Sealed With a Curse (WG 1) (28 page)

I froze upon seeing the blond she-wolf on my porch as Danny drove off. She ambled down the steps, her pompousness lost despite the perfect hair and the black designer suit she wore.

She crossed her arms. “Are you and Aric together?”

I fell into a crouch, ready to pounce if she attacked. I
didn’t know what Aric and I were. But I wasn’t about to tell her that. “You need to take that up with him.”

She played with the edges of her angled bob. “I prefer to take it up with you. Especially since he refuses to see me.”

I narrowed my eyes. “That’s not my problem. Get off my property and stop trying to drag me into your drama.”

“I’m pregnant. It’s his.”

Her words hit me like darts shot out of a cannon. My heart screamed. “You’re lying.”

She tightened her hold around herself protectively. “Am I?” I watched her as she circled me. “Our pack hates you, Celia. They don’t want you tainting Aric’s sacred bloodline.” She scoffed, meeting my gaze full force as tears trickled down her cheeks. “But I don’t care about that. What I do care about is the child we conceived together.” She clasped her hands over her mouth and jerked away. “I beg you. Please don’t come between us and our baby.”

C
HAPTER 26

Dawn remained an hour away. I lay in my bed, reviewing the texts Aric had left on my phone over the past week.

Sorry. I’ve been busy. I’ll call you soon.

Still hunting. Will call soon. Miss you.

Yeah. Right.

When he finally did call he left several messages.

“Hi, Celia. I’m sorry it’s taken so long. My responsibilities as a pureblood are more extensive than the average
were
’s. Call me. I’d like to see you.”

Extensive responsibilities?
Wait till the baby comes.

“Celia. It’s Aric. Call me. I want to talk.”

His final message was the kicker. “I haven’t heard from you. If you’re mad, call me and we’ll talk things through.”

I rolled over, exhausted from lack of sleep, but unable to relax knowing wolves lay in my sisters’ beds. Not that I believed they’d hurt them, but more out of longing to have my own wolf in my arms. Despite my feeling a hotter-than-hell connection to Aric, my wish to get to know him had been pulverized to dust. The she-wolf’s
pregnancy disclosure rocked my world and ruined my chances with Aric. My temper ran deep and fierce, yet my morals stayed tried and true. I didn’t interfere with relationships, and I sure as hell wouldn’t come between a male and his child.

I flipped onto my side, hugging my pillow tight to suppress the guilt gnawing at my chest. I had punched the she-wolf in the stomach at the fight at Misha’s.
Were
or not, I could have killed her baby. The moment she’d left, I erased Aric’s number from my phone and made my sisters promise to stop mentioning him. They didn’t understand until I shared the couple’s happy news. And, God, they fell so silent, I knew I wouldn’t have to insist any further.

Around six, I gave up on snoozing and dressed in my running clothes, hoping a few miles after breakfast would ease my frustrations. I headed into the kitchen and turned on the lights over the stovetop. Soft illumination from the drop-down ceiling lamps shone against the polished black-and-tan granite counter and our dark-stained cabinets. The previous owners had wrecked the place. In a way, it was good thing. We were able to buy it for a steal—well, for Tahoe prices, anyway. But it took a lot of TLC to bring the thirty-eight-hundred-square-foot house back to its original splendor.

I’d just placed the waffle iron on our center island and reached for a spoon when the softest of steps trotted down the front stairwell. I stuck my head around the corner. Koda was leaving in a rush, his behemoth shit-kickers in his hand. He reached for the doorknob, not realizing I stood mere feet away.

I growled. “Are you sneaking out on my sister?”

Koda froze. “Ah, no. I just have somewhere to be.”

I crossed my arms, still holding the damn spoon in my hand. “At six o’clock in the morning? On a Saturday. You
asshole
.”

Koda’s dark brows knitted tight. “Don’t yell. I don’t want to upset her.”

I marched across our dark wood floors and poked him in the shoulder with my spoon. “I think she would be more upset knowing you used her!”

The pungent scent of Koda’s fury practically burned off my nose hairs.
“I haven’t used her!”

I waved my arm out dramatically. “Then what do you call this?”

Koda bowed his head. “I only have one-night stands with females.”

I nodded. “I see.”

Then I broke his nose.

Koda staggered back covering his nose, the whites of his eyes blazing with shock and anger. “Wha da heln?” he said as his bones slowly crunched back into place. “Dat’s not wha I mean.”

“Really. ’Cause that’s what you just said.”

Koda squeezed his eyes shut and let out a breath. His sinuses must have been on fire. Poor man-whore bastard.

“It’s not by choice, Celia. Women want very little to do with me after we…are intimate.” His head dropped again. “I’m told I’m too…intense.”

I swallowed back bile. “Did you
hurt
her?”

Koda’s head snapped up. The scary beast I’d first met rushed back with a vengeance. My beast fought against my hold, sensing my fear and desperate to protect me. Still, I refused to show it and hissed low and deep.

Koda straightened, his voice a soft rumble in the dimly lit foyer. “I would
never
hurt her!” He trembled. “And God help anything that does.”

If the world were ending, and the only thing that could save it was my ability to sniff out lies, we were all screwed and might as well dig our graves. But despite my lack of sniffing talent, I believed him. Something was up. Koda obviously adored Shayna. Hell, he practically wagged his tail every time Shayna skipped into a room. And God knew he’d stepped up to protect her.

“If you leave like this, I promise you
will
hurt her.” I picked up my spoon off the floor, hoping to stall his departure if nothing else. “Come on. I’ll make you some breakfast.”

I returned to the kitchen. Koda paused momentarily before following, dropping his canoe-size shoes on the floor near the door. I handed him a wet towel to wipe the blood off his face before grabbing eggs and sausage out of the refrigerator. But it wasn’t until I poured the batter into the waffle maker that either of us spoke.

“I’ve had a lot of sex, Celia.”

I cringed and set a plate in front of him. “I know. I’m just down the hall.”

Koda chuckled. “I mean in general. But…that’s about all I’ve had.”

I filled his plate with eggs, sausage, and a waffle, but waited before handing him the syrup and sitting across from him. Everything told me it was wrong to discuss Shayna’s private life in her absence, but part of me felt Koda should know more about my little sister. “Shayna dates fairly frequently.”

Koda stopped eating.

“A lot of men find her attractive.”

Koda bent the fork with his teeth.

I held up my hand. “But she doesn’t usually engage in deep levels of physical intimacy—like she did with you.” I sighed. “If you care about her—”

“There is no ‘if.’ I do care about her.” Koda’s brow softened at his words.

I shook my head. “Then don’t presume she’s another one of your trampy one-nighters.”

Koda swallowed with great effort. He probably ingested a few prongs. I glanced at his fork. Yup. He did. “What if you’re wrong? What if—”

Shayna’s footsteps silenced him instantly. By the way her soles scraped against the thick white carpet, I knew she hadn’t bothered with shoes or socks. She walked down the back stairs with her arms circled around her body, seemingly heartbroken. It wasn’t until she caught sight of Koda that the usual skip to her step returned. Her ponytail flicked behind her as she wrapped her pencil-thin arms around Koda’s gigantic shoulders.

She kissed his cheek. “I was worried you’d left, puppy.”

A deep shade of red erupted from Koda’s neck to his face. But I didn’t think it was because she’d called him “puppy.” I gave him my best “I told you so” expression, but decided to spare the big guy from further humiliation. After all, I did belt him in the schnoz.

I pointed to his plate. “Koda was hungry.”

Shayna swept a section of his long black mane over his shoulder. “Why didn’t you wake me? I would have made you something.”

I could almost see Koda’s inner wolf panting back excitedly. He pulled her onto his lap and cupped her face. “I didn’t want to bother you, baby.”

I left the table to pile food on my plate the moment their lips met…and nearly jumped out of my skin when Liam appeared. Naked.

“Can I have some sausage?”

I shoved my plate in his hands. “Here. Take mine.” I turned my back on him and concentrated hard on mixing more batter.

“Why is your face all red, Celia? You hot or something?”

“
Liam
,” Koda growled. “Go put on some clothes.”

Liam spoke between chews. “Why? It’s warm in here.”

“Because the girls weren’t raised among beings that are frequently naked.”

Understanding spread across Liam’s boyish features. He shook his head. “Celia, you have to get over your modesty. The body is a gift. Here, take off your clothes so you can see how freeing—”

I threw my spatula in the sink. “Go upstairs, Liam. And don’t come back down until you put on some damn pants!”

Liam frowned. “But what about Emme? She’s probably hungry, too. We’ve been making love all night and—”

I threw more food on a plate and pointed up the stairs.

Liam kissed the top of my head. “Thanks, Celia. You’re a good egg.” He stopped at the base of the stairs. “Still, do yourself a favor and take off your clothes sometime. It’s quite refreshing.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I’ll take your word for it, Liam.”

Shayna buried her face in Koda’s chest, laughing. When she finally calmed down I placed a plate in front of her. She and Koda ate together, feeding each other from time to time. Koda had seconds, then thirds in the
time it took Shayna to finish her first meal. He frowned at her. “Aren’t you going to eat more, baby?”

She grinned. “I don’t have Celia’s metabolism. Trust me, this is more than enough.” That’s when she noticed I didn’t have a plate in front of me. “You’re not eating, dude?”

I sipped on my tea. “I’m not really hungry.” It wasn’t a lie. Preparing the food had been more therapeutic than a desire to eat.

“But you made all this food.”

“I’ll have something after my run.”

They rose together and started to pick up their plates. I took the dishes out of their hands. “I got it.”

Shayna watched me. She knew I was upset and probably needed the distraction. “Okay, Celia. If that’s what you want.”

Koda leaned into her, placing his arm around her and pulling her close. I nibbled on my bottom lip. “Yeah. It’s what I want.”

Shayna wrapped her arms around Koda’s waist and grinned. “Do you want to go back upstairs?”

Koda kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be right behind you.” He watched her walk up the back stairs until she disappeared. “I’m not good at saying thank-you, Celia, but…thank you.”

I smiled weakly. “You’re welcome.” I stopped him when he headed toward the steps. “Koda…just be good to her. Okay?”

Koda nodded, his tumultuous dark eyes probably seeing a lot more of my sadness than I wished. “I owe you. Big-time.”

I gathered the dishes quickly. Another few moments passed before I heard his large feet amble up the stairs.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later just as the shower went on in Emme and Shayna’s bathroom. I tossed the dish cloth I was using to wipe down the table into the sink. It was only seven in the morning. I hurried to the door before the bell woke Taran, and just about died when those brown eyes I adored blinked back at me through the glass pane. My hands shook as I unlocked the bolt and turned the knob, sadness dissolving my resentment. God, it hurt to see him, knowing he couldn’t be mine.

Aric’s grin faded when he caught my expression. “Hey, Celia,” he said quietly.

“Hi.” I sighed. “What are you doing here, Aric?”

Aric leaned back on his heels, crossing his arms over his thick gray sweatshirt. “Koda called. He said you needed a running partner.”

C
HAPTER 27

“I’m sorry, but you’re mistaken. I’m not going for a run.”

His eyes skimmed down my tight white T-shirt, sweatpants, and running shoes. “Did you just come back from a run?”

“No.”

He rested his back against the doorjamb. “You’re not going for a run or you’re not running with me?”

My averted gaze answered for me.

Aric pushed his hand through his hair. “Celia, what the hell is going on? You refuse to talk to me and now you’ve blocked my calls.”

Knowing my actions hurt him bothered me more than it should. I was doing the right thing, damn it. It shouldn’t have been so hard. “I can’t have anything to do with you.”

Aric leaned toward me, his jaw tightening. “Why?”

Was he kidding? “You know why.”

Aric frowned until understanding brightened his irises. “I see. I just didn’t realize it would matter to you.”

If he had slapped me then, it wouldn’t have offended
me as much as his words. What did he take me for? The very slut Mrs. Mancuso believed me to be? “Well. It does. Forgive me for having morals.”

The expression on Aric’s face reminded me of those talk show guests who just found out their wives had been sleeping with their fathers. So not right. How was I the bad guy?

Aric’s voice cut through me. “If I can ignore this whole damn thing, why can’t you?”

Aric gawked at my slack jaw as if a leprechaun danced a jig across my tongue. “Oh, my God. How can you be so callous? This is a child we’re talking about.”

“A
what
?”

Emme’s screams halted my “get the hell off my porch” tirade. I bolted up the steps and crashed through her door, racing into the bathroom separating her room and Shayna’s. Liam’s blood ran in a red river along the green marble tile. Deep claw marks cut into his arms and back, revealing the shiny white of his bones. He stood in the corner, far from the window, protecting Emme’s naked body with his own and snarling over his shoulder.