sound weak when she wasn’t.
“What?!”
She let out a long sigh and met Misha’s
gaze. “I’ve never told you but I...I don’t have control of my puma when I
shift. Last night, she ran from Rhys and if not for him using his Alpha I would
be dead right now.”
“God, Kait!”
“I know. I have no idea what to
do.”
Misha’s lips twisted. “What about
this wolf? Do you trust him?”
“He saved my life last night.
Rhys,” she started and then broke off. Should she tell her friend that Rhys
believed her to be his mate? It wouldn’t hurt. “Rhys believes me to be his
mate.”
Kaitlin glanced across to catch her
friend reaction and laughed at Misha’s stunned face.
“Trust you to get the enemy,” she
said.
Instantly sobered, she said. “Rhys
isn’t the enemy.”
Misha’s hands raised in a placating
fashion. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. If you trust him, so do I.”
Her gaze went out of focus as she thought on something and a blush stained her
cheeks. Kaitlin wondered what her best friend had been thinking about but
didn’t get chance to ask as Misha stood and walked across the room to pick up
the magazine she’d been studying before. She promptly hid behind it before
saying, “I just don’t think your dad will feel the same way.”
Instantly forgetting her friend’s
reaction she let out a groan and she pushed to her feet. “I need to be getting
home. Can I borrow some of your clothes? I smell of wolf.”
Her friend’s nose scrunched up at
the reminder and she walked over to her wardrobe and grabbed a top and some
jeans for her.
“Thanks.”
Hurriedly changing clothes, she
said a quick goodbye to Misha and headed to her house a few streets away.
Walking straight into the house she
heard raised voices coming from somewhere deeper in the house and wondered who
her father was furiously exchanging words with.
Heading to the kitchen in search of
her mother, she was surprised to see she wasn’t there. Her head turned in the
direction of her father’s office. Was her mum in there too? Council business?
Or about her?
Tiptoeing closer to her father’s
office, she concentrated on the voices within. Her father’s angry voice, her
mother’s concerned one and another male’s. It sounded vaguely familiar.
Kaitlin’s eyes widened when she recognised it and she hurried to the office,
pushing the door open quickly and looking between the three, staying longer on
Rhys’ handsome face.
“Kaitlin,” her mum lifted a hand
briefly before dropping it to her side again, her face going into its usual
blank mask.
Paul Mahone stood slowly and stared
her down, his face showing his anger. “Care to explain where you were last night,
Kaitlin?”
Her gaze shifted to Rhys who was
sat calmly in the chair, his gaze on her like everyone else in the room. She
licked her lips nervously and returned her gaze to her dad. Had Rhys told them
about last night?
“I was… I was with—” he gaze went
to Rhys again, not realising that the action answered her father’s question.
“She was with me,” Rhys added
unnecessarily. “Like I told you she was.”
A low growl filled the room and she
watched her father warily. He could be very unpredictable. “You fucked a dog?”
Her mother drew in a swift breath
at the coarse language but remained silent.
Squaring her shoulders, Kaitlin met
her father’s gaze. “I had sex with Rhys, yes.”
Her lover reached out a hand and
pulled her onto his lap. Kaitlin was sure it was just to piss off her
father—and judging from the bulging vein in his forehead it was working—but she
snuggled into his lap anyway. He nuzzled her neck with his nose, a low growl
vibrating in his chest as he caught her scent.
After a couple of seconds, he addressed
her father again. “Now how about you explain to me and Kaitlin why she can't
control her puma?”
Her father stilled instantly.
Her mother, on the other hand, let
out a low snarl and Kaitlin glanced across to see