“Remember how Eva… Evangeline… mentioned that they were keeping the pregnancy on the down low because Wolfe had a dangerous admirer?”
“Uh, sure. Something about the obsessive stalker witch who wanted the Alpha for herself. Why? Did something happen?”
“You could say that. That was Wolfe. Priscilla knows about the baby, Tabby. I kept my mouth shut. I knew better. I told Wolfe you did, too.”
One look at the oh, shit expression on Tabby’s face and he didn’t have to ask her outright. The answer was right there.
Fucking hell.
His fingers flexed, claws flashing as he had this sudden urge to slash something. Not Tabby—never Tabby—but he had all of this rage rushing through him, added to the terrible sense of betrayal slamming into him like a shovel to the back of his head.
He thought he could trust her.
Before he sliced her bedding into ribbons, Adam pushed off of the bed, folding his hands into fists. His jaw ached as he clenched it, gums burning as his fangs begged to lengthen.
He couldn’t keep them back. As the points dug into the bottom of his lip, he widened his mouth, baring his fangs as he hissed out some of the worst of his aggression.
With one hand, Tabby tightened her grip on the covers. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t look afraid. The oh, shit look faded into one of total awareness. He’d bet, if he threw the covers away from her naked body, he’d discover her other hand gripping the hilt of her dagger.
That got through most of the angry red haze descending over Adam. He swallowed roughly, rolling his head on his shoulder, before backing away from the bed.
“This was a mistake.”
Her brow furrowed. “What was?”
“This. Me. You. Bringing you to Wolf’s Creek. All of it.” His voice went unusually calm. Stilted. It was that or start hissing again. “We told you to keep quiet about the baby. Who did you tell?”
“Adam—”
“I didn’t want to believe it, but your face gave you away. Don’t lie to me. Who did you tell about the baby?”
“Boone, but—”
“Boone.” God, he never met the bastard, but he fucking hated Boone. “Of course. I should’ve known.”
“He’s my—”
“Your handler, I remember.”
“Adam, don’t be like this. I’m a slayer—”
“Oh, trust me, baby. I haven’t forgotten that.”
Tabby let out a frustrated huff. “You don’t understand. He needed to know why the Alpha didn’t want to get involved with the Para threat in town. After Woodbridge, there was a shifter involved. He should’ve wanted to find out what happened to Bowers, but he refused. When I found out about his mate and the pup, I told him because he’d understand. Family comes first. No wonder Wolfe has closed ranks.”
“Yeah. He closed ranks because he’s terrified a lone witch is going to try to kill his mate and steal his child,” Adam growled back. “So long as it was a secret, the chance that Priscilla would find out while Eva was vulnerable was nothing. But guess what? She knows.”
“What?”
His phone was still clenched tightly in his fist. “That’s what the call was about.
“Adam. I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t know that I couldn’t trust you.” Swooping down, he grabbed his boxers.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like? I’ve gotta get out of here.”