. For a single second, I feel the weight of a stare on my face. I get the sense someone is leaning over me, maybe even saying something. As time goes by, my vision doesn’t get any clearer—if anything, it gets worse. Then I blink, and the sharp agony radiating outward from my leg grows until I’d do anything, give anything to escape it. I blink again, feeling a tear slide down the side of my face to be buried in my long, dark hair. The next time I open my eyes, it’s to blackness. Or maybe I don’t open my eyes at all because in this dark place there’s no light or sound or pain. There’s nothing. Male voices coming from a few feet away wake me. I open my eyes and fix my gaze on a solid dark wood door, but I don’t move. “She’s pregnant. And in case you didn’t notice, she’s also mated. We need to find out why she’s here and return her. I doubt her mate will be happy finding her here.” It’s the brawny shifter. Even though the voices are coming from just outside a door that someone has left open a crack, I know it must be the alpha shifter from the gas station. Clearly, he must not have guessed what I am to be so eager to send me away. If he knew, I doubt he’d be so against my staying. Not that I want to, and not that I intend to. I shift my gaze away from the door, wanting to take advantage of my alone time to examine the room. I'm guessing the beta, the wolf with the warm brown eyes, brought me. Sooner rather than later, one of them will realize I’m awake and come looking for answers to their questions. Answers that I have no intention of giving them. The rich and strangely comforting masculine scent in this sparsely decorated bedroom clues me in that I’m in a guy’s room. Probably the betas'. God, I hope it’s the beta and not the gruff alpha who sounds like he would’ve preferred if the semi had flattened me. “She’s hurt. And she was running, in case you missed it. Or were you not paying attention to the duffel and the way she sprinted away from you the second she realized she’d stumbled into a town of shifters?” This other voice is softer, friendlier, and the one I’m guessing is the beta who saved me from my fate. A town of shifters? I can’t believe I’m this unlucky, I think with a grimace. And then I turn a little so I can see even more of this room filled with dark wood furnishings, and the lowered blinds preventing me from telling what time it is. As I shift to examine even more, I suck in a sharp breath at the searing agony shooting up my leg at my tiny movement. My eyes widen at the sight of my right leg that someone—again I’m guessing the beta—has heavily bandaged before strapping on a leg brace. But that’s not all. There are two large cushions set on either side to keep my leg straight. That’s when I know it’s bad because we shifters heal fast. We don’t need heavy bandages or leg braces. And the pain. The slightest movement has my eyes watering, so I lie back down on the bed and try not to breathe, let alone move. I remember hearing a series of cracks, so I must’ve broken my leg in several places, that much is clear. Just how long it’s going to take me to recover is a mystery because I’ve never hurt myself as bad as this before. What’s disturbing is I have no memory of going to the hospital, or of anything other than nearly being run over by a semi, and being tackled out of the way. But someone bandaged my leg, and removed my jeans and t-shirt, replacing it with an oversized white t-shirt that hits me to mid-thigh. All of that happened, but when? How much time has passed? “It looks worse than it is.” A voice says from the door, startling me. In a desperate attempt to scramble away from him, I overbalance and thud to the floor. Crying out, my world goes hazy with pain, making me blind to everything other than a need for it to end. Then the brown-haired wolf, the one with the kind eyes, is gently picking me up and depositing me back into the bed. “You’re not having the best luck, are you?” Ain’t that the truth. “What do you want from me?” My voice is shrill, and I lean away from him, even as he’s backing up with his hands raised in the universal sign of peace. “Nothing. Just for you to rest and get well so.” “Can you force me to stay? Is that it?” My voice rises an octave higher.Confusion swirls in his eyes. “Look, we have no intention of forcing you to stay. You can leave whenever you want.”I open my mouth.“Once you’re well enough.” He cuts in smoothly as he retreats to the doorway.Narrowing my eyes, I examine him more closely. He might have kind eyes, but he’s no pushover.And he seems the sort that can persuade you to do things you don’t want to. My lips are thin.A charmer then, like Shane Dacre.“And once the bus arrives.”Shit. The bus. The driver would’ve gone. Five minutes, he said. It could’ve been five days, and I’d be none the wiser. Just as I’m poised to ask what day it is and how long I’ve been here, he speaks. “Why would you think we’d force you to stay?” His question is quiet, and his gaze never leaves my face. This wolf doesn’t seem the sort to miss anything.I’d better be damn careful what I say around him.“I can’t imagine you have many shifter women here,” I say evasively.“We have some.” As if sensing my unease, he breaks eye contact
Since Shane came to our room, which was really only my room three times a week, I guess it has to be recent. If I was a couple of months along, there’s no way I wouldn’t have known it before I left.Even if I’d somehow overlooked it, one of the packs would’ve noticed my scent changing. I’m sure I only missed it when I was running because every day meant being somewhere new, with unfamiliar scents and smells. That and my desperate fear distracting me that Shane or his father were only one step behind me, ready to drag me back to a place I’d have no hope of leaving again.Soon I’ll start showing, and then eventually they’ll be a child which brings with it another fear. A deeper one that never leaves me. At twenty-two and being a rare type of shifter, I’ve never had to fend for myself before since I went straight from my father’s pack to Shane’s.I need to find a way to support us both. If I can’t, then I’m going to have to go back to Shane and that’s something I swore I would never do.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t completely naked because I was and still am in my panties, but that’s still a whole lot more skin than I wanted him to see. And he covered me with a sheet, which means he didn’t want to see any more of me either.“Don’t worry, I didn’t see much.”His quiet voice has me spinning my head to my other side, cutting off a cry of pain when my leg twinges, and there on the floor beside the bookcase, with a book draped over a raised denim covered knee, is Mack.I should’ve known he was already in the room, but with his scent everywhere, I wasn’t paying attention.“Uh, thanks?” “No worries.”After closing the book, he shoves it back in the bookcase before rising smoothly to his feet. I’m desperate to know what he was reading, but I’m also desperate for him to leave so I don’t have to look into his face and know he saw me naked, stretched out on the floor like a beached whale.I know I’m not fat since I’m built like most shifters, lean and athletic, but still…At the doo
For the first time, he talks directly to me, like I’m stupid, but he talks to me. Which I guess is something. “I don’t understand why. In your pack doesn’t your al—”“What Bennett means,” Mack interrupts, making my eyes widen with shock because a beta interrupting an alpha like that is practically unheard of, “is that there are different dynamics in all packs. His role doesn’t mean he’s always the only one giving orders.”I stare at him in confusion. “But that’s what an alpha does. Give orders.”Penny has a coughing fit and Mack turns to clap her on the back. Once she’s stopped, he continues speaking. “Things are a little more fluid here.”Since I’ve never heard, or seen any pack dynamic like this—where the beta can order the alpha to do something and there’s no pushback, I shift my focus back to Bennett to see what he’s making of all this.Bennett’s expression is completely blank. “Alpha,” he murmurs.“Alpha,” Mack repeats with a wide smile. “Now, did you want more bacon, Aerin?”I l
Although Adela stops wrapping to glance up at me, she doesn’t call me a liar, and neither does Mack, though they must be able to tell I’m not being entirely truthful.Mack’s eyes dip to my stomach. “Did you want to talk to Adela about the baby while she’s here? I can wait outside if you want?”You mean why did I run away from my mate? Uh, no thanks.They, Adela at least, think I’ve been abused. I caught her glances as if she were searching out bruises or cuts, but it’s pointless. Not just because we shifters heal too fast to leave lasting bruises. There are some wounds, some hurts that aren’t on the outside. They cut too deep for that.The worst was the indifference, I think. The way Shane would turn away when I was speaking as if what I had to say wasn’t important, or the way he wouldn’t care if I saw him disappearing with Bree. He’d return still doing up his pants as if he wanted me to know what they’d been doing. And if I somehow missed it, he’d stand next to where I was sitting
Soon it gets dark enough that Mack returns to lower the blinds and draw the curtains. I pretend to be asleep when he switches on the lamp beside my bed and turns off the overhead lights. I lay perfectly still, taking slow measured breaths until he leaves. His steps are light, unhurried, as he makes his way down the thickly carpeted hallway.After a short time in the bathroom, the sounds of running water stop and he moves into what must be another bedroom further down the hallway. The sounds now are quieter as he readies himself for bed.And then the house is still.Even then, I don’t move. Not until I know he’s gone to bed. Not until I’m sure he must’ve fallen asleep.Then, only when the house is completely silent do I sit up, peel the covers off me, and use both hands to shift my injured leg to the floor.At the first contact my toes make with the floor, I suck in a breath at the sharp pain. For several minutes I sit on the edge of the bed, just breathing in and out as I work myself
I catch the brief flash of relief in his eyes before he nods. “No one here will hurt you or threaten you, or do anything that you don’t want them to do. Not because I would stop them, but because no one in Winter Lake is like that.”I don’t even try to hide my disbelief because a pack like that doesn’t exist. My father hosted more than his fair share of alphas from all around the country, so if anyone would know, it would be me. It’s not even just that. Although I believe he won’t hurt me, he’s not the one I’m worried about.Mack wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing to stop the one person who has the power to do the most harm. Not unless he wanted to challenge Bennett for leadership of the pack, and after seeing the size of Bennett, I doubt Mack would want to do that. I doubt Mack would survive that.Right now, it seems he’s been able to talk Bennett into letting me stay, at least until my leg is healed. After that? I’ll be lucky if the door doesn’t hit me on the way out. That’s if Be
I guess protein bars aren’t a real food after all. “So, what do you want to do today?” Mack asks. I shrug. “I don’t know.”Although Mack has said it’s okay for me to read and watch TV and do nothing for three days, it’s hard to know what I actually want to do.Since I left the Dacre pack, I’ve spent all my time either moving to the next place or thinking about where I’d go next, because I knew staying in one place for too long would make it easier for Shane to track me.Although the Dacre pack is in a small town in Minnesota, the bus station doesn’t go to a lot of places. A determined shifter could track me, and Shane has every reason to be determined. His father taking away his position as alpha would do it.Winter Lake was supposed to be my short break. A place to catch my breath before I headed east to lose myself in New York. A city where there must be so many places to hide that no shifter nose could track me if I lost myself there. At least I hope not.I could even ask Mack to b