Madeleine
I returned to Garron’s pack unwillingly and got back to work immediately. I didn't even dare venture into my cabin because I knew that Steve or Garron would come for me.
Clare was in the kitchen preparing for the afternoon meal and her face broke into a relieved smile to see me.
She immediately wiped her hands on the apron that was stained with oil and broth and rushed forward.
“Where have you been?” She asked me with a concerned voice and pulled me into a hug.
Even I let her because she was the only one to welcome me back.
Holding my shoulders she looked at me and inspected my face and hands for any possible signs of injury.
“Nobody had any idea where you were. I was worried sick about you. I thought….something happened to you…”
I took her hands in mine and squeezed it, “I managed to run away before something would happen.”
Clare’s eyes grew wide, “Did Steve do something again?”
Her question was clear. No werewolf would ever lay hands on me because I was wolfless. But, the faint scratches on my arms told her what I didn't.
“I pray to the moon Goddess that one day he would meet his match, that one day somebody would show him what it means to be a real man.”
I tried not to show any concerns about meeting him again. We got busy with kitchen duties and I told her animatedly of my time at Hayden’s pack.
Of course, I filtered out the details of me seeing him shirtless and roaming around just in his shirt.
That detail and memory belonged to me and nobody else. A smile appeared on my lips at the way he had taken my face in his hands and kissed my forehead.
Clare saw me smiling and apparently lost in thoughts and gently nudged me once or twice so that I won't cut my finger instead of the carrot in front of me.
Only that made me remember how he had sucked my finger.
A faint rosy blush crept up my face and I ducked my head to keep her from seeing it. But, Clare had seen it.
“I don't want you to get your hopes up, kiddo. Hayden is an alpha of the strongest pack. Every single she-wolf has been eyeing him since forever.”
My smile faded a little at that. Of course, I knew how Freya and Trisha had been gushing about him non-stop at the garden. But those eyes…were they just concerned about my safety and well-being?
Did he not like me? Even a little?
Sigh
I couldn’t just go on daydreaming about the alpha every she-wolf wanted. Thus, I got back to work again. Clare decided to prepare a special pie just for me as a small treat and my face brightened.
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