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UNWANTED
MATE REJECTED BOOK 4
EVE BALE
CONTENTS
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1. Bennett
2. Helena
3. Bennett
4. Helena
5. Bennett
6. Helena
7. Bennett
8. Helena
9. Bennett
10. Helena
11. Bennett
12. Helena
13. Bennett
14. Helena
15. Bennett
16. Helena
17. Bennett
18. Helena
19. Bennett
20. Helena
21. Bennett
22. Helena
Epilogue
Excerpt from The Alpha’s Silent Mate
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ABOUT UNWANTED
One look was all it took, and I knew. Mate. Mine, and mine alone.
It never crossed my mind that she wouldn't want me, not until she rejected our bond and walked away.
Forever, I believed. But then she strolls back into my life and tells me she made a mistake.
Her rejection cut so deep I never recovered. Letting her back into my life isn't an option. I still want
her. That will never change, but her next cut will destroy me.
There's no woman I'll ever want more, but she's ripped my heart out once. But twice?
Never again.
1
BENNETT
A ringing phone cuts through my empty garage. Since there’s only one person who would be
calling before nine on a Monday morning, I let it ring out.
No self-respecting beta would ignore his alpha the way I’m doing, but they don’t have the excuses
I do.
Not excuses. Just one. Helena Morgan.
My wolf growls his disapproval.
Yeah, I know I’m second-in-command. I’d go if Mack really needed me.
Ignoring the disapproving growls filling my head, I refocus on the engine giving Winter Lake
resident Cyrus McGlenn so much grief. But that’s what you get when you buy a used car and don’t
have your mechanic look it over before thumping down five grand for a piece of shit.
And if your mechanic knows his wife, knows how shit of a deal he got, and how little cash he has
to replace said piece of shit, he does most of the work for free.
“Because I’m a chump,” I breathe. “In more ways than one.”
The phone stops ringing. A hard click echoes across the garage smack dab in the center of a quiet
retirement town on the east coast.
A mechanical voice asks the caller to leave a message.
“Bennett, you missed the game.” Mack’s voice is the same mellow tone as always.
“There’ll be another game,” I mutter under my breath as I refocus my attention on Cyrus’s Toyota
Camry engine.
“Everyone missed you.” A pause. “You were the only one who didn’t show.”
Which means she would have been there.
“Which was the point,” I respond, again in an inaudible murmur.
“Which was likely the point,” Mack says a beat later. “But we’re forgetting what you look like.”
I snort. “Like fuck you are. I was there just last week.”
“And last week doesn’t count, so don't think that you paying a flying visit and disappearing before
Aerin could say hi, never mind, bye counts. She’d like to see you.”
I stop working on the car, but I don’t lift my head from the engine I’m becoming as familiar with
as my own face. Twenty-eight years old, and knocking loudly on the door of thirty, I’d expect to see a
few grays if I hadn’t shaved my hair years ago. The age is in my steel-gray eyes, Mack likes to say.
Maybe he’s right. Since Helena Morgan, a woman I thought I would love forever, showed her face in
Winter Lake, I feel older than ever.
Stopping in at Mack and Aerin’s house isn’t an option. At least, not while Helena is still in town.
One glance at Aerin is all it would take for the omega gifted with the rare ability to heal a shifter’s
soul to know exactly what having Helena back in my life was doing to me.
Nothing good.
Wolves mate for life. To meet yours, find completion when you meld with the other half of your
soul, and have that person destroy you out of the blue…
Five years ago, Helena Morgan nearly killed my wolf. She nearly killed me.
There’s no forgiving her for what she did. No healing from it. Not a fucking chance.
“Aerin is—”
Click.
I glance at the phone. A second later, it rings until a mechanical voice asks the caller to leave a
message.
“You’re going to force me to fill up your voicemail, aren’t you?” Mack sounds like he’s smiling.
“Cause I’ll do it.”
I don’t doubt you will.
He sighs. “As I was saying, Aerin is working on the garden this weekend, and she could do with
some help. Come over.” There’s no suggestion in Mack’s voice this time. His warm, friendly tone
makes it sound like an invitation, but I’ve known Mack long enough to know an order when I hear it.
And a beta always follows his alpha’s order.
Looks like Mack’s finally had enough of me dodging and decided to run me to the ground.
“We wanted to talk to you about something else as well,” Mack continues.
I angle my head toward the black phone on the other side of my pale gray and cement garage,
currently occupied by five vehicles, all crying out for my attention.
My wolf sits up, ears perked. Trouble?
“Nothing bad, so no need to rush over thinking something is wrong,” Mack says with a smile in
his voice. “Though maybe I should say the house is on fire if it gets you back here.”
But he won’t. If something was wrong, he’d tell me. If it wasn’t, he wouldn’t. Mack doesn’t play
games. It’s one of the reasons I followed him from New York five years ago to a quiet east coast town
and agreed to be his second-in-command.
His heavy sigh fills the garage. “Come over, Bennett. Whatever is going on with you and Helena
is no reason for you to stay away from family. Call me.”
He waits for a beat. When I don’t pick up the phone, a soft click announces the moment he hangs
up.
I don’t move for several seconds, my eyes glued on the black phone flashing red with a saved
message, knowing I have a friend in Mack, and if I wanted to talk, he’d invite me to sit on a plastic
lounger in his backyard, hand me a beer and listen for hours. Because that’s Mack. I didn’t just agree
to be his beta because I respected him. I agreed because he’s someone I could see as a friend, and
he’s proven himself to be that person more times than I could count.
I reach for a black cloth to wipe the grease off my hands instead of scrubbing them over my blue
overalls, a longstanding habit I’m training myself out of.
I should cross over to the phone and call Mack. But I don’t. He’ll want to talk, and I know exactly
what he’d want to talk about. Helena and I are so deeply buried in the past it’s not even worth
thinking about, never mind talking about with anyone, even Mack.
Helena will leave soon enough.
It’s not like you haven’t made it clear you want nothing to do with her.
I toss my cloth aside, ignore the blinking message and return to the engine.
I smell her first. Wild berry and citrus. Sweet and just a little sharp.
Helena Morgan just entered my garage.
“Since you don’t have a vehicle.” I eye the engine. “I can only assume you’re here because Penny
needs me to look at her car and she sent you.”
Penny’s white Hyundai Tucson won’t need looking at. As the town mechanic, I maintain all the
pack’s vehicles, and I did Penny’s yearly maintenance check six months ago, so I know it’s running
perfectly. But it could have developed a fault or Penny crashed it, so maybe Helena has a reason to be
here after all.
“Penny’s car is okay.” Helena’s soft voice is hesitant, as if she’s not sure she wants to be here.
“Then you must have gotten lost on the way to the grocery store.”
Silence.
“Because I can’t think of any other reason for you to be here, Helena. None at all.”
The silence stretches out for so long that if I didn’t have the benefit of a shifter nose, I’d have
believed she’d left. But her scent hasn’t faded, and an internal sense will always clue me in on
whether Helena, my one-time mate, was close by.
Keeping my back to her, I lift a greasy hand and point my index finger in the left-hand corner of
the garage. “I have maps on that shelf for out-of-towners who get turned around and find themselves
in places they might not be welcome.”
A bigger hint now.
Leave.
Now.
She clears her throat. “I’m not lost.”
“Did Penny need something from me?” I lower the wrench to a bolt, but not to loosen anything. I
need the woman at my back to leave before I can focus on my work.
“No.” A pause. “No, she didn’t.”
“Then if you’re here to play guessing games, I don’t have time for it. I have a full day of work
ahead of me.” Peering over my shoulder, I meet her gaze as she stands in front of the sliding door,
hands stuffed in the front pocket of her blue jeans, shoulder-length honey-blonde hair tied in a loose
braid, and a pale green t-shirt that brings out the green in her hazel eyes.
I try to view her as just another customer; a woman stopping by with a faulty vehicle, and it’s my
job to figure out what the problem is and fix it at a fair price.
The wolf raking at my insides, howling at me to press closer to the woman who still feels like his
mate even though she isn’t any longer doesn’t see things the same way the man does.
“Or were you here to tell me something else?” I prompt.
Something like you’re getting the fuck out of town.
She meets my eyes. Large and hazel, framed with long brown lashes, I know exactly how soft they
feel because they would always brush against my cheek when we kissed.
My wolf swipes at me for keeping my distance from my mate.
I snarl at my wolf. My mate is dead. She killed the bond. Live with it.
My wolf rages back. She’s not dead. She’s there. Right there.
Helena clears her throat, and her gaze briefly dips to my chin. “Don’t you want to know why I did
it?”
I study her for another long moment, getting the sense that it isn’t what she’d been about to say.
Her question feels evasive. I don’t know why, but whatever brought her to my garage this morning
wasn’t this.
What does it matter what she says or does? All that matters is her leaving.
Turning my back on her, I eye the engine as I fight to remember what I was doing before Helena
shattered my morning. Was it the transmission that was the problem, or the battery? “Would it be truth
or a story you cooked up?”
A long pause. “You won’t even look at me.”
“I look. There’s just not much to hold my attention.”
I choke down my wolf’s fury at my harsh words. It’s easy enough to do when I’ve lived with a lot
worse than that. This is nothing.
“So, what is it you want from me, Bennett?” she asks, voice soft.
I turn and meet her gaze head-on. “You gone as soon as fucking possible, Helena. That’s what I
want. You want to know why I haven’t been at the house or any of the cookouts? The reason is you.”
Blinking rapidly, she tightens her lips. “I’m just here to apologize, Bennett. That’s all.”
After tossing my wrench at the wheeled cart I store my most regularly used tools on, I stalk
toward her, my steel-toed boots clumping loudly on the gray concrete. Helena doesn’t move. “Four
months. That’s how long you’ve been in town. Four. It doesn’t take four months to tender an
unnecessary apology.”
Her lips quirk, drawing my gaze to the lush lower fullness. “Unnecessary?” she repeats, her soft,
husky voice barely audible with the loud hum of the AC just above her blasting the workroom with
cool, fresh air.
I move closer.
She holds her ground, back straight, unwavering. At least until I’m three steps away. I’m a big
man, over six three, and I know I can be intimidating as hell, especially to a woman who is barely
five four.
Aerin took one look at me and nearly ran right under the wheels of a semi trying to get away from
me. Usually, I don’t use my size to intimidate a woman. It’s not a nice thing for a guy to do, but I don’t
particularly care about being a nice guy. I loom over Helena.
And step by step, I force her to retreat until I have her pinned to the sliding metal doors.
The bright morning sunlight spills in on my right, along with the occasional thrum of a passing car
through the mostly quiet main street.
Ignoring her lush, honied scent, I lean closer and drill her with a hard stare. I kick down the pain,
the hurt, and anything else that might lurk in my gray gaze deep down to the toes of my boots. Right
where she can’t see it. “Unnecessary,” I repeat, my voice as hard as the door behind her.
She clears her throat. “I was talking to Penny. She said—”
“Penny likes to talk.” I interrupt. “You’ve lived with her long enough to know that.”
A strand of pale hair slips out of her loose tie, brushing against her soft cheek. I’m lifting my hand
to tuck the silky strand behind her ear, the way I did so long ago when I catch myself. Squeezing my
hand into a fist, I lower it back to my side.
She’s not yours to touch. Not anymore. If she ever was at all.
“Penny said you haven’t been with anyone in Winter Lake.” She bursts out in a rush. “That you
don’t date.”
A blast of cold air blows through me. It takes me a second to realize it isn’t from the AC but sheer
fucking disbelief.
I stare down at her. “She said what?”
Her hazel gaze flits from mine, like a butterfly unsure about where it wants to settle. “So… if it’s
because of me, then—”
“You want a list of the women I’ve fucked since you ripped out my heart, Helena? That the reason
you stopped by?” I lean closer. “Or would a list of the positions I fucked them in be good enough?”
Her gaze clings to mine for a full second before she shakes her head as she fixes her attention at a
point just over my right shoulder. More strands of honey-blonde hair spill from her loose braid,
tempting me. I drag my focus away, balling my fingers into tighter fists.
“No, no, that’s not—”
“A mistake. That’s what you said it was.” I speak over her. “That you rejecting me was a
mistake.”
My voice is soft, but she leans away from me as if I’ve roared in her face.
“It was Aerin and Mack’s baby shower. I was drunk.” The second the words leave her lips, she
winces, the corners of her eyes tightening, as a red flush spills over her pale, thin cheeks.
She’s been living with a packmate who loves to bake, yet Helena looks even thinner than she first
arrived. Doesn’t Penny feed her?
A bark of laughter bursts out of me, making her flinch. “You were drunk?” I smile, but there’s no
amusement in me. There’s nothing in me but cold, hard despair. “Of course you were.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she whispers.
As I study her, I wonder what happened to Douglas Boone’s stoic enforcer who spent all her time
avoiding my gaze. “Didn’t you? Then how did you mean it? You regret rejecting me and disappearing
into the night with not a fuck—” Forcing myself to stop before my voice can rise any further, I take a
slow, steady breath and walk myself off the ledge I can’t afford to step off. I continue in as calm a
voice as I can manage. “Or you regret telling me it was a mistake?”
Reading Helena was never easy. Difficult. But now it’s impossible.
Five years later, and she’s a stranger with a familiar face, but she’s no longer mine.
I watch as haunting hazel-green orbs fill with tears. They make me back up a step because I hate
her for what she did, but I can’t see tears filling her eyes.
“I loved you.” I make my voice hard, but there’s nothing I can do about the emotion I know has
crept up from the soles of my boots onto my face. Right where she can see it. “I loved you with every
fiber in my body.” My voice breaks. “And you ripped my fucking heart out. For no fucking reason.” I
smile a little as I say it. As if there’s a reason to smile. As if there’s a reason to do anything at all.
She blinks.
A tear splashes on her right cheek.
I shake my head. “None.”
A tear splashes onto her left cheek, but she does nothing to wipe that one away either.
Is that why she’s here? Shed a few tears, and hope it’s enough to bring me to my knees?
“I don’t want your apology. I want to know how you felt. How you really felt. Did you love me,
Helena?”
Her gaze skates away from mine.
I growl in frustration. “A reason. Give me one. Doesn’t even have to be a good one. Just one.
Why?”
She swallows hard enough for me to track the motion in her throat.
“Helena!” I bark.
She shakes her head no, eyes wide with surprise. But she can’t be as shocked as I am. I’ve never
been the shouting type. Yet here I am, using my size to intimidate her. Shouting. And hating myself for
both.
“You’re right,” she admits, her voice small, gaze fixed on my stubbled chin that I skipped out on
shaving this morning. Yesterday too, but who’s counting? “I didn’t… I didn’t feel the same way.”
I nod as I turn my back, ignoring my wolf howling at me to comfort his mate. “Get out. Whatever it
is you came here to say, consider it said. I never want to see your face again.”
“I never meant to hurt you, Bennett.”
Her whisper drifts around me, torturing me, just like her scent and presence.
“You destroyed me, Helena.” I train my gaze on the car engine that I don’t give a shit about fixing.
“I wish you’d died. Maybe then the grief would have ended. Or maybe it wouldn’t have. But I’d have
had a reason.”
All I get for my admission is more silence.
Suddenly furious, I spin around. “Did you—”
But before I turn, I know what I’ll find.
No Helena.
Did you just come back to torture me some more?
She left me alone, but I was never truly alone. Helena was always there, her voice, her rejection
cutting into me every fucking day, over and over.
I stare at the spot she stood as her hurried steps move further and further away, taking with it a
scent I love and hate, but leaving a trace of it behind.
For four months I’ve had to deal with her appearing at pack events, and even when she wasn’t
there, I’d know she was still close.
Too close.
Haunting me with her presence.
Tempting me in a way no other woman ever has, or ever will.
Not any longer.
Now this feels like the end. The true end.
I return to the engine, pick up my wrench, and spend the next ten minutes trying to remember what
I was supposed to be doing.
2
HELENA
I stumble out with one hand clamped hard over my mouth, choking back my sobs and praying
Bennett won’t hear them.
The only thing I have to be grateful for is I didn’t park far.
I throw myself in Penny’s white Hyundai Tucson that runs like a dream—probably because
Bennett maintains it—slam the door shut, and tear away from his garage with a squeal of rubber. I’m
driving too fast, but I don’t care.
Somehow, I make the fifteen-minute drive through town, and to Penny’s two-bedroom home in a
quiet residential street without getting myself into an accident. I sit in the car, engine off, sniffing as I
brush aside the last of my tears because I can’t walk into Penny’s house looking a mess. Penny isn’t
just a talker; she’s nosy, too. Friendly, and sweet, but nosy as hell. If I don’t go in, she’ll soon be out
to investigate, and I don’t need that. Not with my face this red and blotchy.
After quietly letting myself in using the spare key she gave me four months before, I’m slinking up
the stairs, head low, trying not to even breathe because if Penny hears me—
“Helena? How did it go?” Penny yells from the kitchen at the back of the house.
Halfway up the stairs, I freeze. “Uh, okay.”
And then I keep going, moving faster.
I manage two more steps before her footsteps move toward me. Fast.
Shit. There’s no way I’ll get to the top of the stairs before she reaches me.
“What did he say?” her voice comes from behind me. Directly behind me.
I halt, my gaze fixed on the top of the stairs. And freedom. So close, and yet so far. “Uh—”
“You didn’t tell him.” Penny huffs. “Someone left a note on your pillow, Helena. Pack safety is his
responsibility. If you don’t tell him then—”
I spin around and nearly fall down the stairs. Shifter speed prevents me from flattening Penny and
the white mixing bowl she’s holding that smells like pumpkin spice cookies. “Don’t.”
She takes one look at my face, and her frown melts away, concern taking its place. “You’ve been
crying.” Her green eyes harden. “Did he say something? Bennett can be such an ass sometimes. I’m
going—”
There’s no escaping Penny when she’s decided to stick her nose in my business, so I make my
way down the stairs. If I’m with her, then there’s no chance she’ll sneak off to Bennett and tell him
things I don’t need him to know. Things like why I would suddenly be receiving mysterious
newspaper clippings left on my pillow.
He’d want to see those clippings, and if he did… well, he isn’t stupid. A five-minute search on
the internet would tell him everything he’d ever need to know.
“He didn’t say anything,” I say, as I hunt for a way to change the subject. “You have flour in your
hair. A lot of flour.”
Flour doesn’t just dust her curly copper-red hair, she has some on her jaw and even her cheek.
Yet, there’s barely a trace of it on the hot-pink apron she’s wearing over her pink leopard print
pajamas.
Strange.
She snorts. “He didn’t listen, is that it?”
Okay, so distraction isn’t working. Best tell her something that won’t make her want to interfere.
“It’s complicated. You know, with our history.”
When her bright green eyes brighten with naked curiosity, I want to kick myself in the shin. Hard.
Few people would let a stranger stay in their house rent-free for four months, so I know I owe Penny
a lot, but she likes to gossip, which means anything I say has a high probability of making its way
around the Winter Lake pack by the end of the day.
“Oh.” Turning on her heel, she heads for the kitchen. “Come watch me bake and we’ll talk.”
Exactly what I don’t want. “Can’t. I have to pack.”
She swings around, fumbles with the bowl, but catches it before she can dump its contents all
over her cream hallway carpet. “You what?”
I sink to the bottom step. “I should leave. Staying here was only meant to be temporary.”
Her face falls, and guilt eats at my belly. Penny has given me a place to stay, and I feel like I’m
just ditching her. “But why? Does that mean you’re going back to be an enforcer for Aerin’s dad?”
After I quit my role as enforcer to Douglas Boone, one of the most well-respected alphas in the
country without actually telling him I quit? As if he’d have me back. “Maybe,” I hedge. “I just think
it’s time I moved on.”
“But you can stay here for as long as you want.” She pauses. “Is it because I sing in the shower? I
know I can be a little loud, but I promise—”
Despite my overwhelming need to go upstairs, bury my head under a pillow and cry forever, her
words provoke a small smile, because it’s hard not to like Penny, for all her loud singing and nosy
disposition. “No, that’s not it. Winter Lake isn’t my home, it’s yours and Bennett’s. My being here is
only making things awkward for everyone.”
No one has asked why Bennett is staying away from pack events, but they must all know the
reason is me. He admitted it at the garage, and I’m glad he did. It saved me from opening my mouth
and dragging him into a big, dangerous, and possibly deadly mess if I stay.
I have to leave. The sooner the better.
“Because you’re in trouble?” Penny guesses, her gaze watchful.
I need to be careful here. There’s every chance she could report this to Mack, and if the alpha gets
involved, there’s no way he won’t order Bennett to investigate—regardless of what I or even Bennett
wants. An alpha's word is law.
I dig out a reassuring smile, one I hope will convince her I’m not hiding anything. “Nothing like
that. I just don’t want to be the reason for disharmony in the pack. That’s all.”
She stares at me for several seconds in silence. The faint line between her brows makes it clear
she doesn’t believe me.
Time to pull out the big guns. “The relationship between an alpha and his beta is tight. It has to be
for the pack to run smoothly and safely.”
Her brow wrinkles in confusion. “What does that have to do with you leaving?”
“When was the last time you saw Mack and Bennett hanging out?”
The confusion clouding her eyes clears. “Oh.”
I nod. “Yeah, oh. Bennett is staying away from pack events because of me. So even when I don’t
go, he still stays away because he thinks I might show up, which means he’s not as close to the alpha
as he should be. Because of me.”
“But that doesn’t mean you have to leave,” Penny says, proving to be more stubborn than I was
expecting. “Just that Bennett and Mack need to hang out more, and they don’t need you to do that. I can
—”
“He’ll never relax while I’m here, Penny,” I interrupt quietly. “And he will never move on with
his life while I’m here.”
Because despite what Bennett said at the garage about him fucking other women, I looked into his
steel-gray eyes and saw not only anger but pain. I hurt him. Badly. And years later, he’s still hurting.
Penny’s shoulders slump. “But you’re mates. You belong together.”
I get to my feet and force a smile that I hope looks more convincing than it feels. “We were mates,
Penny. We aren’t anymore. It’s time we both moved on with our lives.”
“But why?” she asks, a frown creasing her brow. “Bennett never talks about it, and neither do you.
But I’ve seen the way you look at him, and the way he looks at you.”
I try to ignore my heart lurching in response. “The way he looks at me? He doesn’t look at me.”
But that’s not what I want to know: how does he look at me?
She nods. “You nearly caught him at the movie night ages ago. I was talking to Tina about it
because she noticed it, too.”
I stare at her in rising horror. And excitement. I don’t even have to ask when, because I know. We
were all at Tina and Warren’s house. I remember because I felt a penetrating gaze heat the side of my
face, so I turned to see who it was, but the only person on the other side of the room was Bennett, and
he was busy talking to Mack.
But what if he wasn’t only talking to Mack? What if he was watching me, just as Penny said?
I mentally shake my head. No. It’s just wishful thinking. After you broke his heart, he has every
reason in the world to wish you at the bottom of a cliff.
“You must have been seeing things. I need to wash my face.” Before she can remind me that
someone sneaking into my room to leave a note on my pillow is news we should really share with the
alpha, I rush up the stairs and into the bedroom I’ve been calling home for the last four months.
“Come down for cookies,” she yells up the stairs. “This batch is my best so far.”
My room is pretty. Not my style, but pretty. I rest my back on the door and scan it. Blush-colored
carpets, a pink and white bed, and a gallery wall on one side filled with photos of the pack. Bennett
included. In the pictures, he’s rarely smiling, and when he is, it's with his mouth, never his eyes.
But he smiled at me. He did more than that. When he laughed, it was big enough to fill a room. A
loud, booming sound that was almost as big as he is. Before… everything.
My wolf grumbles unhappily, and as always, her sadness triggers my guilt about hurting her—
hurting Bennett. I force my gaze away from the framed pictures of a man I know isn’t smiling in any of
the pictures because of what I did to him.
I should have told him I’d met someone. Maybe he’d have moved on and found the happiness
he deserved.
But as I think it, I’m glad I didn’t because he still feels like mine, and I don’t want to let him go.
Maybe he doesn’t want to let me go, either. Bennett was never the sort of guy to sleep around. From
the first moment I locked eyes with the heavily muscled man on a miserable rainy afternoon in New
York, I knew it.
My wolf has never stopped grieving the loss of her mate, and if I’m being honest with myself,
neither have I.
I remember exactly how it felt to have him wrap those big, strong arms around me.
I remember his scent. Sage and cedar. It always made me feel safe and warm. Protected.
There is so much I remember clearly; it’s as if he held me, kissed me, and loved me yesterday,
and not five years ago.
The engine grease is new, but the scent still feels like Bennett. He was always good at fixing
things. A long time ago, he fixed my shattered life, and all he got for his trouble was a broken heart.
I shake the memories loose and straighten from the back of the door.
Time to go, Helena. You have well and truly overstayed your welcome.
I didn’t come to Winter Lake with much, just the clothes on my back and a small duffel with a
couple of changes of clothes, so it doesn’t take long to pack. Seconds rather than minutes.
Downstairs, a metallic clang tells me Penny is getting ready to bake her cookies.
Before I say goodbye to my life here, I sit on the edge of the bed and dip my hand in the duffel’s
side pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper.
A woman in black stands outside a courthouse weeping into a white tissue. Her anguish stretches
through the photograph and wraps around my heart, making me want to ball up the paper and toss it
far, far away.
Not because I know the woman. I don’t. I’ve never met her. But I know her name, her children’s
names, and not least of all, her husband’s name.
Matt Clarke. Husband to Patricia. Father to Erin and Steven.
I know his name because eight years ago; I killed him and let someone else take the punishment
that was meant to be mine.
And now that person is back, and there’s only one reason he would be.
Revenge.
So even if the impossible had happened today, and Bennett had pulled me into his arms, kissed
me, and told me he still loved me, I can’t stay, and I could never say the same thing back. Not with all
the trouble about to hit Winter Lake, trouble that will only pass by this town—and this pack—if I
leave it.
After carefully folding the picture, I return it to the pocket and rise, slinging my bag onto my back.
I take another moment to scan the room, surprised by how much the thought of leaving this town
and the people in it hurts my heart.
For a while, it had started to feel like home.
Penny is still rattling around in the kitchen. She cranks the radio up, flooding the house with happy
pop she immediately starts singing along to. I smile a little because I doubt a song exists that she
doesn’t know the words to.
I should go downstairs and say goodbye properly, not just to her but to the rest of the pack who
took me in and gave me a safe place to stay. Aerin especially has been kind.
But it’s only a matter of time before Penny tells someone about the newspaper clipping, and I’ll
soon be faced with questions I can’t give them answers to. Better I go now and let them think the
worst of me. Bennett already does, so I’m sure the rest of them will soon enough.
Decision made, I head for the window, which I quietly push up and climb out.
I land easily in the backyard, letting my knees absorb the barely noticeable impact from the two-
story drop. I wait for a beat in case Penny heard anything, but between the radio, her singing, and her
baking, she must not hear a thing.
I take off, jogging into the forest that surrounds most of Winter Lake. One bus passes through this
remote town once a week, and I can’t afford to wait three days until it comes again.
It’s time I lead the person I know is watching me away from the Winter Lake pack and to a place
where we can have the confrontation—or the reunion—that’s been years in the making.
Maybe I’ll walk away from it. Maybe I won’t. But at least I’ll be the only one to deal with the
fallout when the shit hits the fan. And it will hit the fan.
Bye Penny. You were a good friend. Nosy and loud, but a good friend. I’ll miss you.
I think of Bennett, fierce and furious. He wasn’t always, but I made him that way. Break a man’s
heart, and he will never be the same again.
Even though you hate me, I’ll miss you, too. I hope my leaving makes you happy.
3
BENNETT
HELENA
I ’d thought Daniel would have caught up to me by now. But hours spent hiking through the dark
forest is hours longer than I believed I’d be out here.
He would have been watching the house. There’s no way he couldn’t have been after the
newspaper clipping suddenly appeared on my pillow yesterday.
I halt as a thought strikes me right between my eyes.
What if he doesn’t know I’ve gone? What if he was off somewhere else and still thinks I’m at
the house?
I angle my head back the way I came. Penny’s house borders a sprawling public forest, much like
most of Winter Lake does. Even with the benefit of shifter sight, there’s no way I’d see it. I’ve been
walking too far to see anything. All there is around me now are towering trees, bright twinkling stars
in the night sky above me, and thick, spongy grass under my sneakers.
Daniel could hurt Penny.
“I should go back,” I mutter.
My breath floats around my face like smoky white spirits. Between the hoodie I slipped on hours
before and my skinny jeans, I don’t feel the chill from the rapidly cooling night. But I will soon, and I
don’t even have a coat, never mind a roof, over my head. That’s before I’ve taken into account my
empty pockets. So even if I stumbled upon a hotel in the middle of the forest—as unlikely as that
would be—I couldn’t afford to stay for even one night.
But the cold isn’t what has me staring back the way I came. It’s Penny.
Maybe I should go back. Make sure she’s okay.
My wolf chuffs her assent, but I doubt her reasons for wanting to go back have anything to do with
Penny. Bennett is back there, and anywhere Bennett is, is where my wolf wants to be.
I don’t move. Just continue to stand with my gaze fixed in the distance, my hands gripping the thick
straps of my backpack, as the wind blows my hair into my face.
A long time ago, Bennett would tuck the loose strands behind my ears.
I can almost remember how it felt to have the slightly rough, calloused tips of his fingers brushing
my cheek. He’d always take his time, his touch lingering on my skin as if he enjoyed the sensation as
much as I did.
In the garage, there’d been a familiar look in his eyes, and I could have sworn he was thinking
about it, just as I was.
Before Bennett, I hadn’t believed a man so big could be so gentle. So loving. But he was. And his
voice… Deep, with just the right amount of growly. I never heard him raise his voice to anyone, at
least until today, when he snapped my name. I'd jumped. Not afraid, because I knew he would never
hurt me, but surprised.
Alone in a dark forest, away from Penny and her probing questions as well as the Winter Lake
pack, who must all be wondering what I did to have Bennett avoiding them by working in his garage
from morning to night, I let myself think of five years ago.
We’re lying naked in bed, on rumpled white sheets, as early afternoon sunlight pours in
through an open window, bringing with it the ever-present hum of traffic, a million different smells
—some tasty, some not so tasty—sirens, and music from Brooklyn’s streets.
“Orange or peach?” Bennett asks, bracing his weight on one elbow as he peers into my face.
“Peach,” I answer a beat later.
“Blue or gray?”
“Gray.”
“Snow or—”
“Sun.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I was going to say wind. Snow or wind.”
Grinning up at him, I loop my arms over his back. “No, you weren’t.”
“I was,” he says, as a smile curls up one corner of his mouth.
“Yes,” I correct him, “you were. You’re my mate, and I know you.”
His expression softens before he dips his head and kisses me lightly on the lips. “Not
everything.”
Which is the point of today. A single afternoon spent snuggling in bed, learning each other’s
likes and dislikes. Sure, we have the rest of our lives to do that, but this seemed more fun. More
immediate.
I like to think I’m a patient person, and I am… usually. But I’ve learned since I met Bennett
that he’s a thing I can’t be patient about. I want to know everything about him all at once, eat it all
up. Consume his past and not stop there, see through his eyes and know what he thinks about
everything. Including me. Even then, it won’t be enough. I want more. I’ll never get enough of him.
Not ever.
“The important things,” I say, his kiss triggering a slow-simmering arousal in my belly. “Ask.”
He kisses me again, deeper this time, and I can see where this game is going. “Coffee or tea?”
As I kiss him back, I hook one leg around his hips and moan when he sinks into me. “Coffee.”
It’s supposed to be my turn now. Ten questions for me and then ten questions for him. Those
were the rules. I can’t remember who came up with them, but I’m sure we agreed on this.
Outside, a train rumbles past, the sound nowhere near as annoying as it usually is. Now it’s
bearable. A little irritating to my wolf, but bearable.
He strokes a large hand down my bare arm, over my waist, and curves it around my hip, and
then he thrusts into me. “Sugar or sweetener?” he groans against my lips.
I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut at the sweet glide of him deep inside me.
“Bennett,” I gasp. “It’s my turn.”
Kissing the corner of my lips, he eases away before stroking back into me, making me moan.
“Not yet. There’s one thing I don’t know.”
My eyelids flicker open to meet his. The last thing I’m thinking about is this game anymore,
and I know he isn’t either. He can’t be with the intensity making his gray eyes burn like liquid
silver.
My mouth is dry. “What thing is that?”
“How you feel.”
Two months spent talking, eating, making love, and neither of us has said those three words
yet. We’ve crept around the l-word so often, it’s like a big white dancing elephant in the room. We
belong together. One look and we knew what we were to each other. Mates. Human and wolf halves
who are not only meant to be together, but we’re also fated to be together.
But love is something else.
Maybe that was the point of the game.
Who will say it first, him or me?
The silence extends as we gaze at each other.
“Like or love?” He whispers the question.
That’s when I see it in his eyes, and I know what his answer would be if I were the one to ask
the question. I think I’ve always known it. Can’t he see the same answer when he looks at me?
I peel my hands from his back to cradle his jaw with both hands, bring his face to mine, and
kiss him with every bit of love in my body, wanting him to read the answer in my heart. I’ve been
waiting for something to go wrong, for something—or someone—to take him away from me, but it
hasn’t happened. So maybe it won’t. Maybe it will be safe for me to say it.
Tomorrow, I tell myself, I’ll surprise him with it tomorrow.
But for now, this will have to be enough.
With a muffled groan, he returns my kiss with a passion that turns simmering arousal into
desperate need. He strokes into me, harder than before, filling me so utterly that if I hadn’t known
we were meant to be together, I would feel it now. I gasp, shudder, and rock back to meet him.
A growl coming from far closer than it should shocks me back to the present.
I stumble away and bang my shoulder on a tree with a yelp. A second later, I remember that I’m an
enforcer. As a trained protector, I don’t retreat from a threat; I face it down and I protect my alpha.
But when I find myself blinking down at a tiny, white yapping dog in a red tartan coat, straining at
its owner's leash, I abandon my intent to shift and attack.
Huh?
When face to face with a shifter—in human or wolf shape—most dogs will see the predator and
react the way most animals will when confronted by a bigger predator.
Run.
But not this dog.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?” A young woman’s voice, soft with apology,
draws my attention away from the dog to the owner. Dressed in khaki hiking gear, with a long blonde
braid hanging over one shoulder, she’s clinging on to the leash for dear life. “Jessica isn’t usually like
this.”
Jessica? Who names their dog Jessica?
As I eye the snarling dog, I’m half tempted to snarl back and see what Jessica thinks of that.
Instead, I return my focus to the hiker and smile. “I have jerky in my bag.” I lie, which is another
future problem. No food to go along with the no coat or shelter problems I have. “Maybe she’s
hungry?”
The woman’s brow creases in a frown. “That’s not like Jessica. She only ever gets like this when
she meets a bigger dog. I think it’s her way of showing she isn’t afraid.”
Now that I can understand. My respect for the tiny yapping dog grows. “Why Jessica?”
The woman grins, blue eyes twinkling in amusement. “My grandmother was the same way. If
anyone tried to cut her off when she was driving… let’s just say they soon learned she may have been
old, but she wasn’t afraid to fight for her lane. Whether it was a car, bus, or semi made no difference
to her. When she passed, I adopted Jessica, and well, the name just seemed to fit better than any
other.”
I grin back. And it isn’t just the dog I like, but the woman, too. “It sounds like you chose the
perfect name, or you adopted the perfect dog.”
Cocking her head, she studies me curiously. “Do you have a grandmother like that?”
My amusement fades as I shake my head no. “My parents died when I was young, so it was just
my brother and me.”
Maybe things would have been different if we’d had a pack and Daniel hadn’t made it his mission
in life to make sure I survived. We’d have continued to live in the same crumbling down house in the
middle of nowhere, running wild and happy and free among the trees.
Until hunters killed Mom and Dad, and two kids living in an old, dilapidated house that Dad spent
more time fixing up than he spent doing anything else, wouldn’t have lasted long. At least, not
according to Daniel.
I’ve lost count of the times I wondered if we shouldn’t have tried to survive on our own anyway.
Maybe we’d have both ended up happier than we were when we left behind everything we knew.
But you wouldn’t have met Bennett. Would you really have been so happy?
He would have.
The woman’s face creases in concern. “I’m sorry.”
I shrug. “It wasn’t a bad life.” At least not all of it. “I’d better go. Enjoy your hike.”
She calls out a belated goodbye as I continue my journey away from town, relieved she didn’t ask
what I’m doing hiking through a forest at night.
I’ve been walking for close to an hour when my instincts scream a warning. There’s no sound, just
a sudden awareness, and I know I’m no longer alone out here. Someone is watching me.
It’s not a hiker. Whoever is following is too stealthy to be human.
This is the reason I came out into the forest alone.
It’s him. Daniel.
I smile grimly. All I have to do is keep walking. Eventually, he’ll reveal himself.
What happens after that?
I’ll find out when it does.
5
BENNETT
T he drive to Mack and Aerin’s home takes thirty minutes, so it’s just gone nine when I pull my
truck to a stop, turn the engine off and climb out.
Although lights stream from the small, two-story brick home, a place I used to spend more time
than my cabin even further out of town, it isn’t the front door I stride toward, but the grassy verge that
sits alongside it.
The moment I’ve rounded the house, I spot Mack and Aerin sharing a green plastic garden lounger
halfway down the backyard, which faces a dense forest. Aerin’s deep, steady breaths tell me she’s
asleep long before I drop into a neighboring lounger.
“She fell asleep mid-conversation,” Mack says, with a smile in his voice. “Said she wanted to
see the stars and ten minutes later, she was snoring.”
After I’ve stretched my legs out, getting as comfortable as I can on this flimsy plastic chair, I take
in Aerin’s dark head resting on Mack’s chest. “Aerin doesn’t snore.”
I can’t read his expression, but I’d put money that there was love in his eyes as he peers down at
her. I’ve seen the look often enough. “You’re right, she doesn’t.”
Like Mack, she’s dressed in a pair of gray sweats and an oversized white t-shirt. They take up
more room on the lounger than they have before. Baby must be growing fast. “She’s bigger.”
Mack wraps his arms around her back and kisses the top of her head. “A little more emotional as
well, so I’d appreciate a little less of the words big, large, or increase.”
I snort my amusement. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”
“I asked her if she wanted to go shopping and pick up more comfortable clothes for around the
house.” Shaking his head, he sighs. “She burst into tears and accused me of calling her fat.”
I’d never describe Aerin as emotional—sensitive but not emotional—so I take it as the warning it
is. “Duly noted. I will strike those words from my vocabulary.”
I came here intending to speak about the men in town, but with Aerin sleeping, now doesn’t seem
to be the right time to mention trouble arriving in Winter Lake.
“I’m guessing something must be wrong for you to be here,” Mack says, giving me a long look.
It’s as if he read my mind.
I turn my focus to the dark forest at the bottom of their backyard, and where we go for weekly
pack runs. Helena stays away from almost all of those, which makes it the only pack event I can enjoy.
“Maybe. I’m not sure yet. But I’m on it.”
“Anything I need to know?” Mack asks, his tone more curious than alarmed.
He doesn’t order me to tell him, and for that, I appreciate him. Not all alphas trust their betas so
implicitly. “I’ll tell you more if the situation changes,” I say, glancing over at him.
He raises his eyebrow. “Or until you change the situation?”
“Something like that.”
Nodding, he turns away, stroking Aerin’s back as she sleeps.
For a long moment, the only sound filling the backyard is the humming of some insect deep in the
forest.
“We want you to be the godfather.”
I’m so busy coming up with an excuse to leave before Mack can ask what’s going on with me and
Helena, that his words nearly send me crashing out of the lounger. “Huh?”
His lips curve in a smile as he continues to study the forest. “You’ve been terrible godfather
material recently. Yet, Aerin still wants it to be you.”
Guilt squeezes my heart.
Fuck.
Here I was doing everything humanly possible to dodge her, and she was pushing to make me the
godfather of her baby.
“She should ask someone else. Maybe—”
“She wants you,” Mack interrupts, turning to face me. “So do I.”
A burn starts behind my eyes, one I haven’t felt for a long time. Five years. I hadn’t thought an
offer like that would hit so hard, but it’s not so much the offer as the trust she—they—are putting in
me. “No, you don’t.” My gaze dips to the sleeping woman. “Not after what I did to her.”
“I don’t doubt that you had your reasons for wanting Douglas Boone and a certain enforcer of his
nowhere near Winter Lake. Aerin knows it too. The past is the past. Aerin has moved on from it, and
it’s time you did the same.” Mack’s voice is still as mild as it always is, but now there’s a push in
it… an order that would inform any shifter what he was. Alpha.
“I nearly ruined her life, Mack.” I frown. “No, I nearly killed her, which is exactly what would
have happened if her father had made her go back to that piece of shit, Shane Dacre. You saw how
desperate Bree was to keep Shane for herself. Why else would she have killed Shane’s dad?”
“I don’t blame you for that, Bennett.” Aerin yawns, stretching a little as she sits up, brushing her
long brown hair from her face. “I never did.”
The lounger tips sharply to the right. I reach over, grip the side, and hold it steady until she’s
settled in her new position.
She smiles gratefully at me, gray-blue eyes a little darker in the night, her face rounder, softer, and
happier than I remember.
Shit, Bennett, how long has it been since you last saw her?
She grins, resting a hand on her bump. “The baby thanks you for saving us from a painful
collision.”
Shaking my head, I fight back my smile. I doubt I’ll ever meet a person as generous and forgiving
as Aerin Boone. “That doesn’t mean I’ll make a good godfather. You should raise your standards a
little higher than the person who saves you from tipping out of a low lounger onto soft grass.”
Like maybe someone with a lot more to offer than I can.
When Aerin’s warm smile fades and her right hand twitches, I know she just stopped herself from
reaching out to heal me.
I’m not in pain, but if anyone is going to feel what’s going on in my soul, it’s Aerin, the most
powerful omega of her generation, according to Adela. Only her aunt, Ivy, probably the only female
alpha in the country, and a powerful omega in her own right, can heal with a single touch the way
Aerin does.
“I have raised my standards, and they were pretty high to begin with,” Aerin says, her voice soft.
“No one else would make a better godfather than you.”
I’m denying it when she flinches.
I go on the alert, half rising from the lounger as I sweep my gaze over the forest for any looming
threat to her or Mack.
Aerin’s musical laugh rings out, drowning out the buzzing insects. “There’s no threat out there,
Bennett. This is something else.”
I turn to her with a frown.
She takes her hand off her rounded stomach and holds it toward me, palm side up. Knowing what
she’s capable of doing with a single touch, I hesitate. The deep scars Helena’s rejection left me with
are mine, and I intend to keep them. If Aerin takes them, what’s stopping me from forgiving Helena?
That is something I will never do.
“I won’t heal you, Bennett. I want you to feel,” she says.
As doubt continues to plague me, I spot a faint bulge on her belly. There one second and gone the
next. “The baby is kicking?”
Aerin nods. “Wants to say hi, I think.”
“Take it from me,” Mack says with a smile in his voice, “boy or girl, our kid is going to play
soccer one day.”
Letting curiosity win out, I give Aerin my hand. She grips my wrist and places it on the left side of
her belly.
Seconds tick by, and nothing happens. And then it does.
A surprisingly hard thump knocks against my hand.
Twice.
“Woah.” A smile stretches across my face. “You weren’t joking about the soccer, were you?”
Mack grins. “Nope. The first time it happened was in the middle of the night. I thought I’d stolen
the covers and Aerin had hit me to wake me up.” His smile widens. “You can imagine my surprise
when I woke to find her still sleeping.”
“So he woke me.” Aerin mock glares at Mack as a smile twinkles in her eyes. “I wasn’t thrilled
until the baby kicked again.”
“I don’t think either of us slept after that,” Mack admits. “We stayed up all night, waiting for it to
happen again.”
They smile at each other, and the love filling their eyes warms my heart. But it hurts too. It fucking
hurts a lot, because once, a long time ago, that was me. If Helena and I had gone the distance, would
we have a little one running around now?
Shaking my head to clear thoughts that have—or should have—no place rolling around up there, I
keep my hand on Aerin’s warm belly as I wait for the baby to kick again, no doubt with a stupid grin
on my face.
When Aerin muffles a yawn, I yank my hand away in apology. “Shit, sorry. You should rest.”
But she doesn’t get up, just studies me with a knowing light in her eyes, and I wonder what
emotion she read in my soul. “I know you probably think we’re asking you because your role in the
pack is to protect, but that’s not the reason.”
It’s exactly what I think. Why not make the big beta the official protector of their kid? Makes
perfect sense to me. “Then why are you?”
She points a finger at my heart. “Because of what’s in there.”
“And what’s in there?” I ask because it feels like nothing is. Like it hasn’t worked right since I
told Helena I loved her five years ago and she walked away from me instead.
“The heart of a person who loves so deeply that only one person in the world comes close.” She
glances up at Mack. “So of course, I would want you to help us raise this little one because they
deserve the best.”
My eyes burn as I shake my head. She’s wrong. Whatever it is she sees isn’t there. The only thing
I have in my heart is pain. Despair. I have no love to give. Not anymore.
Before I can speak, Aerin yawns, so I drop the issue for now. Later, I can convince her why the
best godfather would be sweet-tempered Warren or quiet but protective Chris, who can give this kid
all the love I can’t.
“Right, time for bed.” Mack rises, and again I grip the lounger before it can spill them both out of
it.
I frown as I get to my feet. “You guys need something sturdier than this plastic crap if you’re going
to be sharing it all the time.”
Mack cradles Aerin in his arms as we head up the incline toward the backdoor. “Maybe.”
“I don’t mind it,” Aerin says, sounding like she’s smiling.
“Those loungers have fond memories for the both of us,” Mack agrees, a husky note in his voice.
I raise my eyebrow. “Hopefully not the one I was sitting on?”
Neither of them says a word.
“You could have said something before I sat down,” I grumble as I grab the back door and hold it
open, letting the hallway light spill out.
“You can stay the night if you want?” Aerin suggests. “Mack is making bacon for breakfast.”
“Mack is always making bacon for breakfast,” he mutters, a smile dimpling his cheeks.
Aerin punches him lightly on the arm. “As if you don’t eat twice as much of it as I do.”
“I have a full garage, so I need to head home. Some other time,” I lie. Not about the garage part.
That is no lie.
Both turn to me, their smiles fading, as if they can smell my deception. They likely can. “Don’t
stay away, Bennett,” Mack says after giving me a loaded look. “You’re family.”
“I won’t.” Once Helena has left town, everything will go right back to the way it was. “I’ll let you
know if the situation changes.”
Mack gives me another long look before he carries Aerin inside as she waves goodbye.
I close the door behind them, making sure it’s secure before I round the house and head for my
truck. If I hurry, I can just make it to the grocery store before Fergus closes at ten. Then I’ll have a
steak dinner and a couple of beers to look forward to. It’s a night I hadn’t minded before, but after
leaving Mack and Aerin, it doesn’t just feel empty; it’s depressing as hell.
“It was strange,” a young woman’s soft voice pulls my attention from the bag of chips I’m deciding if
I need.
When I struggle to remember the last time I went grocery shopping, I snag the bag and toss it into
my basket before moving down the aisle.
As I make my way around the store, tossing more needed items in my basket—toothpaste, bread,
and soup—I try to ignore the continued yapping of the small white dog I passed in a silver Nissan
Altima parked outside the grocery store.
“I’m sure they’ll be okay,” Fergus Deane, owner of the Winter Lake grocery store, responds.
I glance over at the front counter. He’s busy bagging up her groceries as the woman stands with
her back to me, her blonde hair secured in a long braid.
I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but the shop is small and shifter hearing makes it harder to ignore than
it is to listen. After grabbing a box of cereal, I head for the liquor aisle.
“Maybe we should put signs up about the things people need to take with them. I mean, at least the
woman had warm clothing and jerky, but the two men didn’t even have coats. You don’t go hiking
with no supplies like that, and it was pitch black by the time I finished my walk.”
I halt with my hand on a four-pack of beers.
Two men?
“They could’ve been going for a walk,” Fergus suggests.
“But it was night, and they were just setting out. Who goes hiking in the dark with no supplies?”
She pauses. “And that woman… she didn’t even have a dog for protection.”
What woman?
And why do I suddenly believe everyone is talking about Helena?
I grab the four-pack, eye another, but turn away. I’m not usually a drinker, but after the
confrontation with Helena this morning, I could do with a drink.
Just the four-pack, I tell myself as I head for the counter. You have a mountain of work waiting
for you tomorrow morning, and you’ll need a clear head if you want to leave work before seven.
“I doubt she has anything to worry about. This is Winter Lake. Nothing bad happens here,” Fergus
soothes her.
Bad things happen everywhere. I mentally snort. Something Aerin would agree with after her
former mate’s girlfriend tasered her and shoved her off a cliff.
The woman shakes her blonde head. “But they weren’t locals.”
Two strangers walking about without coats and acting suspicious?
I bet I know exactly who they are.
Maybe they’ll get themselves eaten by a bear or a mountain lion because whatever reason those
two are in Winter Lake, it isn’t for anything good.
But what about the woman?
Just an unprepared tourist, I tell myself.
Helena will be with Penny.
Fergus leans around the blonde woman, giving me a glimpse of a short, red-headed man in his
fifties with friendly green eyes. “I’ll be right with you, Bennett.”
“I’m in no hurry, Fergus. Take your time.”
The petite woman peers over her shoulder, and the acrid scent of her fear drifts toward me.
Smiling, I retreat a step so it doesn’t feel like I’m crowding her. “Sorry to startle you.”
The tension tightening her shoulder eases, and she blinks as her blue eyes take in my grease-
stained overalls. “Oh, you’re from the garage, right?”
I nod. “Owner and mechanic.”
Her smile turns soft, warmer. “I’m still new here. Well, not new, new. I’ve been here for a few
months, so I haven’t been to the garage yet. I’m sorry about freaking out. Everyone in town has been
really nice so far.” The look in her eyes tells me she wouldn’t mind if I wanted to be nice to her.
And while she’s not unattractive, she’s not my type. Whatever that is. “It’s a friendly town. I’m
sure you’ll like it here.”
“Here’s your change, Lila,” the store owner interrupts.
Lila takes her change and her grocery bag before she moves aside, and I step forward with my
basket. For a moment she doesn’t move, only hovers, as if waiting for me to say something more—or
more likely, ask for her number.
When I say nothing, she heads for the exit. “Okay, then I’ll see you around.”
“I’ll see you around,” I say, keeping my smile neighborly, because despite what I told Helena, I
have no interest in fucking around.
She’s pulling the door open, the bell jangling overhead, when something compels me to turn
around. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation earlier.”
Lila turns to me with a hopeful look filling her big blue eyes. “Oh?”
“The woman you saw in the forest.” I watch as her hope dies. “What did she look like?”
She shrugs. “Uh, it was getting dark, so I didn’t see her all that well, but I think she had blonde or
maybe light brown hair and hazel eyes. Pretty.”
I stare at her.
Helena. Exchange the pretty with beautiful and she’s describing Helena.
What the hell is Helena doing out there?
Winter Lake is miles away from the next town, so she’d have to hike for hours through the night. I
told her I wanted her to leave as soon as possible, but I wasn’t expecting her to leave on foot.
But then what were the two men doing there? And how did they know she would be in that same
forest?
“Was that it?” Lila asks, distracting me from my thoughts.
“Sorry, I remembered something I forgot to do at work. Thanks. I’ll see you around.”
“Maybe I could stop at the garage one day.” She smiles.
I nod. “Great. I open at nine, but I’m pretty backed up right now, unless it’s an emergency?”
Her face falls. “Right, thanks.”
As she leaves, I turn to pay. Fergus starts up a conversation about a local event happening this
weekend that I barely pay any attention to.
When I have my groceries in one hand and my keys in another, I head for my truck as Fergus locks
the door behind me.
In my truck, I sit staring straight ahead, groceries in the passenger seat and my keys still clenched
in one hand.
Helena is leaving, which is good. It’s what I wanted.
If she wants to hike through the night, then that’s not my problem.
I start up the engine, but the sound doesn’t come close to drowning out my wolf growling his
displeasure.
Shut it. I promised you steak, and it’s coming. I growl back.
His grumbles continue.
My wolf shows me an image of a brown-black wolf savaging two men. One blond and one dark-
haired.
You’re never fucking satisfied, are you?
A low growl of denial fills my head.
I snort. Spoiled. That’s what you are. Now stop growling. Time to go home.
6
HELENA
BENNETT
HELENA
W hen Bennett said he was taking me to a cabin, I had no idea he meant a garden shed because
that’s the size of it.
Too small.
Way too small for two.
I was already hyper-aware of Bennett, but as he strolls the perimeter of the cabin/shed, raking his
eyes over everything in it? I can barely breathe, much less think.
I stand in the center of the room, my bag still on my back, as I observe him out of the corner of my
eye.
“We need wood to start a fire,” Bennett says, his gaze settling on the open fireplace that takes up
almost one wall.
He hasn’t looked at me once since he led us inside, dropped my hand, and started pacing around
me.
Is he feeling as trapped—as restless—in this small space as I am? I think so.
When he swings his head toward me, I realize he’s waiting for some kind of response, so I turn to
the front door. “Do you want me to—”
He strides toward it. “Offer to get wood and never come back? No, you stay here. I’ll get wood.”
It’s almost as if he plucked the thought right out of my head because he’s right. With Daniel
somewhere out there, I would have run and never looked back.
Do I deny it and hope he won’t see right through my lie?
Bennett closes his palm around the door handle and waits.
The silence extends, an awkwardness filling the space that I never believed would exist between
Bennett and me. We were always so easy around each other. Conversation flowed on and on. But
now?
Now we’re like strangers.
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll see if I can find something to cook. Or clean things up a bit.”
Not that I’m hungry or have any desire to clean, but there’s nothing else to do.
I could run while Bennett was out there collecting firewood, but I won’t.
Bennett wasn’t second-in-command in New York. He was alone, just as I was, but even back then,
he guessed things about me that no one else had before. I thought it was because we were mates, but
now I know it isn’t true. He’s observant enough to have guessed I’m planning on running, so wherever
he goes to gather wood, it won’t be far, and he will have one ear and all his senses pointed my way
the entire time.
The moment stretches, until, without another word, Bennett pulls the door open and steps out,
leaving me alone.
Without him filling up the space with his presence, I feel like I can fully absorb my surroundings.
It doesn’t take long. A dusty fireplace with maybe three small burned-out pieces of firewood from the
last person who stayed here, which, from the thick layer of white dust covering every inch of the floor
and the single wooden counter and sink, was some time ago. Months if not years.
Just enough moonlight filters in through the cabin’s single grimy window for me to see everything
there is to see.
Nothing.
There’s sparse and simple, and then there’s this.
“It probably looks worse in the daylight,” I mutter under my breath as I cross over to the counter
with a wooden sink and rusting faucet so I can see what’s lurking in the single cupboard beneath. I’m
not expecting any food, but maybe there’ll be something I can use to clean things up a little.
Inches away from the counter, I sneeze and keep on sneezing until I plug my nose with two fingers,
tilt my head back, and wait for the urge to ease.
It takes a while. A long while.
When I’ve got my sneezing fit under control, I lower my head and blink the tears away from my
streaming eyes.
A thump comes from just outside. Bennett likely gathering twigs and branches into a pile to carry
in. If he’s distracted collecting wood, I could—
No. He’s already expecting you to run.
If he caught me, he’d be even more suspicious. But if he didn’t…
Bennett’s words ring in my ear.
Daniel could go after Aerin and Mack, thinking it will make me return to Winter Lake.
The thing is, it would work. There’s every reason to believe Daniel has been hanging around town
long enough to discover how much I like the people here. Maybe he’d even been close enough to hear
me and Aerin laughing together in her garden.
He could hurt Aerin.
The Dan Morgan, who was my only friend in the world, wouldn’t have dreamed of hurting
someone else. A long time ago, he was just Dan, my older brother. A grinning blond boy five years
older who only cared about taking care of his little sister.
I stare at the dust coating the counter.
Needing to do something with my hands, and hoping it will keep my mind occupied, I shrug out of
my backpack and leave it just beside the front door because who knows when I might get a chance to
run? Returning to the tiny kitchen area, I look for something to clean the dust off the counter.
Outside, Bennett is trampling around. Still close by, but that’s no surprise. He wants me to know
he’s close enough to stop me if I even thought about running.
I didn’t even think to ask him how he intended to start a fire since another sweep of the cabin
doesn’t reveal a lighter or even a box of matches. But I’m not worried, because if anyone can figure it
out, it will be Bennett.
My fingers prickle with the need to do something, so I return to the kitchen counter and the scarred
wood cupboard.
I was the same way after I left Bennett in New York and went to Douglas Boone’s pack to start
again. I needed to keep busy, to do something that would mean I didn’t have to think about the broken
man I’d left behind.
My eyes burn, and my nose itches. But this time, it isn’t because of the dust I’m inhaling.
Keep busy, Helena.
I swing open the cupboard door. Two metal cans. Neither have labels, but I take both, hold them
to my nose, and sniff. Beans and something syrupy sweet. Pineapple. Both smell edible, so whatever
preservative these companies use must mean this food would probably last a hundred years without
spoiling.
After placing the tins on the counter, I bend my head again to see if there’s anything else useful
hiding in the back. There isn’t much. I fish out a small pile of rags and a single metal spork you’d take
camping with you.
This must have been a tourist cabin then, and the last people who stayed here left the tins and
spork behind. Everything is covered in a thick layer of dust, but it’s something, and something is
better than nothing.
Now to see if there’s any water in the pipes so I can use these rags.
I turn the faucet on and wait, not expecting anything to happen.
When metal grinds loudly, I jump and my wolf snarls as if the faucet just became the enemy.
I smile.
Just a creaky pipe. No enemy there, I tell her.
The first drops of water to hit the sink are a reddish-brown color. But as I watch, it lightens in
increments, going from a deep maroon trickle to a pale brown stream of water. There’s no way I’m
about to drink water from a faucet that rusty, but it might be okay to clean with.
I grab both rags and hold them under, soaking the dusty-smelling material before wringing them
out. After turning the faucet off, I get busy cleaning the counter.
As I scrub, my mind wanders, unsurprisingly, to the day Daniel brought Leon and Jerome to our
tiny New York studio apartment. Back then, I was doing my best to clean likely decades worth of
grime off the Formica dining table we’d bought at a thrift shop that morning.
I smile at the two men with greedy eyes I don’t trust for a second as I grab Daniel’s arm, tell
them we’ll be back in a second, and drag him outside our front door and a little way down the hall.
I don’t care about leaving the two strange men in our apartment alone. It isn’t like we have
anything worth stealing.
“We don’t need them,” I hiss at Daniel, trying to keep my voice down. It hadn’t taken me long
to learn that cheap studio apartments inevitably came with paper-thin walls, and this one was no
different from the ones we’d lived in before but roaches chased us out of.
Daniel grins down at me as he ruffles my hair. “Yes, we do, Ela.”
I duck out from under his hand, glaring at him. “Stop treating me like I’m five. And I’m telling
you, we can’t trust them.”
He’s always been faster than me, so he has his arm wrapped around my shoulder and is
dragging me into a hug before I can shove him away. “I know what I’m doing, Ela.”
I elbow him in the gut. Hard. “Just because you’re older doesn’t mean you know everything.”
It doesn’t matter that I’m seventeen years old, Daniel still treats me like I’m ten years younger.
Every day, he looks more like a man and less like a teenage boy. But I guess, at twenty-two, he is
an adult. Not that he ever lets me forget it.
His hazel-green eyes twinkle as he laughs. “Yes, it does.”
But I don’t laugh because I know how desperate Daniel is to give me the sort of life he seems to
think I deserve. I know how far he’s willing to go to get it, and it scares me because there’s no Mom
and Dad to rein him in. We don’t have an alpha or packmates to convince him to listen because we
had no pack. It was only ever just us.
And I know how trusting he can be. “They’re trouble, Dan.”
When he grins, I know he’s stopped listening to me. He’s made up his mind to do something and
when he has, nothing I’ve ever said has gotten him to change it. “They are our way out of this
dump.”
“But we can’t trust them. And this place isn’t so bad,” I lie. This place is nasty, but I’d settle
for nasty if it kept Dan and me safe.
His smile fades, and he squeezes me harder, serious now. “I told you we’d find something
better than that old house in the middle of nowhere. I meant it.”
I stop trying to break away. “All I want is for us to be together. I don’t care about some stupid
plan to get rich or whatever. I don’t even mind this crappy apartment.”
A smile curves his lips. “You weren’t saying that when a roach ran over your face last night.”
I shudder at the memory. “You just had to remind me.” I rub my cheek, almost positive that I
can still feel its legs. “Ugh.”
He kisses the top of my head as he leads us back to the apartment. “There won’t be any more
roaches in our future, Ela. It’ll be silk sheets, shopping in department stores instead of thrift
shops, and no more going to bed hungry.”
When he shoves the door open, the blond man, Leon, has a bulge in his jeans pocket. It isn’t
until after Daniel leaves with them that I realize they stole the MP3 player he bought for me in the
thrift store instead of the microwave we could have used more.
A door squeaks open, the noise returning me to the present.
I take in a wood counter scrubbed to within an inch of its life, the dusty rag in my hand, and I have
no memory of having cleaned at all.
Bennett doesn’t say a word, but I feel his gaze boring into my back. Another squeak echoes in the
quiet room. This one makes me gulp. It’s Bennett closing the door behind him.
Now it’s just us in this tiny cabin.
All night.
9
BENNETT