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“The paven has done this to make you suffer,” she said in a quiet voice. “But also to make you his prey. ”
“Prey?” Cruen ground out. How absurd. “He feels nothing for me now. No anger, no hunger for revenge. He won’t come after me. ”
“He won’t have to. Because you’ll be going to him. ”
Cruen lifted his upper lip, flashed his fangs. “Never. ”
The female shrugged. “You might even fall to your knees before him and beg. ”
The insolence! Cruen’s fangs dropped and he hissed. He had limited strength, but there was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to rip the vocal cords from this female’s throat. Clearly, she was taunting him now. Perhaps trying to extract more money.
Pulling on every fiber of strength he possessed, Cruen leaped from the table, and with a fearsome snarl, headed for the door, and for his guards on the other side. The guards that would have to flash him home, as he was quite without the power to manage it himself.
He pulled the door wide and was almost through it when he heard the bloodletter’s words of doom on the air behind him.
“One final word, my lord. If you ever want to find peace or strength, if you ever want to function normally again, you’ll have to find this male and give back what you took. ”
• • •
“Despite what’s occurring with your mental and emotional state, everything within you is working well and is healthy. ”
“For now,” Petra said, pulling her eyes from Brodan and shifting on the bed in her room at her mother’s house. Unable to keep herself still for any length of time, and hating to be around groups of people, she’d refused to go to the clinic when her mother had insisted that she see Brodan for a checkup.
The doctor, who was also a bear shifter and one of Petra’s closest friends, placed his warm hands on her stomach and gently prodded around the balas. “I wish you’d come stay with me, Pets. I’d feel better if I could watch you full-time. ”
“That’s a good idea,” Wen agreed, hovering somewhere near Petra’s head, along with Celestine. “It’s not far, my dear, and with you a few months from your time . . . ”
“I don’t want to be watched. ” Petra closed her eyes and attempted to breathe through the waves of misery and depression threatening to consume her. “I’m sorry, Brodan. For acting like a complete asshole most of the time when you’re just trying to help me. I appreciate the offer. I just . . . ”
“Pets, look at me,” he said, his voice clear and strong through her haze. “Please. ”
It took everything she had to turn back and face him. He was such a great male, handsome and strong and caring. And if her luck didn’t completely run out, the male she would turn to when the balas was born. But, right now, if she continued to engage with him, be touched by him, scent him, she was going to bite him. Hard. And not out of hunger. Out of irrational anger. Her fangs were already dropping and saliva was pooling in her mouth.
“Tell me what you need, Pets. ” His eyes implored her. “You know I’ll do whatever you ask. ”
“Can you find a way to stop this?” she said, her tone pathetic even to her own ears. “Turn off this insanity inside me before I explode or lose my mind? Or gods help me, do something terrible. Hurt you or my family. I don’t know how long I can keep this anger and sadness and manic energy penned. ”
He reached out and brushed a few strands of hair back from her face. The gesture repelled her. Like every touch she’d experienced in the past week: her mother, her brothers, her best friend. It all made her recoil.
Brodan acted as if he hadn’t noticed. He was also incredibly kind. And she was a great fool for not giving herself to him ages ago when he’d made it clear he wanted to be more than friends.
“We’ve known each other for how long, Pets?” he said, his voice low and masculine but gentle.
Petra forced a bleak smile. “Forever. ”
“And you’ve always trusted me. ”
“Of course. What are you asking?”
“I want to try something. ” He left her side and dug into his medical bag, which was propped up against some books on her dresser. When he returned he was holding up a bag of blood.
Petra cringed, her insides recoiling, panic rushing through her. “I’ve tried drinking blood. I can’t make myself swallow it. And what I do manage to force down comes right back up. ”
“I know. ” He gestured for Wen and Celestine to hold the bag and tubing. “I want to try putting it directly into your vein. ”
“Oh,” Celestine exclaimed. “That could work. ”
“Yes, indeed,” Wen agreed.
Hope flared inside Petra, and she quickly pulled up the sleeve of her shirt. There was nothing she wanted more than to shut off these overwhelming feelings racing through her, controlling her. “Whose is it?” she asked him.
“A combination of donors. ” He swabbed the inside of her wrist with a square of wet cotton. “I want to see if you have a reaction to this first. If you do, we’ll give you the blood of each donor separately until we find a match. ”
“And if there’s no match?” She hated to ask the question, but couldn’t stop herself.
Brodan gave her an encouraging smile. “Let’s not go there yet, okay?”
She nodded, her breath hitching in her lungs. Please let this work. Please.
With skilled fingers, Brodan quickly inserted the needle into the soft skin of her wrist, then followed up with a tiny plastic tube into her vein.
She bit her lip. Not from the pain. There was barely any. Whatever little pinch occurred on her wrist was drowned out by another onslaught of emotion. Tears scratched at her throat and she gritted her teeth against them and silently screamed. She was so fucking sick of tears! She was not this weak . . . But even with the effort, the admonishment, the salty bastards still came. Bubbling up. Blinding her. Escaping. Sliding down her cheeks.
In the moist blur, Petra saw Celestine, a cloth in her hand. The older veana leaned down and dabbed at Petra’s tears, while Wen whispered soothingly, “It will be all right, my Pets. ”
“Did I hurt you?” Brodan asked, his warm hand on her arm, his tone heavy with concern.
“No. ” Petra shook her head, blinking to get rid of the new tears forming in her eyes. “No pain, just fear. I’m scared, Brodan. I feel so completely out of control. This balas . . . ” She turned her head away and cried softly for a second or two. “I’m already a terrible mother and the child hasn’t even been born yet. ”
“That’s bullshit. ”
The new, though familiar, voice made Petra turn. Behind Brodan, standing in the doorway wearing only jeans and matching severe expressions, were her brothers. Big, tough, blond lion shifters, Sasha and Valentin had always been her closest allies and her biggest supporters. They made her laugh and protected her. She was so grateful to them—and she couldn’t wait to see them as uncles to her child.
“If this blood thing Brodan’s cooking up doesn’t work, we’ve got another plan,” Sasha told her, a slight sneer on his full mouth.
“Damn right,” Valentin agreed with a punch of feline ferocity. “We love you too much to see this continue. ”
“This plan of yours is to be our last resort only, boys,” Wen said in her strongest maternal tone.
“Yeah, yeah,” Val said.
“I don’t want that piece of shit male here,” Brodan said tightly, watching the blood move through the tube toward Petra’s waiting vein.
“None of us do,” Sasha said with true venom.
Valentin growled. “But you know as well as we do that we’re going to have to take some drastic measures if this doesn’t work. ”
“What are you talking about?” Petra asked, her insides growing cold with confusion and worry as she gripped the edge of the mattress with her free hand. “What drastic measures?” She looked at each male in turn.
/> Wen turned back to Petra and put her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “Just a backup plan, my Pets. ”
Inside Petra, anxiety mixed with confusion and a lack of control for one seriously potent cocktail. “For what?” she demanded, looking from her brothers to her mother.
“Shit,” Brodan said gravely. “For this. ” His gaze met Petra’s. “Your vein just closed up. It won’t even allow the blood inside. ”
Celestine cursed, and Wen squeezed Petra’s shoulders.
Brodan stripped off his gloves, then glanced over and nodded at Sasha and Val. “Do it. ”
“Do what?” Petra cried out, trying to sit up.
But her mother held her down, whispering words of love, while her brothers released terrifying twin growls and rushed out of the room.
• • •
The party’s over.
Or was it just beginning?
Synjon took off his shirt and draped it over the black leather piano bench. He loved to fuck, needed the release to keep his muscles content, and though he didn’t allow anyone to touch him, undress him, or speak to him, he made sure that the females who spread their legs and bent over the polished black surface of his Bösendorfer came in ways, durations, and decibel levels they’d never known existed.
“Are we going to your bedroom or what?”
The female who had spoken out of turn, the female he’d chosen for tonight, stood near the glass doors that the Roman brothers had walked through only a few hours ago. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she had one hip cocked in an I’m-the-bloody-shit kind of way. Her small, strong body was encased in a simple black minidress that paired well with her short blond hair, nose ring, and dark eyes. Blond hair and dark eyes. It had become his routine shag. For some reason, his body refused to take any female who sported the combination of dark hair and blue eyes.
It was bloody irritating.
He gestured for her to approach him. “Come, female. ”