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some of the members of our pack,” Paul stated, then began the
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introductions. Before long, she was cheerfully engaged in multiple
conversations with other female pack members and trying very hard
to avoid the male ones. Though most kept their distance, they all
seemed to want to sniff her. It was an icky feeling.
Though she conversed nicely with everyone, she felt a tugging in
her heart in regards to Saber. He still had yet to approach her as Paul
and Andre seemed to do every ten minutes or so. She looked around
the room in search of him, but he was nowhere in sight.
Lexi looked around, expecting the conversation to be taking place
behind her, but Paul and Andre weren’t there. She felt something and
then heard them.
“Why is he so angry? She didn’t do anything wrong,” Paul stated.
“Beats the hell out of me. You know how difficult it is to read
Saber. Perhaps it was that phone call he received earlier or his
inability to show his feelings.”
“You can’t blame him, Paul. You know if it wasn’t for Lexi being
here, he probably would have made up some excuse as to why he had
to leave or was needed for a mission.”
“I’m waiting for that to happen. The night’s still young.”
Lexi stood up and excused herself. She immediately noticed the
guards Ron and Emmitt watching her. They weren’t as intimidating as
Saber, but they definitely fit the role of bodyguard. They looked like
two linebackers ready to tackle her if she went too far.
The farther she walked from the room, the more she had the urge
to look for Andre and Paul. She searched the dining area, where she
saw Paul and Andre speaking with Valco and two other men she met
earlier. She forgot their names, but now she understood why Paul and
Andre must have stopped talking. She headed toward the back room
where a small bathroom and sitting area were located. Two French
doors stood closed and were the one entrance in and out of the room.
Ron and Emmitt were on her heels.
“Miss, is there something you need?” the tall one, Emmitt, asked.
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She smiled wide, then placed her hands on her hips. “Nope.
Thanks.”
They stared at her, and she stared at them as if saying, What do
you want? Ron looked nervous, but Emmitt held his ground.
“They’ll be looking for you.”
“Then you can tell them I went to the ladies’ room. Thanks,” she
stated, then entered the room, closing the double French doors behind
her. She released an annoyed sigh. All the bodyguards, mansions,
pack protocol, and werewolf stuff were overwhelming. She was used
to coming and going as she pleased. Hopefully, Andre and Paul
wouldn’t get upset that she left their guests for a breather. Saber
probably would. She swallowed the instant lump in her throat and felt
heaviness in her chest. Could being away from them actually hurt?
She dismissed the idea and looked around the room. It was just as
large as the living room except decorated more like a study, with
wall-to-wall books and three different sitting areas to choose from.
The main long couch with ottomans on either side sat directly in
front of a lovely stone-faced fireplace. She was envious of the triplets
and, of course, Sierra. The Sinclair pack was wealthy. Anyone could
see that. In her younger years, she had actually thought that money
could solve her problems. You can’t spend money, purchase airfare,
and escape to another country if you didn’t have identification. Then,
of course, identification, even fake, was costly, and she didn’t know
anyone who did that, nor did she trust anyone. Lexi had tried to figure
out a way to be free, but that was too difficult since she didn’t know
who was after her.
She walked around the room noting the Tiffany lamps and
elaborate paintings on the wall. The triple sliding-glass doors
appeared to lead out to what looked like a balcony through the glass.
Curious, she pulled one open to peek outside. It had felt like
weeks since she smelled fresh air. Her week at the triplets’ mansion
had been spent inside the bedroom. Not that it wasn’t memorable, the
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triplets were compassionate men. She felt her body heat at thoughts of
the triplets.
Slowly, she opened the door anticipating a view to match the
exquisite room. Just as she thought, the view was breathtaking. Night
had fallen, and the Texas sky was illuminated in bright, bold stars.
She moved toward the railing, wanting a better look at the landscape,
but there was nothing but darkness beyond the depth that the house
lights illuminated over the property.
She thought about the rooftop back at VALERIE’S and the
skyscrapers all lined up before her. She had found peace in that view,
but this, this view was breathtaking. In the distance she heard
howling, and her heart picked up pace.
She wondered if the men ran through the woods in wolf form. She
couldn’t even imagine such a feeling of freedom, at least not in her
lifetime. For some insane reason, tears stung her eyes.
The howling grew closer and then a sense of foreboding. At the
thought, large arms swooped around her, one wrapping around her
waist and one covering her hand that lay over the railing.
She couldn’t move. He was huge and powerful. She panicked a
moment until her senses kicked in.
“Thinking about fleeing?” Saber asked, and when she tried to turn
her head back and up to look at him, he pressed against her. Now her
body was wedged up between the railing and Saber’s body.
“Why would you think that?” she asked, annoyed at the hesitancy
and rattle in her voice.
“It’s your MO, isn’t it?” His statement was forceful and
unexpected.
She needed to gather her thoughts and calm her tone. “Why don’t
you tell me, Saber?”
He nuzzled his face close to her neck and whispered in her ear.
She closed her eyes, feeling herself press against him in retreat. Her
body may be weak around Saber, but not her mind. The hand that
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wrapped around her waist slowly moved over her ribs and up to her
breast.
“I think this sweater is a little tight. Are you trying to get a wolf
killed?” He pulled her against him, cupping her breast firmly through
the sweater, then letting his other hand travel over her thigh to the V
between her legs.
Lexi jumped, surprised at Saber’s brazenness and both turned on
and irritated that he felt he had every right to touch her there.
“Answer me, mate,” he growled low and deep.
“Paul picked out the sweater,” she panted as he rubbed and tapped
the material between her legs.
Moisture leaked from her core, and Saber inhaled her scent. An
instant later he turned her toward him, pressing her body against his
own with one hand flush against her backside and the other gently
cupping a handful of hair beneath her head.
He pulled slowly so she was forced to look into his eyes. “Whose
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