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out? You are going to rattle the art off the walls.”
    “Why is there a bear in your house?” Her father’s disapproval coated every single word. “And why is he acting as though you are his responsibility?”
    “Mr. Taylor, this isn’t exactly how I wanted to meet Margaret’s family, but the time for small talk has passed. I’m Scott O’Hearn and I met your daughter last night at Chase Michaels’s wedding. She is my mate.” He extended his hand to her father, but it was ignored.
    Her father glared at Scott, but didn’t say anything. Strangely enough, she could see a grin beginning to pull at the corners of her father’s mouth. What was that about?
    “He’s a…a bear,” her mother choked out.
    “Yes, ma’am, I’m from a long line of grizzlies,” Scott answered with an academy award-winning smile.
    “Really,” Margaret stepped back, “That’s what you break the ice with?”
    “Margaret, do you claim him as your mate?” Her dad waited, his face void of emotion. The smile was gone. Growls still rumbled from the other males in the room.
    “I…” she paused and glanced at Scott again. Then to her father. She wasn’t getting out of this. It was all or nothing. “Yes. The magick between us is very strong. My wolf calls it a perfect match.”
    Scott’s hand squeezed her hip and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. He was with her. He would support her, even if the rest of the pack wanted nothing to do with her after this…
    “Dad?”
    “At least he’s honest. I’ll have to give him that,” her father managed to rumble. “And, we can always depend on your mother to state the obvious.” The grin was beginning to return.
    “Keith!” Her mother’s voice held feigned offence, but the beginnings of a smile were evident on her face as well.
    Wow. She’d been scared her parents would object outright, but they were adjusting rather quickly. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as terrible as she’d thought.
    “We’ve already checked her room.” Her dad addressed Scott. “The intruder didn’t enter and he’s definitely a wolf.” He rolled his head from side to side, popping the joints in his neck. “Trying to find one particular wolf in Vegas is like a trying to find a dog hair in a wolf’s den.”
    “How big is your pack, Mr. Taylor?” Scott’s voice vibrated out from deep within his chest. The power in his voice reassured her of the choice she’d just made. He was her mate. He would protect her.
    “There are three family lines here, the Taylor’s, the Michaels, and the O’Brian’s. We all fall under the Demakis jurisdiction with the royal Council. But this wolf didn’t bear the scent of any of the local families. He’s an outsider.”
    “Three alphas? One for each family?”
    Her dad nodded.
    “You all live so close together. How do you not fight?”
    “We are very organized, Mr. O’Hearn.”
    “Please, call me Scott.”
    Margaret jumped into the slight pause in conversation, “I’m going to go get dressed while you both discuss pack politics.”
    Scott tightened his grip on her hip. She looked up to meet his twinkling gaze. “I like what you are wearing, darl’n. Why do you need to change?”
    “Because I’m in pajamas and by the end of the day every single pack member will have stopped by the house to check on me. They will all begin to gossip and spitball about why Margaret Taylor walks around in her pajamas all day long.”
    “Really?” He cocked his head to the side. She giggled. It was such a wolfy thing to do. Maybe bears weren’t so different.
    “You are all people,” her wolf whispered.
    I know that. She smiled and slithered from Scott’s grasp.
    He winked at her and then turned back to speak to her father.
    She started up the stairs, but stopped at the feather-light touch of her mother’s hand on her shoulder. Confusion shrouded her mother’s face and tears threatened to spill from her crystal blue eyes.
    “He’s going to take you from the pack,