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

She turned in her seat. “You fight your… wolf?”

“Sometimes more than others.” His grin was hard.

“Over what?” she asked.

His brows rose. “Domination. I’m an alpha, a leader. Sometimes the wolf needs to prove that.”

She had a vague idea what that meant. His run-in with Thomas was etched into her memory. “But you said Cyrus doesn’t want to kill you.”

“If the blood that runs in my veins is linked to his ancestors, then killing me might kill him.”

“Oh,” she sat back, digesting this.

“It’s Hollis’s theory. One I’ve never had to test.”

She looked at Oscar, sleeping peacefully in his seat. “My brothers?”

“Are safe,” he answered immediately. “Under constant guard.”

“By werewolves?” she asked.

“No. None of my pack has turned anyone, Jessa. We don’t look at this as a good thing. My pack—there’s five of us—check in occasionally, but we know being together for too long tends to stir recognition. I talk to Hollis more often, for obvious reasons. He’s our science guy—my answer man. He thinks it’s an infection he can cure. Until then, we agreed: no children, no mates, no complications.”

She stared at him. “Are you serious? So you’re all supposed to suffer alone?”

He looked at her

. “Versus pretending to live normal lives? Risk hurting people we care about, or infecting them? Hell, yes.”

“No one should be alone,” she said. “You have Oscar now.”

“We don’t know how this will affect him, Jessa. He’s so small—” He broke off then, clearing his throat and sucking in a deep breath. “The change, turning, might kill him.”

“Finn.” But words stuck in her throat. Oscar was at risk? Whatever fear she’d felt before couldn’t compare to what she felt now. This time she couldn’t save him. “When will we know?”

“Four nights,” Finn growled. “Then I’ll go looking for Cyrus.”

His words ended her need for conversation. But now the darkening sky seemed more threatening than Cyrus. There was nothing either of them could do to stop the moon.

Chapter Eight

Finn tried not to tense as he pulled into the driveway. It wasn’t that he was unhappy to see Dante and Anders. It had been a few years since they’d all been together, and a day didn’t go by that he didn’t feel their absence. But the circumstances of their reunion were far from ideal. All too soon they’d face a full moon. Damn, he was tired.

“Hollis was at your apartment. Who are the other two?” Jessa asked from beside him in the truck cab.

“The big one next to him is Anders. He thinks he’s hilarious.” Anders waved, grinning. Dante crossed his arms and leaned against the porch railing, watching them. “And the other is Dante.”

“How do you know one another?” she asked.

“College,” he said. “We were all pretty close. Before I attacked them.” Not anymore. Now he had no idea what they thought about all of this.

The passenger door opened before he’d unbuckled his seat belt.

“You must be Jessa.” Anders was all smiles. “Nice to meet the girl who didn’t run away screaming.”

Finn saw Jessa’s smile and calmed. “Does that happen a lot?” she asked, laughter in her voice.

Anders nodded. “Hell, yes. You start sprouting pointy ears and a bunch of extra teeth, and you’d be surprised at how fast a gal can run in heels.”