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Yeah, I wasn’t either. Rawson wanted my position, and I didn't think me being back in the game would dissuade him from his course. “I hope so. Anyway, let’s get some food, then we have an Alpha to find. The quicker we sort out this mystery, the quicker I can claim Lina and Devon as mine.”

Chapter 11

Selina

I smiled and stretched,groaning as my body ached in the most delicious way. Owen had gone, I’d heard him leave at dawn. I was disappointed to wake up without his arms around me, but part of me appreciated that I could lay here in sheets that smelled of him, and replay every word he’d whispered, every touch, and every kiss that he’d given me. Tentatively I walked my fingers down between my legs. I was slick with the evidence of our love making. Trying not to wince, I felt the swollen skin between my legs. I was almost grateful Owen wasn’t here because I couldn't keep my hands off him, anymore than he could me. The trouble was, since my wolf had deserted me, my healing abilities weren’t at full strength.

I stretched again, my muscles protesting vigorously. My body definitely needed time to heal from his ministrations, and I needed to shower before Devon came in and scented Owen on me. He was only part wolf, but he was full supernatural, and his nose would be as good as anyone else's. He wouldn’t know what the scent of sex was, but his instincts would tell him it meant something.

Before I could move, my bedroom door was flung open.

“Morning, Biotch!” Becca grinned from the doorway. “Damn! You’re alone! I’d hoped Owen would still be here. I wanted a glimpse of his fine ass—or a threesome would do.”

I giggled at her outrageous behaviour. “How do you know he was here?”

She tapped her nose. “He smells gooood.”

I gave her a mock scowl, kind of. “Hands off, he’s mine.”

She squealed and jumped on the bed next to me. “Really?” She looked at my neck. “Where’s his mark?”

I rolled my eyes and flung the covers off. She held her nose as I moved. “Oh, my god. Couldn’t you at least shower before I got here. You’re making me jealous as fuck with that sexy smell you’ve got going on there.”

“Lalala!” I sang, covering my ears. “Gods, you're so gross,” I shot at her, and slammed the bathroom door closed in her face. I heard her chuckling on the other side.

She knocked persistently. “You can’t lock me out forever. I need to know what happened.”

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in so long. My fingers brushed my scars, remembering the way Owen’s tongue had traced the raised tissue, erasing memories of my horrible past. “You already do. We had sex.”

“Nah, not good enough. I want details.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m starving. Go make me breakfast and get Devon up, and I’ll think about it.” I wouldn’t, but she didn’t know that. My friend was a consummate flirt. If she saw a man she wanted, she’d pursue him until she got him, and then she’d tell me all about them whether I wanted to hear it or not. The poor guys didn’t realise that no matter what they did, they would never be the one. Becca would always find fault with them, ones that she couldn’t get past...which meant she had a reason to drop them and move on to the next male.

“Fine. But Devon’s already up and dressed. He let me in.”

“Of course he did,” I muttered, wondering if Owen had got him dressed. I doubted it. He wouldn’t have left Devon awake and on his own in the house, not without letting me know he was leaving first. That meant my son had got himself dressed, and had been ready to answer the door to Becca. His knack of knowing when people would be stopping by was uncanny. I’d always brushed it off as coincidence, but after the great escape the night before, I wasn’t totally convinced. I couldn’t help a small smile. My son knew exactly what he was doing when he’d gone back to Owen and Owen had brought him back to me.

I showered quickly, not really wanting to wash Owen’s scent from me, but I couldn’t walk around smelling like sex while providing support for my clients. I dressed in a soft grey skirt that clung to my curves, some knee high black boots with a small heel, and a soft pink pullover. I made an effort to tame my unruly hair, and styled it so that the curls twisted along my shoulders and down my back, then I added a little make up. Not enough to make me uncomfortable, but a little eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara to enhance the shape and colour of my eyes.

With my perma smile fixed to my face, I strode to the kitchen.

Becca grinned. “Wow. You look great.”

“Momma!” Devon jumped from his chair and hugged my legs. I was thankful he didn’t have butter from his toast all over his mouth. It never looked good to have a toddler’s breakfast smeared on my clothes.

“Hey, squirt, did you sleep well?”

He nodded and grinned, then looked me right in the eye. “You did too, Momma. Owen stayed. You no cross with him anymore. He stayed and...cuddled.”

I didn’t bother to hide my smile. “Yeah, sweetie, Owen cuddled Momma.”

He cocked his head and studied me like he wanted to ask something else. I braced myself, not quite sure I was ready for a ‘birds and bees’ talk with my nearly four year old son.

“Hey, Dev, I’m going to take you to daycare with Momma. How about you get a toy for show and tell today?” Becca suggested, grinning like an idiot.

I breathed a big sigh of relief when he nodded and ran off to his room. I caught her eyes and grinned. “Thanks!”

“No problem, but you know if Owen keeps coming…or even coming around...”

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