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    Chapter Three
     
    “I know that look. I saw it on my brother’s face when he watched his kitten get flattened by a speeding truck.”
    Brad turned an icy glare on Victor McCormack, the Zante pack’s new head of security. Until a week ago, the post hadn’t even existed, though Victor had always acted as a vigilante of sorts. When J.C. made it official, no one complained. Especially not after J.C.’s vicious encounter with Daniel Kraus, the Alpha of the rival Kölen pack.
    “This is worse,” Brad said.
    Victor chuckled. “Worse?”
    “Yeah. It’s more like your brother having to witness the kitten’s autopsy and being made to listen to the medical examiner describe every cut even as he watches it being done.”
    Victor grimaced. “That bad, huh?”
    Brad shrugged and turned away. He couldn’t take the pity in the man’s eyes. It was bad enough every member of the Zante pack had to attend J.C.’s mating ceremony and welcome their new queen into their midst. Brad didn’t have to share his pain with every werewolf in a ten mile radius while he was at it.
    The ceremony had been scheduled for twilight, in the clearing where J.C. and Eve had defeated Daniel two weeks earlier. Brad licked his suddenly dry lips. Had it only been fourteen days? Sometimes it felt like a lifetime had passed since he’d last spent a night in J.C.’s arms. And other times… other times he could still feel J.C,’s cock nudging his ass, as demanding and relentless as ever.
    As the hour of the soul binding rite neared, the glade swarmed with werewolves. Some had elected to conform to traditional expectations and appeared before the elders in wolf form, kneeling to receive the blessing before the ceremony began.
    Others, like Brad, preferred to attend as humans. Some claimed they did it as a show of respect to their new queen -- their human queen -- but Brad wasn’t one of them. He didn’t feel the need to pay homage to J.C.’s blushing bride.
    No, he’d elected not to shift for one reason only: he wanted J.C. to see him as he’d been every Friday night for the past three years.
    Human, in every way.
    “I really wish they’d let us wear clothes,” Victor growled, his deep voice resonating above the excited buzz of the crowd, his eyes carefully scrutinizing everyone who stepped beyond the edges of the forest. “How am I supposed to protect anyone with my cock flapping all over the place?”
    Despite the anxiety welling in Brad’s stomach, he smiled. “Wait until the ceremony starts. In a few minutes, your dick will be stiff like everyone else’s.”
    Victor grunted. “I’ve attended mating ceremonies before. They’re over much too soon, and you never get to see anything.”
    “Not royal rites. They’re different. They’re…” Brad sucked in a breath between clenched teeth and held it.
    “Incredible,” Victor said, his voice filled with admiration as the bride stepped out into full view.
    Brad sighed. “Yeah. Incredible.”
    A moment later, he was alone. Victor had moved on to get a better look at the procession, and Brad fell back, blending in with the lengthening shadows. He didn’t care if he didn’t see a thing. In fact, he’d prefer it that way, he told himself stubbornly. He knew what would happen. He’d thought about this night countless times since he’d learned J.C. had chosen Eve Benning as his mate.
    Hundreds of candles had been lit around the perimeter of the meadow, but the light wasn’t needed. Everyone in attendance possessed feral night sight, yet as the golden flicker licked Eve’s creamy skin, a collective gasp echoed from the audience.
    She wore a pale yellow sheath made of delicate, sheer chiffon. The transparent fabric clung to her curves, drawing Brad’s gaze to her long legs, her firm, round ass, her slender waist. Her nipples puckered, tightly drawn beneath the fine constraints of the garment.
    She walked with her head held high and the crowd parted to let her through.