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  “You spoil him.” Hearing that familiar deep voice, she looked up to see one of the other workers, Shawn. Although he was dressed in an old, filthy tracksuit, he somehow made it work, looking as strikingly cute as always.

  “Yeah, well, it breaks my heart seeing him like that.” She carefully slid the sleeping, sandy dog onto the floor and got to her feet.

  “Since your shift is over, I came to ask if you wanted to go for lunch.” God, this guy was tenacious. No matter how many times she had declined, he still asked her out at least once a week. Once upon a time—over five years ago—they’d had a brief fling. He was a nice guy, he was good looking, and her wolf happened to like him. As such, the brief fling might not have been so brief if it hadn’t been for one thing…Shawn was human.

  She had nothing against humans, but having anything more than a fling with them wasn’t recommended. Their culture was totally different, so they couldn’t understand the draw or importance of a true mate bond, and as such they weren’t too good at stepping aside if the shifter with whom they’d been in a relationship suddenly discovered a mate. It had led to a lot of brawls in the past—no one should try getting in between mates. Then those “Die Demons” groups got involved, using the incidents as evidence that shifters were abominations and needed to be killed, blah, blah, blah.

  Whatfreakingever.

  At present, none of that was going to be a problem for Jaime, because even if she found the person who was the other half of her soul, she wouldn’t want to mate with him. Because of her problems with her wolf, there was simply no way Jaime could form that metaphysical link with her mate without risking his life, and that wasn’t something she was prepared to do.

  But maybe a brief fling with someone wouldn’t be such a bad thing, she thought as she looked again at Shawn. It wasn’t like he would expect anything from her that she wasn’t able to give. He knew the score, and he certainly knew what he was doing in the bedroom. There was a problem, though. Shawn was on the rebound. Sure, it would only be a fling, so it wasn’t really a big deal, but would it be fair for them to have a fling while they both pined for others? That wasn’t to say she couldn’t spend a little time with him and see if nature eventually took its course, right? She wasn’t the type of girl to be put off by the itty-bitty fact that he was so boring a boomerang wouldn’t go back to him. It was actually kind of endearing.

  “Sure, we can do lunch, but just as friends,” she insisted as she locked Ben’s cage. “For now.

  You’re still on the rebound, and I’m barely in the process of moving on from someone.” Someone she hadn’t even been dating—how pathetic was that?

  Smiling, he nodded. “For now. Maybe what we both need most right now is an uncomplicated friendship anyway.” Twenty minutes later they were in Mo’s Diner. No sooner had Jaime and Shawn placed their orders than the door opened and in strode the object of her dirtiest—okay, most sinful—

  fantasies. As usual, he looked dauntless, sharp, capable, and so freaking hot she hitched in a breath.

  His dominant, confident, purposeful walk shouldn’t have been so damn attractive, considering it bordered on cocky, but it heated her blood and roused her wolf. Jaime would bet he was just as dominant and capable in bed, would bet—

  No, no more pining!

  The voice was right. Returning her focus to Shawn, Jaime smiled brightly at him and wished to God that her body was having this reaction to him instead of to the cocky jerk on the other side of the diner. Groan.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “I’m guessing by your amused smile that you haven’t called for this meeting to defend Glory’s honor,” Dante said to Nick after he, Tao, Trick, and Marcus had all exchanged respectful nods with Nick, his Beta, his bodyguard, and Head Enforcer.

  “No,” said Nick once they were all seated at the long table. “Not only does Glory make a habit of telling tales, but I think I know you well enough to know that you wouldn’t walk away from your mate.” Although his posture was casual, Dante knew there was nothing relaxed about Nick Axton.

  Power seemed to hum around him, coiled in his muscles as if ready to strike at the slightest signal.

  Nick didn’t have Trey’s menacing air or unapproachability, but he had an indomitable look about him that could unnerve people. Darkness lurked in his sharp green eyes, almost stained them. They were the eyes of someone who had seen many things he hadn’t wanted to see.

  Each of them ordered coffee, and Marcus—apparently still hungry—also ordered a burger.

  “As you’ve probably guessed, I can’t, and won’t, let what she’s done slide,” he told Nick. “A false claim is a serious thing, and no shifter would tolerate it. Having said that, I do acknowledge that, as her Alpha, you have a right to deal with her. So the question is, are you willing to order her to stop spouting this false claim, or do I need to get involved?”

  Nick was quiet for a moment. “I’ve already spoken at length with Glory. She claims that she was mistaken, which we all know is a load of bullshit. She has been punished appropriately and ordered to cease making a claim on you. But I can’t do anything about her brothers. They all mated into different packs, so I have no control over whether they come after you for supposedly abandoning her.”

  “I don’t suppose you have any idea why she’d lie about something like this, do you?” Tao asked the Alpha.

  Nick puffed. “To answer that question, I’d have to understand how women operate. I’m still working on that one.”

  “There’s one thing you need to understand, Nick.” Dante’s expression was grave. “I appreciate you contacting me about her claim and that you’ve taken her to task. But if she continues to make a false claim and spread any more lies about me, I will not ask you to interfere on my behalf.

  I’ll act on it myself, with or without your say-so.”

  Nick shrugged. “I’d say the same if the situation was reversed. I take it Trey didn’t let Taryn come to the meeting because of the pregnancy.”

  “We’re planning to tell them later,” explained Tao.

  “Good decision.” Nick nodded approvingly. “She can’t battle to come to a meeting that’s already taken place. So how’s she getting along with the pregnancy?” Dante smiled. “She’s not impressed about the waddling or the swollen belly, and she has a mood swing about every eight minutes, but other than that she’s fine.”

  “Is she in touch with her dad, or has he disowned her again?”

  “She’s talked to him a few times over the past month, but that was mainly because she was negotiating Shaya moving to our pack.”

  “And, um, how’s Shaya doing?” The casualness with which Nick had spoken was forced, Dante knew.

  The guy was genuinely interested in Shaya, Dante was sure of that. Whenever Nick was in their territory, he watched her with the same naked voracity that he had at Taryn and Trey’s mating ceremony. Oddly, though, he never spoke to her, and the bubbly female never made any attempts to speak to him—as if by mutual agreement they were each pretending the other didn’t exist. It was weird, to say the least. “She’s fine.”

  A tall, slim blonde suddenly passed by, wiggling her ass provocatively…which was most likely why the guys at his table were practically drooling. Dante probably would have reacted the same way if he hadn’t felt…distracted. There was a trace of a familiar scent in the air that made his nerve endings come alive.

  He scanned the diner slowly, confused and curious…and his mouth fixed into a hard line as his gaze landed on a particular table. Motherfucker. Dante’s wolf leaped to attention as he recognized that plush mouth, long sable hair, and pair of smoky-blue eyes that had a mischievous twinkle. But even as his cock was jerking and hardening, his mood was swiftly changing from relaxed to agitated.

  Because she wasn’t alone. No, she was sitting opposite some guy, giving him that beaming smile that never failed to affect Dante. Whereas usually that smile shot straight to his groin, it was now twisting his gut, because it wasn’t directed a
t him.

  He’d felt the same way this morning after witnessing Jaime joking around with Dominic.

  What, you’d expected her to sit with you even though you give her no encouragement whatsoever?

  Well, yeah, he had, actually. It was what she normally did each morning.

  He was conscious that conversation was continuing around him, and he was even occasionally contributing to it, but his attention was mainly on Jaime as he willed her to look at him. Willed her to move her focus from that asshole, whoever he was, for just one fucking minute. Then, suddenly, she did and her eyes found his. He could have sworn she shuddered slightly, but then she gave him a cool, polite smile and returned her attention to the guy at her table.

  Dante’s wolf growled at her aloofness, pushing at him to go to her. So this was the reason she was no longer interested in him. What was so damn special about that guy? He just looked like some pretty boy. Not that Dante truly cared or anything. His ego cared, but that was different—Jaime’s abrupt indifference was a blow, and no dominant wolf reacted well to an ego blow. That was all it was.

  Swallowing back a growl, Dante forced his gaze away from Jaime. He should be relieved that she had gotten the message that he wasn’t interested. Instead, he was annoyed. And he was annoyed that he was annoyed. He hadn’t realized until now that although her crush had made him feel uncomfortable, he’d liked it. He’d liked that there was someone around who wanted him that much, someone who would give him her undivided attention. His ego had liked it. And now he was battling the urge to go over there and drag her away from the other guy. With her attention suddenly gone, it felt…cold.

  When the sound of her husky laugh met his ears, arousal shot through Dante in spite of his irritated state. Clearly, the guys had also heard it, because their heads all swerved around.

  “Hey, it’s Jaime,” drawled Trick, smirking at Dante. “Looks really good today, doesn’t she?” Tao strained to look. “Who’s that guy she’s with?”

  “No idea,” said Trick before turning back to Dante. “Well, it seems like you’ve been officially replaced.”

  Dante ground his teeth so hard that it was audible, which made Trick’s smile widen.

  Nick didn’t even have the decency to hide his amusement. “I think that concludes the meeting.

  If I hear any more about Glory’s brothers, I’ll let you know.” Dante nodded as they all stood and headed for the door. Behind him he heard that husky laugh again, and it took everything he had not to turn around. His wolf growled his disapproval, not understanding why Dante hadn’t gone over there to warn off the other male, which served to remind Dante exactly why he was staying clear of this female.

  Only once before now had his wolf ever been so incited by a female. Naturally, Dante hadn’t had a problem with answering that craving—over and over again, in fact—because he hadn’t suspected that things would get as complicated and painful as they later did. Never would he chance that happening again. Never.

  Gathered with the pack in the living area after dinner, Jaime pretended that she couldn’t feel Dante’s eyes on her. His gaze had been drilling into her since she came home—and not in a good way. It wasn’t the kind of look that would heat a girl’s blood; it was a piercing scowl that sent a shiver down her spine. He had shot Jaime the same look in the diner, but rather than making her nervous, a bolt of heat had lanced through her the second her gaze met his. But then, Jaime had never responded appropriately to danger. She didn’t seem to have a “flight” response. That had gotten her into all kinds of shit.

  Unable to think of a reason Dante suddenly found her scowl-worthy, she paid no attention to him. Instead, she allowed herself to be distracted by the blond pervert beside her on the gigantic sectional sofa who could always make her laugh.

  “Look at you,” drawled Greta from a black leather armchair. “One minute you’re chasing Dante, and the next minute you’re all over Dominic like a rash.” Hunk, who was snuggled on Jaime’s lap, hissed loudly, but Jaime simply smiled at the fuzzy-haired old woman. Her face was twisted into a scowl that wasn’t all that different from the decorative swirls carved into the sandstone of the main wall. Greta had always terrified Jaime as a kid, just as she’d terrified every kid other than Trey, Dante, Tao, Marcus, Trick, Ryan, and Dominic —her boys.

  “At one point, you practically stalked poor Dante.”

  “Stalked?” echoed Jaime. “No, I just watched him. At night. From behind a bush. Using night-vision goggles.”

  To her surprise, Dante’s frown melted into a smile. No one ever stepped in to defend the old woman, because they all knew that the only way to deal with her was tit for tat. If the unmated females couldn’t handle Greta, they’d never survive in the pack.

  Greta sneered at her. “You shouldn’t be surprised that he isn’t interested. What would he want with a big-breasted, fat-assed slut like you?”

  Jaime sighed dramatically. “I wish the wizard had lived up to his promise and given you a heart.” In some ways, Jaime found her amusing. Her wolf didn’t, however. The cranky animal wanted to lunge at Greta and take a bite out of her. No surprise there. Her wolf’s answer to everything was, sadly, “attack.” Once again, Jaime found herself grieving the patient, nurturing, playful wolf that had once lived within her until that fucked-up night all those years ago.

  “I suppose you look a tiny bit better nowadays. You’d always been a fat child.”

  “I prefer the term ‘charitably shaped.’”

  “If you thought being thinner would bag you one of my boys, you’re very wrong. They can see right through power-hungry sluts like you. You wanted to be Beta female, and when that didn’t work you moved on to one of the enforcers, didn’t you? I told them that that’s the only reason you’d applied to switch packs. I told them not to accept you. But did they listen to me? Noooo. Don’t think that means you’ve won. I’ve got my eye on you. I always look out for my boys. Dante and Dominic are just as much my grandsons as Trey.”

  “That’s nice. Maybe that means they’ll help you out with this emotional crisis that you’re going through.”

  Greta narrowed her eyes. “That’s a terrible attitude you’ve got.”

  “Yep, and I know how to use it.”

  “You’re no better than her.” She nodded toward Taryn, who was laughing on the reclining end of the sectional sofa. Trey placed a possessive, protective hand on her pregnant belly. Their bond was so strong and solid it was almost visible. It had Jaime feeling a little jealous.

  The tiny, blonde Alpha female gave the old woman a smile that dripped with pity. “Greta, maybe you should take a Valium and have a nice nap. You’re only raising your blood pressure, and we don’t want that.”

  Ignoring her, Greta curled her upper lip at Jaime. “Have you always been such an insufferable flirt?”

  “‘Minx’ would be the word I’d use.”

  She pointed hard at Jaime. “Just remember that I’m onto you. Your cards are marked. So I’d give up your little seduction plan if I were you, because it won’t get you far. As if any of my boys would go for a submissive tramp like you anyway—big boobs or not!” Jaime cocked her head and frowned. “You know…it sounded like English, but…”

  “There’s that smart mouth again.”

  “If you don’t want to listen to it, by all means, go back to Narnia. I’d imagine you’re missing your wand and crown anyway.”

  Greta glanced around the room. “Have you all heard the way she speaks to me?!” Many of them looked like they were holding back a laugh at the look of outrage on Greta’s face. Taryn, unsurprisingly, didn’t.

  When the old woman again sneered at her, Jaime gave her a beaming smile. “Be honest, Greta, you’ve missed me all these years, haven’t you?”

  “Ignore her,” Taryn advised Jaime. “Don’t let the senile old crone wind you up. It’s what she lives for.”

  “I heard that,” said Greta.

  “Well, it wasn’t like I was whispering.” Taryn gave J
aime a pleading look. “Any tips on how to deal with Old Mother Hubbard here? You’ve known her longer than I have.” Jaime pursed her lips. “Don’t get light in her eyes, don’t get her wet, and never feed her after midnight.”

  “I’ve had enough.” With a humph, Greta rose from her seat. “I don’t have to sit around here and be insulted.” She practically marched out of the room, mumbling to herself.

  Lydia shook her head, chuckling. “That woman will outlive us all.” Tao smiled, running a hand through his tousled chocolate-brown hair. “She’s more strong-willed than all of us put together.”

  Strangely, Jaime found herself wondering why though she favored the shade of chocolate-brown over walnut-brown, she preferred Dante’s hair to Tao’s. In fact, if any of the enforcers should be her type, it was Tao. All her past boyfriends had been similar to him: intense by nature, hair that was short but long enough to ruffle, and with a body that was muscular but more athletic than burly.

  Dante didn’t fit into her type at all, and yet it was him she was drawn to. And didn’t that just chafe.

  “So,” drawled Trey, turning to Dante. “Tell us more about this meeting you went to.” Once Dante was done telling the tale, Taryn cursed a blue streak that would have made any sailor proud. Oh, he’d definitely made the right decision by not telling her sooner.

  “I never liked that bitch. She flirted with Trey when I went to that mating ceremony on Nick’s territory. I was five feet away at the time.”

  “Yeah, but you scared her off.” Trey affectionately rubbed circles on her belly.