Betrayed (Wolf Gatherings Book 6) Read Online Free PDF

she was safe, healing…and his.
    Now that you know, what are you going to do with that information, big guy?
    “Kinda protective, isn’t he?”
    “Yeah.” She looked directly at Marcus while she spoke.
    Drake handed Heather a glass of water. He turned toward Marcus. “Hey, if you want to get the next glass, be my guest.” And he turned and strolled from the room.
    Marcus panted. He did want to get the next glass. He wouldn’t, but he wanted to. There were a lot of things he wanted, but life didn’t always throw the best curve balls. Claiming a mate at this juncture was beyond selfish. Marcus had nothing to offer this woman except a pile of horrific information concerning his own flesh and blood. She would freak out if she knew half of the shit he’d been a party to.
    “So, how long are we going to hang out like this?” She set her glass down and crossed her arms. The blankets were tucked tightly against her chest. He wished she’d let them fall.
    He sat back down with a sigh, jerking his attention back to his mate. He couldn’t have answered her if he wanted to. Right now he wanted to stare at her and make sure she was safe. He hadn’t thought past that yet.
    She’s safe. You can see that. Why are you still here?
    Heather scooted back down and held his gaze for a long time. Finally her eyes fluttered shut, and she slept again.
    Marcus inched forward slowly. He wanted to be as close to her as possible. There was plenty of space alongside her, and she couldn’t protest while asleep… He also couldn’t bring himself to leave her yet…
    Someone was petting him… It felt so good, like his mother used to do when he was a small child. Slowly he opened his eyes, suddenly aware he’d fallen asleep. It had been a dream.
    Only it wasn’t a dream. It was Heather. He stared into her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted in a sweet position, indicating she was deep asleep. But her hand was on top of him, hugging him to her.
    And he’d never been as happy as that moment. In sleep she craved his proximity. She’d pulled him closer, or perhaps she’d scooted toward him.
    The room was bright. Midday. Marcus needed water. He eyed the pitcher on the bedside table with envy.
    Heather stirred. A soft moan escaped her lips, and then she dug her hand deeper into his fur. A moment passed before she became alert enough to realize her position.
    She bolted upright, releasing him. Her chest heaved. She brushed her hair from her face. “You scared the crap out of me.”
    Marcus watched her breasts as they rose and fell, her nipples erect under the tight tank top. She was sexy as hell, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it in this state. Or in any state, asshole.
    “Still in wolf form, I see.” She inched away from him. “Aren’t you hungry? Thirsty?”
    He was. But he didn’t move, not wanting her scent to disappear.
    Heather shoved at him. “Get off the bed, you mutt. I need to use the bathroom.”
    Marcus hesitated. If he could have laughed at her term for him, he would have. He glanced at her ankle. It looked much better. She could probably walk. He bounded from the bed, landing on all fours. He sat on his haunches as she swung her legs around and threw her blankets back.
    Heather winced as she set her feet on the floor. “My bladder’s going to burst,” she muttered. She tentatively put pressure on her foot and then stood. “Ow. Son of a bitch, that hurts.”
    Marcus leaped forward, though he hadn’t a clue what he could do to help.
    As soon as she steadied herself enough to avoid falling, Marcus lifted his gaze from her feet. And God almighty. He sucked in a breath. Even in wolf form, he reacted to her.
    Heather wore nothing but silk panties and a tank top. It was askew, almost revealing one breast. She hobbled forward, holding on to the bedside table as she moved toward the attached bathroom.
    Marcus couldn’t move. He was in her way, but he was frozen in his spot, mesmerized by her sexy body. Her