Read Alpha Pack 4 - Hunters Heart Online
Authors: J.D. Tyler
“Because you’re my mate. If you don’t want me to see
my former fiancé, I won’t out of respect for your wishes.”
“But you’d be unhappy,” he said, shaking his head. “I’d
never do that to you, baby. My wolf might be possessive,
but the man isn’t that stupid or insecure. You both need
closure after all you’ve been through, so go see him.”
She smiled through her tears. “Thank you.”
“How is he?”
“Noah tells me he’s dealing. They haven’t said much
else since he wants to talk to me in person.”
“Then you shouldn’t wait.”
The bed shifted slightly as she leaned over him, and
pressed her lips to his. The soft, sweet kiss warmed his
toes. And, in spite of his battered body, one very happy
part of his anatomy.
She touched his cheek. “I love you, Ryon Hunter. More
than I ever dreamed possible. You’re a part of me and
always will be, no matter what.”
“I love you, baby. I can’t imagine my life now without
you.”
“Simple. Don’t.”
“I turned out to be more trouble than you bargained for,
and the challenge isn’t over yet. Are you sure about having
me around for keeps?”
“Gee, I don’t know.” She snorted, rolling her eyes.
“Now that I’ve been through ten kinds of hell, living in
terror that I’d lose you, I think I should give you the boot.
What do you think?”
“That I should quit while I’m ahead?”
“Good idea.”
He looked straight into her eyes. “You know, I have the
woman I love hovering and fussing, nursing me back to
health. Life is looking pretty terrific, except for one
detail.”
She frowned, little worry lines creasing her brow.
“What’s that?”
“I know we’re already mated, but there’s something
else that would make me happy.” He rushed on before his
nerve fled. “My angel, will you marry me?”
Well, hell. Making her cry seemed to be all he was
capable of doing. Her eyes rounded and filled, like two
big brown marbles. He held his breath, heart hammering.
The discomfort from his healing body he could take, as
long as Daria was his.
“Yes.” She laughed. Then she threw herself against his
chest, hugged him tightly. “Yes,
yes
!”
His arms went around her, happiness flooding him. She
took his face in her hands and covered him in kisses. His
shout of joy came out as a pitiful wheeze, but he barely
noticed. Daria was
his
!
“When?” Excitement laced her voice.
“Even if we have to marry in this hospital room, I
couldn’t care less.”
“It’s a date. But
after
you’re out of bed and walking
under your own power. Your team will want to be there,
too.”
“You’re right. It’s a plan.”
With that, he pulled her down and kissed her,
thoroughly. He tasted the salt of their mingled tears and
knew life didn’t get any better.
With this woman at his side, he could endure the weeks
of recovery ahead. Then they would lay the past to rest
and begin to build their future.
Together.
• • •
Daria walked toward Ben’s hospital room, unable to
squelch a tiny bit of dread.
True to what she’d told Ryon, she hadn’t come by
before now despite a couple of inquiries from the man that
had reached her through Mac and Noah. She knew how
frightened he must be, how anxious. That he was ready to
talk, however, had to be a good sign for his recovery.
Ahead, Phoenix emerged from an exam room. The tall,
lithe man with long, dark blond hair moved like a
supermodel, graceful and sexy. Looking at him, smiling at
Mac as he took his leave, it was hard to believe the man
had been rescued from one of Bowman’s hellholes just a
few weeks ago.
He gave her a blinding smile. “Daria. It’s good to see
you looking recovered from your ordeal.”
“Thanks. You’re looking pretty good yourself.” She was
mated, but
damn
.
“I saw Ryon earlier. I’ve never seen him so happy.”
“We both are. You coming to the wedding?”
“Wedding? Congratulations!” Laughing, he gave her a
hug. “Wouldn’t miss it. When’s the big day?”
“As soon as my mate is on his feet. We’ll have it here, I
think.”
“Then I have no excuse.” Peering past her, his gaze took
on a predatory quality. Then he returned his attention to
Daria. “Well, I have to go. Talk soon?”
“You bet.”
After giving her a kiss on the cheek, he strolled past.
Curious about his behavior, she turned to see that Noah
had just rounded the corner. He was carrying a stack of
file folders, head down, and was totally not watching
where he was going.
Which was why he had no idea that Phoenix smacked
into him on purpose, then pretended it was an accident.
“Shit, I’m sorry!” he exclaimed. “Here, let me help
you.”
“Damn,” Noah grouched. “I just spent the last three
hours on these.” Squatting, the cute nurse joined the other
man and started to gather the files. Then he looked up to
find himself the recipient of the blinding smile that had
been bestowed on Daria moments before.
Only this smile was completely different—the heat
could’ve melted the paint off the walls.
Noah blushed, visibly flustered. “I—I . . . thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” With a wink, Phoenix resumed
assisting him.
Poor Noah looked as though he’d been hit in the head
with a tire iron.
Well, now, wasn’t
that
interesting? Chuckling, Daria
pushed into Ben’s room. Her amusement faded as she saw
her former lover staring listlessly at the television
mounted on the wall.
“Ben?”
His head whipped toward her, and he sat up a bit.
“Daria! Please, come in.”
Moving to his bedside, she sat in the chair and put a
hand on his forearm. “You’re looking well.”
“Thank you.” There was a sadness in his green eyes
she’d never seen in the normally confident attorney. A
vulnerability. “I’m glad you agreed to see me.”
“Why wouldn’t I have? We parted amicably, and I
consider you a friend.”
“Really? After all I’ve done since then?” he said,
choking up.
Shaking her head, she used a no-nonsense tone. “The
creature did those things, not you. The man was not in
control. Do you even remember the things
he
did while in
that form?”
“No, nothing except flashes of looking through his eyes,
feeling the rage and confusion. Maybe I blocked out the
rest. But I—he—killed people,” he whispered. “I knew
the beast had done something bad because I was covered
in blood. I had an awful feeling.”
“That wasn’t you,” she reiterated.
He was silent a moment. “I never knew it was your
uncle behind my kidnapping, until it was all over and I
ended up here. I defended him in a criminal case once, and
that was the thanks I got. Nick told me the man apparently
waited until our breakup and then had me taken to
Bowman. I had caught their eye as a perfect test subject.”
“And they weren’t concerned that you’re a prominent
attorney with colleagues and a client base who would
miss you?”
“I guess not. They were that arrogant.”
“Or that stupid.”
His lips curved. “It’s really good to see you. Are you
happy?”
“I am.” He was still fragile and she didn’t want to hurt
him in any way, or rub in her bliss. But she told the truth.
“He’s my other half. We mated, and we’re going to get
married as soon as he’s up and around. Living here will
be perfect, too. That way I can continue my study of the
wolves—the real ones.”
“That’s wonderful.” His voice rang with sincerity.
“Would you be interested in attending? I’d love to have
you if—”
“Thank you, but no,” he said quietly. “It’s best that I go
home, get my life in order. But I do wish you all the best,
and I’ll be thinking of you.”
“All right, I understand. And thank you.”
“I can’t thank you, Ryon, and the Pack enough for
risking so much to save me. I’m forever in your debt. If
any of you ever need a good criminal attorney, I’m a phone
call away.”
She laughed. “I’ll be sure they know. And you’re
welcome. Like I said, you’re my friend and there’s no way
I was going to leave you to your fate.”
“You’re a rare woman, Daria. I was a fool to let you
go.”
“Yes, you were.”
They both laughed at that, knowing the real story. The
decision to part was mutual, their lives too different, going
in different directions. They would remain friends.
Whether she’d ever see him again, she didn’t know. But
she hoped so. Some people, like Ben, were worth holding
on to.
And no one more than her amazing mate, whom she
loved to distraction. He was worth any risk.
Here, with Ryon, she’d found her home at last.
Sixteen
Ryon stood at the altar, which was really a simple white
archway decorated with all sorts of flowers he couldn’t
name. He didn’t care—he had eyes for only one beautiful
flower in the entire vicinity.
Daria walked up the aisle, escorted by her father,
Charles. They were both smiling, but it was her brilliantly
happy one that caught his breath. Her face was radiant.
Raven hair was piled on top of her head, spilling down on
the sides of her face. Brown eyes devoured him, shining
with love and promise.
As they reached him, Ryon was a little nervous about
taking her from the older man, but the transfer took place
without a hitch. Ryon liked Charles and hadn’t really been
worried since the feeling was mutual, but still. The man
was “giving away” his daughter. But Charles seemed
thrilled for his baby girl, and as long as she was smiling,
Dad would, too.
The ceremony passed quickly, in part because they’d
shortened it to the essentials. It was meaningful and not
rushed, they just chose not to let it go on and on because
Ryon was still healing. By the time it was over he was
leaning on the handle of his cane a bit. A small ache,
nothing he couldn’t bear. He was anxious to make nice
with their friends.
And then get on with claiming his new bride. His wolf
growled in agreement.
Soon he was kissing the bride, and didn’t release her
until the audience starting hooting and catcalling, making a
good-natured fuss.
“Come on, man,” Aric shouted. “There’s beer waiting!”
Everyone laughed. Ryon reluctantly stepped back from
his mate. The local preacher, a friend of Sheriff
Deveraux’s, announced them as husband and wife. They
turned to face the crowd, and everyone cheered.
Through all the usual wedding stuff, Ryon endured his
friends’ backslaps and raw jokes about the wedding night.
They took loads of pictures, ate lots of food.
Zan walked over, holding a beer. The man had gotten
back from his vacation to learn he’d missed a major op,
and hadn’t been thrilled. But he was still learning to
compensate for the loss of his hearing. He could read lips
pretty well, and his speech was okay, if a little odd. The
biggest issue was how he’d do once placed back in the
field. They just didn’t know yet.
The Healer stopped and hugged Ryon. “Congrats!”
Ryon made sure his old friend could see his mouth.
“Thanks. Having fun?”
“You bet.” He waved his bottle at their resident Fae
prince. “Good thing Blue can glamour his appearance, or
that might give the preacher a shock.”
“It would be entertaining, for sure.”
“Yeah. But the last thing we need is more publicity.
People might find out what we really do here.”
That’s what they were all secretly afraid of. If the
world knew that paranormal creatures existed—not to
mention that the government had allegedly experimented
on humans and shifters—the fallout would be huge.
His friend grimaced. “Sorry. This is your party, so no
heavy stuff. Right?”
“Right.”
“I’m gonna go get another beer. Congrats again, man.”
“Thanks.”
Just as Zan ambled off, Ryon caught sight of Micah
standing alone at the corner of the building. He was sure
he glimpsed a prescription bottle in the man’s hand as he
tucked it into his coat pocket. Then the younger man
definitely popped something into his mouth and washed it
down with his wine.
“I’m worried about him, too,” Daria whispered into his
ear.
He kept his voice low. “He’s addicted, isn’t he?”
“I’m not sure, but I hope not. He’s taking a lot of pills.”
Ryon’s heart sank. His mate, however, was having none
of it.
“Hey.” She stood in front of him. “This is our day.
Tomorrow, we’ll see about our friends. We’ll go to Nick
if you want.”
“Okay. He might not know, and he’ll be able to help us
watch Micah. We should tell Rowan and Aric as well. His
sister wouldn’t appreciate being kept out of the loop.”
“I agree.” Slipping her fingers into the vee of his dress