A Highland Werewolf Wedding (12 page)

“Cearnach,” his mother said, her brow furrowed, “a word with you.”

When he hesitated, fairly sure she would lecture him about getting involved with his
enemy’s kin, he couldn’t believe it when she said, “Please.”

It was the first time he’d ever heard his mother say the word, and he knew everyone
present was just as shocked.

“I’ll take Elaine down to the kitchen, and you can join her in a few minutes,” Shelley
quickly offered.

Cearnach didn’t care how nicely his mother asked,
if
she even asked him nicely, or if she tried to order him about. She wasn’t the one
to determine what would happen to Elaine.

Ian’s phone rang once again in his solar, and everyone looked at him as if he was
about to hear some earth-shattering news—a call to battle, a final ultimatum—from
one of the McKinleys or their cousins. He glanced at the caller ID and frowned. Looking
at Cearnach with a raised brow, he greeted the caller with a brief, “Calla.”

Cearnach couldn’t have been more astonished.

“Yeah, Cearnach is safe here. I’ll let you speak with him.” Ian held the phone out
to Cearnach.

Cearnach crossed the floor to Ian and took the phone. He breathed in deeply and said,
“Calla.”

“You’re all right?” she asked, and he heard a hint of tears in her voice.

He hated that Baird or his brothers had upset her. “Aye, I’m fine, Calla. You… heard
about my car.”

“Aye, the bastards. I’m so sorry.”

“You had nothing to do with it, lass.”

“Is… is the woman with you?”

“Aye, Elaine Hawthorn. Robert Kilpatrick’s distant cousin. They stole her rental car
and left us stranded.”

Silence.

“Calla?”

“Aye, I know. That’s why I called. After I left the church, I learned Baird and his
brothers and the Kilpatricks went after Elaine’s car. Except they didn’t know at the
time that she was the one who was to meet with Robert. I was worried when they were
concerned you and Elaine hadn’t made it to Argent Castle yet. They were furious you
came to the wedding, but even more so when I called it off.”

Cearnach didn’t say anything for a moment, too astonished. “But you got married.”

“We didn’t exchange our vows yet. I’d explained to Baird that I’d invited you, so
when Vardon hit Elaine and made you leave the church, I was furious. I’d told him
before the wedding that if he did anything to discourage your being there, I’d call
off the marriage. Despite my warning, he still had his brothers throw you out. He
said he had nothing to do with it, but he lied. I saw him give them a slight nod,
issuing the order to have them remove you. So as soon as you left, I walked out.”

Cearnach smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.”

“If I’d learned they’d destroyed your car beforehand, I would have made a public spectacle
of Baird. Is Elaine all right?” she asked, sounding genuinely concerned for the American.

“Aye. She’s here with me now.” Safe and secure, and he meant to keep her that way.

“Good. Keep her there, Cearnach. Let them continue to be concerned. Robert’s stored
her rental car in his garage so it’s protected for the time being. They’re still worried
that Elaine might not have made it safely to Argent Castle. Ian wouldn’t answer his
cell phone. So they’ve turned wolf to find your trails. I’m sure they’ll soon discover
you made it home and will be demanding Elaine’s release.”

“They can demand all they want. Are you going to be all right? About calling off the
mating?”

Calla gave a ladylike snort. “My family has been really quiet about the whole situation.
I think they’re secretly pleased I didn’t marry Baird but afraid to say so. What’s
Robert’s cousin like?”

Sexy as hell was what came to mind. Cearnach smiled at Elaine. “Travel weary, and
she’s hungry. I’m about to fix her something to eat.”

“I’d like to meet her before she returns home to America,” Calla said. “She’s really
pretty. I saw her poke at you and heard her say that if you were going to object to
the wedding, you should do so. I had to smile, although Baird was scowling up a storm.
I like her already. Keep her away from Robert. Make him pay for what they did. I think
Vardon feels bad about hitting her when he meant to hit you, but you know how they
are. No apologies to anyone. And, Cearnach?”

“Aye, lass?”

“Thanks. For telling me what I didn’t want to hear. I’ve got to go. Dad wants to talk
with me. He says to tell you hi. Take care.”

“You as well. ’Night, Calla.”

When the phone call ended, he took a deep settling breath, glad that Calla had not
married McKinley, but he knew it wouldn’t be over that easily. He was certain Baird
would attempt to convince her to marry him, if nothing more than to save face. Although
knowing him, he’d probably blame Cearnach. He handed the phone to Ian. “Calla called
off the wedding.”

Duncan gave a dark laugh. “No wonder they were angry with you, Cearnach. So she finally
listened to you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think she would have done so if I hadn’t been there and they
hadn’t reacted the way they had. They proved to Calla what I’d been talking about
all along.” Cearnach turned to Elaine. “Ready to eat?”

“I’m not all that hungry,” she demurely said.

She looked tired and ready to go to bed, which immediately made him think of sharing
his mattress with her and wishing she was thinking along the same lines. “Keep me
company then after I speak with my mother? I’m starving.” He took her arm and led
her into the hall, away from his family. He hoped he could whip up something that
would appeal to her.

His mother came out into the hall looking determined. He said to Elaine, “I’ll be
down in a moment.” In truth, he didn’t want to leave her for a second longer. Even
while he’d stood next to her in Ian’s solar, he’d wanted to do so much more.

Elaine seemed to know what he was thinking. She took his hand in hers and squeezed,
then reached up and kissed his lips briefly as if she was afraid to do much more in
front of his mother or Shelley.

Hell.
But when he saw the devilish smile in her eyes and on her lips, he knew her sweet,
innocent kiss was intended to entice him.
Vixen.

He pulled her hard against him, looked down into her dazzling dark brown eyes, and
kissed her for all it was worth. All the pent-up worry about her and the men that
had been shooting at them, and the anxiety about her being injured in the falls… all
of that came rushing back to him.

He didn’t stop at a sweet, chaste kiss but gave her what he was feeling—relief, desire,
and a craving for her so strong that he didn’t want to curb the emotions. When she
melted in his arms and kissed him back, pressing her soft body against his arousal,
he deepened the kiss.

Both their hearts were pounding as he leaned his forehead against hers, breathed in
deeply, smelling her own arousal, and gave her a small wicked smile. She cast just
as devilish of a smile back at him.

He kissed her again, then let her go, his body still hot and hard and wanting from
holding her. “I’ll be down in a moment,” he said, his voice rough with need.

She nodded.

Shelley was grinning as she took Elaine’s hand and led her toward the stairs. Cearnach
stood staring after them until they disappeared, not caring how his mother might react
to his impulsivity. But then he noticed that his brothers, his aunt, and Julia had
observed the whole thing, too. Fine. They could assume what they would.

Julia was wearing a small smile of approval. His aunt’s brows were raised, a hint
of disbelief in her expression. Guthrie shook his head as if he finally got the point
that he didn’t have a chance with the little gray wolf. Duncan’s brows were furrowed.
He probably figured Cearnach was going to start a war between clans if he took the
she-wolf as his mate. Ian closed his gaping mouth and glanced at their mother to see
her take on it.

“Coming?” his mother asked, her voice brittle.

He followed her to the library, where three walls were covered in books all the way
to the ceiling. A large floor-to-ceiling window was situated between two of the bookshelves,
providing a view of the garden during daylight. One whole section of a bookcase had
been dedicated to Julia’s werewolf romances as well as some of her favorite authors’
romance stories.

A book with a hot-bodied military man and a wolf on the cover lay on one of the tables,
apparently someone’s recent read. He could just imagine Julia insisting that Ian wear
a dog tag for her next book. He wouldn’t go for it, Cearnach was sure. No self-respecting
wolf would wear something called a
dog
tag.

After his mother was settled in an overstuffed reading chair, he closed the door.
He didn’t move any farther into the library, his whole posture stating that the audience
with his mother would be as brief as possible. He crossed his arms in a defensive
manner and studied her.

“In the old days you would have killed a wolf who hurt a woman like that. Are you
going to kill Vardon, Cearnach?” his mother asked, her tone serious.

In fact, if he hadn’t known her better, he would have thought she was giving him permission
to do just that. He certainly hadn’t expected her to ask such a question. He cast
his mother a wry smile. “Is that what this is all about?”

“Mate with her,” his mother said.

His jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He had half expected his mother to tell him not
to get interested in the woman and to get her out of their castle at the earliest
convenience. That she was a source of danger to their people.

But mating? He was stunned as hell that she would even suggest such a thing. He wanted
to ask if she’d been nipping the brandy with his aunt before he and Elaine arrived.

His mother shrugged. “She’s protective of you, a good quality in an alpha female.
She’s able to stand up to me. I like her.”

He ground his teeth, studying his mother’s set expression—the one she used when she
was determined to have her way. He knew she had to be interested in something beyond
just liking Elaine.

His mother was a crafty wolf, always thinking of what would benefit the clan, the
pack. She wasn’t impulsive in the least.

“What else, my lady mother? What are you thinking?”

“She knows where our stolen property is hidden. She’s a Hawthorn, niece to those rogue
wolves who were pirates. You will help her to locate the stolen goods and keep her
safe at the same time.”

Keeping her safe was what he had in mind. And more. But he didn’t like where this
was headed as far as the stolen property was concerned.

“The Kilpatricks, who obviously want it, won’t get a farthing, and we’ll keep all
of it,” his mother continued.

He frowned.

She quickly said, “Through a mating. We won’t take it away from her. We’ll keep it
in the family. It’s ours anyway. You know if they get hold of her, they’ll plan the
same thing—to get the stolen goods. Worse”—she cast him a concerned look—“one of
their
wolves will mate her.”

“Like hell they will. What about
her
feelings in the matter?”

His mother smiled slyly. “From what you’ve demonstrated, dear boy, you already know
what you’re doing in showing everyone in the clan you’ve claimed her. And she… you.
No need for you to ask me how it’s done. Of all my sons, I always thought you would
be mated first. It’s past time.”

It was true that he’d loved the lassies since he was a wee lad. Ian had been too busy
running Argent Castle and the pack once their father had died. Duncan had been much
more interested in quelling battles until Shelley walked into his life. Guthrie couldn’t
quit thinking about numbers and the pack’s finances. No female wolf in the near future
for him.

“She protected you, Cearnach. She stood up for you and risked her own safety. You
won’t often find that to be the case. Not when she didn’t know you all that well.
In the old days, a woman who could fight her husband’s battles when he had to leave
the castle was a real boon to a marriage. Many a castle was kept out of enemy hands
because of a wife’s canny wit and, more than that, a backbone and drive enough to
make it happen.”

“I’m not running the castle. Ian is.”

She waved her hand in dismissal. “Don’t be so obtuse, Cearnach. You want the girl.
Make it happen.” She gave him a wicked smile. “She said you were at fault for ruining
your tires.”

He raised his brows.

She nodded. “I have to agree with her. It was your fault. Now go cook something for
the lass and make it good. I know she said she wasn’t hungry, but have her eating
out of your hands.”

He shook his head. “A mating is for a lifetime.”

“Aye, you think I don’t know that? Everyone can see the way you feel about the woman.
I raised you, you know. I probably understand you better than you do yourself. You
want her. Don’t you dare deny it. She feels the same for you.”

He let out his breath. “I wanted to give time for us to get to know each other and
for her to feel like she was part of the family first.”

His mother scowled. “Don’t give her a chance to get to know the family. She’s mating
you, not us. We don’t want family issues to change her mind.”

He laughed. He suspected Elaine might enjoy their family and all its quirks and not
be put off by it. Unless his mother had ruined that chance.

His mother smiled. It was a calculating, evil kind of smile. He wasn’t sure what she
was up to, but he knew she was planning something. “Lust is only the beginning. You
don’t think your father lusted after me until he wore my father down into letting
him have me? Of course the feeling was mutual.”

If Cearnach had been human, he might not have wanted to hear the details. As a wolf,
he knew his father and mother had been very much in lust and in love. He was glad
she’d had so many good years with his father before he died. Though her relationship
with Ethan, Shelley’s uncle, wasn’t the same, he thought they were growing closer
every day. He’d even witnessed Ethan kissing his mother briefly in the gardens, and
she hadn’t even clouted him one. Just turned a rosy pink. Ethan had smiled in his
indomitable way.

“Did you treat Elaine as though you wanted her to become one of our pack?” Cearnach
asked, frowning.

“Och, Cearnach, you cannot be serious. She doesn’t need my coddling. She’s a fighter—a
good one at that. Agnes and I went at her with a two-pronged attack, and she still
came out on top.”

He groaned. “You want me to undo the damage? Do you think I’m a miracle worker?” He
let out his breath in annoyance.