Falling for the Billionaire Wolf and His Baby (Blood Moon Brotherhood 1)

“Three weeks…” A full moon meant taking Oscar someplace safe. “I’ll take him to the reserve. Safest there.”

“I’ll meet you there,” Hollis said.

“Me, too,” Anders offered. “Be good to have a change of pace. Meet the little guy.”

“Well, shit, guess I have to come, too,” Dante said. “Since we don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“I’d advise against it. You know the Others can track us easier when we’re together. Just because they know Finn is alpha doesn’t mean they know you two exist.” Hollis’s no-nonsense response earned a snort from Anders and silence from Dante.

“He’s right. Mal and I are known—”

“Fuck ’em,” Anders said. “I’m not scared of some pack from the Dark Ages. What, they’re gonna chase us down in wheelchairs and club us with walkers?”

“I’ll try to talk to Malachi,” Hollis offered.

“Until then, be alert.” Finn’s voice was hard. “The Others aren’t going to like this. Tomorrow, the world will know about Oscar. And I don’t know what they’ll do.” Jessa would need a security guard, just in case.

“You know damn well they’ll be out for blood,” Anders said. “It ain’t gonna be pretty.”

“I still think now’s not the time to reunite,” Hollis said.

Because when they were together, the Others knew it. Somehow the five of them were linked. And that link grew stronger, more traceable, when they were close to one another.

“Maybe you’re right,” Finn agreed.

“Now’s the time.” Dante snorted. “Been a hell of a long time since I got to tear into some deserving son-of-a-bitch.”

Anders laughed. “Can’t wait to meet the pup.”

“I’m sorry,” Finn’s voice was thick.

The line fell silent.

“See you soon,” Dante said.

“Yep,” Anders sounded off.

“Be careful,” Hollis added.

And the line went dead. Finn sat there with his eyes closed, feeling exhausted, long after they were done. When he checked the clock next it was after midnight. He stood, stretching, and glanced out the window at the illuminated San Antonio skyline. The moon was covered with thin gray clouds, casting long shadows across the mish-mash of concrete and glass, parking lots and highways. He checked his phone. Both his head of security and his publicist had kept up a steady stream of emails and texts. Word of Cara’s death was now public, as well as the possible birth of a child. He’d decided the best course of action was to make a statement before anyone else could beat him to the punch. He hoped, by making it public, he might offer Oscar some sort of protection.

In the ten years since they’d become infected, Finn and his pack had learned little about their adversaries. The Others. Hell, they hadn’t known other werewolves existed until the Others pack jumped Mal. After that, they’d done everything they could to learn about them, with little luck. One thing they knew, the Others viewed Finn as a threat. But something seemed to keep them at bay. He’d seen them, knew they followed him from time to time, almost as if they were studying him. Not so for Mal. Three of them had come at Mal. If Finn hadn’t been there… Well, Mal had barely survived the attack. Finn didn’t think they knew about Anders, Hollis, or Dante. At least, they’d never been targeted or threatened. But with the Others, so much was unknown—including their motivation.

Bottom line, he needed to be prepared for the backlash that might follow.

The polite thing to do was call his parents and give them some advance notice. The phone went straight to voicemail.

“Mom, Dad, you have a grandson. He’s home with me now. Just wanted you to know, since it’ll be all over tomorrow’s papers.” He hung up, slid his phone into his pocket, and headed out of his office.

He was starving.

But the blended scents of Jessa and Oscar greeted him halfway to the kitchen. And finding Jessa in a tight gray T-shirt and plaid boxer shorts stirred a completely different sort of hunger. The entire day, the image of her pink bra and, the soft skin of her chest, had taunted him. He’d wanted to touch her. It had been hell not to.

And now? Jessa out of her business attire was even more beguiling that the well put-together young woman he’d come to expect. Her long blond hair fell to the middle of her back, curling softly. Soft, supple skin. Long legs, toned and lean. Willowy arms that cradled Oscar close while she swayed in time to the big-band music playing softly over the radio.

The wolf was riveted, focusing entirely on Jessa and Oscar. Proudly. Possessively. Finn felt it, too. And her scent, the swell of her breasts through her thin shirt, the curve of her ass, the purple polish on her bare toes… He’d never been so driven to claim a woman. It was primal, territorial. It had to be the wolf, not him. Or was it?

Oscar’s soft whimper distracted him.