A Highland Werewolf Wedding (18 page)

He jerked off his towel and headed for the bathroom to shave. He was one satisfied
wolf. He reminded himself that Elaine had been alone for years. That meant he had
to do everything in his power to make her feel at home with his pack, family to his
kin, and satisfied that she’d chosen him for her mate above all others.

Still, a vague worry continued to plague him concerning Flynn. Why had his cousin
felt that the need for Cearnach to mate with Elaine was so pressing that he would
harass her like he had?

Cearnach was certain Flynn knew something was wrong, and it all had to do with Elaine
and keeping her safe.

Cearnach had a devil of a time leaving his bathroom and dressing in his bedchamber,
while Elaine watched him as if she was starving for more loving, a saucy smile in
her expression. His gaze had to have been just as interested as she pulled the soft,
pale blue sweater she was wearing down over her bare breasts. He was thinking of pushing
it back up and tasting the treats poking at the fabric even now.

“Hurry up, Cearnach.” She smiled at him in the most devilish way. “If you dress any
slower, you’re going to forget that we were headed for the kitchen to grab a bite
to eat.”

A
bite
to
eat.
He wanted more of her. One little taste would start a craving in him that couldn’t
be satisfied.

“Remember, I didn’t have any supper because I was too tired to eat the delightful
stew Heather and Shelley made for us last night.”

He sighed and took her hand. “Let’s go before I forget I have chores to do today and
decide to take the afternoon off to spend with my mate. You do realize we have to
get married now.”

She frowned a little, not as though she was concerned, but more pondering the notion
as if she hadn’t considered it. He kissed her cheek. “Remember when I told you at
Calla’s wedding that nobility have to get married to carry the title to the next generation.”

Then she smiled at him, more amused than anything. “Is
that
a proposal?”

He chuckled. “I guess I could have worded that a little differently.”

“You think?” she teased, and he loved her for it.

Before he could get on bended knee and try again, she added, “I want something
really
simple.”

He would give her anything in his power that he could. But, because of the size of
their pack and his mother and aunt’s involvement, a modest wedding wasn’t going to
happen.

He was about to say so when someone knocked on the door.

He growled as he released her hand and stalked to the door, trying to get his annoyance
under control and expecting that his mother wished a word with him.

When he opened the door, he saw Duncan and Guthrie standing there, not at all who
he had expected. Both were smirking at him. His brothers had to have a death wish
if they thought to disturb him when he was with Elaine in his bedchamber. Something
had to be amiss.

Duncan folded his arms and leaned against the door frame. “We’ve got company. Baird
McKinley, his brothers, and Robert Kilpatrick and his brother are at the gate. They
want to speak with Elaine.”

Cearnach snorted. “Tell them I’m planning on pressing charges.”

Guthrie laughed. “They said they’d contact the police and say you kidnapped Elaine.
That she’s being held here against her will.”

They all knew no one would be contacting any police over the matter.

His brothers shifted their gazes to a point behind him. Cearnach turned.

Brows furrowed, Elaine strode toward them, looking like she’d take his brothers on
in an instant. Both Guthrie and Duncan were fighting a smile. Not in a condescending
way, but with respect for her alpha-ness.

“When
they
stole my car?” she growled, standing next to Cearnach. “They would have a hard time
convincing a cop that Cearnach is in the wrong when they left me no choice but to
go with him. Plus, there’s the little matter of their having destroyed Cearnach’s
minivan.” She said to Cearnach, “I’ll go with you.”

Cearnach frowned down at her. He’d rather she stayed far away from her kin, as he
was still worried she might be talked into leaving with them if only to clear things
up between them, maybe learn about the stolen goods, and reclaim her car and personal
effects along with Cearnach’s.

“I’ll speak with them. I’d rather you stayed safely here,” Cearnach said.

Instead of disagreeing with him and insisting she accompany him, she slipped her hand
around his and gave his fingers a squeeze that said, “We’re in this together.”

Bloody hell. No words could have undone his steadfast resolve faster than her touching
him in such a loving way.

His brothers’ eyes widened. Not because of what she had done, but because of Cearnach’s
hesitation. If he’d been his indomitable self, he would have stated emphatically that
she would remain behind. His hesitation said volumes to anyone who might be watching.
That the she-wolf knew just how to play him. And that he would go along.

She added, “I’ll insert my two cents worth if they give you a bunch of lip.”

He’d never understand the strange phrases Americans were fond of saying.

He shook his head but tightened his hand on hers, confirming they were unified in
this.

“We’re accompanying you also,” Duncan said. “The portcullis is down so they won’t
be coming in. We’ve got men posted around the wall walk, watching them.”

“Are you certain you want to go with us, Elaine?” Cearnach asked one last time, knowing
what she would say even before she squeezed his hand marginally.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry to have dragged you into this, lass.”

She let out her breath. “I’m not used to pack politics.”

“A loner?” Cearnach asked as they followed his brothers through the hallway, down
the stairs, and through the great hall until they were outside the keep and striding
across the inner bailey.

He knew Duncan and Guthrie were listening to their conversation, as quiet as they
were. They normally ate up the stone pavers with their lanky strides. Both were walking
slower to maintain Elaine’s pace and sticking closer to them.

“Yes, by choice. I’m not a follower,” she said.

“Oh.” He realized then that if she’d had no remaining family in the States and she
hadn’t mated with a wolf with a pack that she’d stayed with, she had indeed been a
loner.

She gave him a small smile and pulled his arm around her waist as if declaring she
was fine with joining his pack. “The cobblestones are slippery.”

They were, he had to admit. He knew her cuddling against him meant much more than
that, though. She was declaring that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her—again.

His brothers cast them a look over their shoulders as if to see what she had done
to make the comment about the slick stones, both slightly raising their brows in unison
when they saw them wrapped up together.

“Path’s slippery,” Cearnach said to his brothers, grinning and giving Elaine a squeeze.

***

Cearnach saw Robert Kilpatrick first, scowling, his face as red as his hair as he
watched him, Duncan, Guthrie, and two of their cousins walk Elaine to the outer gate,
the iron portcullis firmly in place. More of the MacNeill clan stood atop the wall
walk armed with bows and arrows as they observed the talks. Four of Cearnach’s clansmen
had shifted into wolves.

Robert’s carrot-topped brother, Edmond, and Baird McKinley stood beside him. Baird’s
four brothers were milling about some distance from the gate near their two vehicles
as if to show they were the backup muscle but giving enough space to indicate they
had come in relative peace. From their dour expressions, all of them looked ready
to do battle.

Cearnach glanced at Elaine, whose head was held high, lips thinned, eyes narrow. Her
whole tension-filled posture said she was angry and she wasn’t about to take crap
from any of them.

As soon as they reached the portcullis, Robert opened his mouth to speak as Baird
speared Cearnach with a glacial stare.

Everyone’s attention shifted abruptly to Elaine when, to Cearnach’s surprise, she
spoke first. “I’m Elaine Hawthorn, daughter of Hans Hawthorn, the third; son of Hans
Hawthorn, the second; son of Hans Hawthorn, the first. You are?” she directed at Robert.

“Robert Kilpatrick, my brother, Edmond, and our cousin Baird McKinley. I missed meeting
with you earlier at Senton Castle,
cousin
.” He sounded as though he was trying to emphasize the point that she was on the wrong
side of the gate, that she belonged with them and
not
standing with the MacNeills.

“We did meet already, Robert. At the church. Remember? There was a little matter of
you stealing my rental car and personal items.”

“Send her out here now,” Baird growled at Cearnach.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Elaine said to Baird.

Baird looked at her. “I’m talking about Calla.”

Calla had gone into hiding? Cearnach had thought she was at her father’s home.

“Calla’s not here,” Cearnach said. “If she were, I wouldn’t send her to you unless
she wished it.”

Robert cleared his throat and motioned to one of the vehicles they had come in. “We’ll
take you to the bed and breakfast now, Elaine. I’m sorry for the… mistakes made yesterday.
Had I known that you were the bonny lass sitting beside me at the church—”

Looking beautifully obstinate, Elaine folded her arms. “I want my car and all my belongings…”
She looked up at Cearnach as if she needed his permission first, even though this
was her home now and she didn’t need it.

He nodded, giving her a small smile, which he knew would irk her kinsmen.

She took a deep breath and continued. “I want them brought here.”

“You can’t stay here,” Robert said as if she was considering sleeping in a dungeon
and as if he could dictate to her. Then he got more to the point. “We have a private
matter to discuss.”

“She’s not going anywhere with you,” Cearnach said, wanting to make that perfectly
clear.

Elaine didn’t take her eyes off Robert, watching for every reaction like a wolf would.
Like an alpha wolf. “You owe Cearnach a replacement minivan and whatever else he lost
in his vehicle, including his clothes and sword.”

“They’re not our friends.” Robert gave Cearnach and his men a cold glare, then turned
his attention back to Elaine. “You don’t know the history between us.”

“That may be so, but your history has nothing to do with me. And you know what? Cearnach
protected me from hunters when my own kin left me in an untenable situation. More
than untenable. Potentially deadly.”

They had to have known what might happen when they stranded them without vehicles
or clothes, and Cearnach and Elaine had no choice but to run in their wolf coats across
territory not their own. Cearnach assumed they had figured she was a new girlfriend
of his and it didn’t matter what had become of her… or him. He was more than irked
that they valued her life so little.

“We didn’t know who you were,” Baird growled. “You don’t side with our enemy if you
know what’s good for you.”

“Are you threatening me?” Her tone of voice had darkened, she-wolf in battle mode.
“You didn’t believe I was related to Cearnach, did you?”

Robert shook his head.

“So then why would you have stolen my car?”

One of Baird’s older brothers spoke up. “We thought you were Cearnach’s new girlfriend.
His bringing you to the wedding was an insult and upset Calla.”

“I see. Instead, I was part of your extended family and had every right to be at the
wedding. Did my being at the church truly upset Calla?”

Baird huffed out an annoyed breath, folded his arms, tilted his head up in an arrogant
way, and didn’t speak.

Elaine straightened and clarified her situation. “Cearnach had a little accident.
I gave him a lift to the church. I didn’t know him before this. Then again, I didn’t
know who you all were, either.”

“Okay, so we start over. You come with us, and you can have your car and belongings
back,” Baird said, his voice dark with annoyance.

Cearnach didn’t trust Baird. The man had to recognize that Cearnach felt protective
of Elaine, and he suspected Baird would use that vulnerability to get back at him
for Calla standing him up at the wedding if he could.

“Where’s that brother of yours, Baird? Vardon? I demand an apology from him,” Elaine
said.

He was standing beside the second car, looking angry, his hands fisted at his sides.
Cearnach imagined that Vardon wanted to punch her again, except not by accident this
time. He’d kill him before the wolf ever got close to her again.

Baird glanced at Kilpatrick and the irritated looks they shared said that no way in
hell was Vardon going to apologize.

“You got in the way,” Robert said. “He didn’t mean to punch you. He was aiming for
Cearnach.”

Cearnach growled under his breath. Vardon was a bastard for not apologizing to the
lass, and her cousin Robert just as much of one for defending Vardon’s brutal behavior.
Cearnach opened his mouth to tell him so, but Elaine was running the show.

“That doesn’t excuse what happened. Accident or no accident, he missed Cearnach and
struck me. I’ll have an apology. He doesn’t have to get down on bended knee, unless
of course he wants to, but a sincere, heartfelt ‘I’m sorry’ will go a long way,” she
said, her voice cold with fury.

Robert and Baird’s faces couldn’t have hardened any further. Cearnach and his kin
were grinning. Cearnach heard a few snickers from his own people. He could just imagine
everyone envisioning Vardon on his knees in front of Elaine, pleading with her to
accept his apology.

No one said anything for a moment.

“You can’t stay here,” Robert reiterated. “It’s an insult to our name. Beyond that,
they’ll tell you that the stolen goods came from their ships and that you have no
right to keep the goods.”

So the matter was no longer private? Good.

“If they had belonged to the MacNeill clan?” Elaine asked.

Robert scowled. “Don’t tell me the scoundrel has already set you against your own
kin. You can’t mean to give him the goods.”

Rapid feminine footfalls echoed on the stone pavers behind Elaine and Cearnach and
the others with them. They turned to see his mother and aunt approaching. Cearnach
frowned at them, not wishing their interference. What now?

“Robert Kilpatrick.” Cearnach’s mother’s voice was sharp. She sounded like she was
scolding a small child as she stood on the other side of Elaine, close, protective
like a mother wolf. “I thought your mother raised you better.”