The Burning Claw
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Decebel closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “How did he take that?”
“Not good, but she doesn’t know if he started throwing things because she left.”
“To meet with you and Jacque in the library?”
“Yep.”
“Where is Drake now?”
“I don’t know. I’m not Drake’s keeper. Bethany isn’t running through the halls screaming, so he must not be chasing her like a rabid wolf, which is what I would have expected. Maybe he came to his senses and they’re all up in each other’s fur.”
“Does she understand what she’s done by telling him that?”
“Well, she does now,” Jen drawled. “We enlightened her to all things pack, magic, male, and bedroom. You name it, we covered it.”
“Why does that scare me?” Decebel narrowed his eyes on her.
“Because you know how my wicked mind works. You know my diabolical plan to turn Bethany into a sex kitten—though she’s a wolf, so that doesn’t make much sense, but sex puppy sounds like some weird fetish, so we’re going with sex kitten. She will be my greatest achievement yet.”
“What about your daughter,” he asked dryly.
“Right,” she said and then dramatically reiterated. “Bethany will be my second greatest achievement yet.”
“What about me?”
“Babe, you aren’t an achievement. You’re the booty from a successful plunder.”
And that did it. Decebel threw his head back and laughed. “You’re saying you plundered me?”
“Regularly,” she nodded. “A good woman plunders her male frequently to keep him operating at maximum efficiency. It’s in the handbook.”
“What handbook?”
She grinned and winked. “The one I’m writing.”
Decebel smirked at her and started to reach for his mate just as his cell phone rang. He frowned at the device as though it was the phones fault he’d been interrupted. And maybe it sort of was. But if someone was calling that early, then it was important. He looked at the screen and let out a low growl. This wasn’t going to be good.
“Costin?”
 
 
Chapter 11
 
“I thought I could endure. I thought I could hold on until she was safely back in my arms. I thought a lot of crap that just wasn’t true. Now here I am, falling apart, dying inside.” ~Costin
 
 
Costin held the phone in his shaking hand. Fur sprouted on his flesh as he fought to keep his wolf in check.
“Costin?” Decebel’s voice rumbled on the other end.
“I know it’s early,” he began.
“Don’t worry about that. Are you alright?”
Costin was shaking his head and then realized his Alpha would need words. “No.” He didn’t mean to growl but his wolf was the one that responded. The wolf was done. He was done waiting for someone else to find her. He was done allowing the man to be in control.
“I need someone to care for my pup,” he told him.
“Is Titus alright?” The concern in Decebel’s voice would normally have endeared Costin, but in that moment, everything was simply getting on his nerves.
“He’s fine. He’s still asleep. I’m holding on by a thread, Dec. I’m not safe. Please have one of the females take care of him until I’m able.”
The silence on the other end was torturous. Costin needed to know that Titus would be taken care of.
“Done. What about you? What do I need to do about you?”
Costin bit back the growl. “I’m dealing. I told you if it got completely uncontrollable that I’d let you know. I just need some time to think—and some space.”
Costin bit his lip as he awaited his Alpha’s decision.
“Fine. I’ll give you some breathing room. But you need to come to the Romania pack mansion this evening. That’s an order,” Decebel growled using a little bit of his Alpha power.
Costin held his wolf back from growling at the order and then answered. “I will be there.”
As he ended the call, he heard the pitter patter of little feet and turned to find Titus walking into the living area, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
“I could go with you,” Titus said, making it clear that he’d heard at least some of the conversation.
Costin knelt down on one knee and held his arms open to the little boy who’d stolen his heart. “Not this time, Titus. I love you. I will be back and I will have your mommy with me.”
Titus squeezed him tightly and Costin didn’t want to let go but knew he had to. He was one kill away from becoming feral and he wouldn’t put his son in danger. He’d never hurt his cub, but that doesn’t mean the boy wouldn’t be collateral damage.
Two hours later, there was a knock at the door. Costin opened it to find Zara, the young teen who’d they’d rescued with Titus. She looked a little better than when he’d last seen her; she no longer wore the vacant expression she’d borne when they’d taken her out of that coven.
“Your Alpha asked Vasile if I would be willing to come hang with Titus,” Zara explained.
“Hi!” Titus grinned from just behind Costin. The little boy scurried around his dad and wrapped his arms around the girl as if he’d always known her. She leaned down and patted his back awkwardly as she glanced up at Costin..
“How would you like to make a new friend and hang out for a bit?” she asked him, pulling back to look at him.
Titus nodded. “The angel said you would come. She said a lost girl with sad eyes would be found and that she would need a friend.”
Zara smiled. “Well, your angel was correct. I do need a friend. Do you think you’re up to the task?”
“I can sure give it a try.” Titus looked over his shoulder at Costin.
He nodded and Titus turned back to Zara. “Let me get dressed and then I’ll be back. Don’t leave,” he called over his shoulder as he ran from the room in search of clothes.
Costin stared at the teen; she didn’t fidget. Impressive. He wondered why, if she was really up to watching a child when she hadn’t been able to leave her room for the past few days.
“You look skeptical,” she said as if she could read his mind. “Alina came and talked to me. And to hopefully put your mind at ease, let me just tell you that I’m not like, crazy or anything. I would never hurt a child or let anything happen to him.”