Page 34 of Fated to the Warrior Wolf

Gael tried to set me on the bed, but I stopped him. “I want to sit in a chair. I’ve already slept half the day away and I feel better.”

He changed course to the chair by the window, where he set me down and then pulled back the curtains.

“I’ll go get you lunch and the stuff for the cat.”

“Nugget. His name is Nugget. But I’m perfectly capable of going down there, you know. My legs still work while pregnant. Exercise isgoodfor pregnancy, actually.” I shot him a pointed look.

“When you’re not dizzy, we’ll talk about it.”

“You’re not my boss, BD.”

He rolled his eyes at the nickname, but his hand was already on the doorknob. “Never said I was.”

EIGHTEEN

Gael

Istomped back to the dining room, my head whirling. I don’t know what kept coming over me; maybe it was a reaction to the pregnancy, but my wolf was in overdrive when it came to Leigh. In my head, I knew Lucien wasn’t a bad guy. I knew it. But when I’d stepped into that dining room and seen his hands on her, it was like a switch flipped. My wolf was in charge, and he was pissed.

And then I declared that she was mine? What the fuck was that, besides me putting my foot in my mouth in the most epic way possible?

Stupid, G. Stupid.

She’d immediately pulled back, and even if she hadn’t outright saidI’m not yours, the direction of her thoughts was clear as day. She wasn’t feeling all this like I was. Thispull. It was like an anchor in the center of my chest, the chain stretched between us right to her. She could pull me any direction she wanted, but she didn’t even know her hands were on the rudder.

When I stepped back into the dining room, Lucien was talking to Dirge off to the side, a sandwich in hand, whileBrielle, Shay, and Olivia sat at the table in front of a veritable feast. The girls were chatting, but I caught the new girl shooting a glance at Lucien when she thought nobody was looking.

Good, maybe she could keep his attention far, far away from Leigh.

Mine,my wolf rumbled in my head, shocking me.

He was a cantankerous beast who had rarely spoken to me throughout our lives.

She has no marks. She’s not ours.

Mine!he demanded again.

I shook my head. He could say what he wanted. It didn’t make mate signs appear.

“You okay, man?” Reed’s hand dropped to my shoulder, taking me by surprise with how caught up I was in my own head.

“Yeah, fine.” I waved him off, but he followed me through the swinging kitchen doors, the sounds of our pack mates’ conversations instantly muffled as the doors swung shut behind us.

“You don’t sound fine. Lucien told me about what happened a few minutes ago, and I think we need to talk.”

I sighed. He was probably right.

There was a small table off to the side with a handful of chairs around it, where the chef team did prep. It was empty now, though. Reed gestured toward it, and we both sat.

Maybe a minute to clear my head before I went back up to Leigh would be a good thing, especially with my wolf acting crazy.

“Tell me what’s going on,” Reed said without preamble.

“I don’t know. We got out of the meeting in Kane’s office, and I came down to get Leigh lunch. But she was already down here, and Lucien had his hands on her shoulders, and I just… lost it.”

“You also lost it in the office, and you’re usually the most controlled person I know.”

I scoffed. “Besides you, you mean?” I pointedly eyed his crisp suit jacket and the probably starched button-up underneath it.

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