"Then maybe you'll be safe. I wasn't on it. Anyway, I'm hitting the sack. Don't feel as if you have to go to bed. The guys will be out for some hours yet. I'm sure Algar would appreciate it if you waited up for him."
Karmryn nodded and watched Lexi leave the living room. No, she couldn't be pregnant. She'd taken her last pill for this month a few days ago, which meant her period would be coming soon. It also reminded her that she'd have to look into finding a doctor. She'd need to get a new prescription for birth control pills. She hadn't packed any extra packages for her trip, and she would need the prescription filled here.
The thought of having Algar's child one day brought a smile to her lips. She could picture a miniature Algar running around the manor. Or a little girl who would have her father twisted around her little finger. But Kamryn wanted to wait at least a year before Algar and she considered starting a family. They needed that time to have to themselves. They'd fallen in love so fast, the bond of their mating growing stronger each time they made love. They really hadn't had much time to form their relationship as other couples did. Not that she thought it was any less strong, or that her feelings weren't true. She just wanted to have the time where it would be just her and Algar.
Once she became an immortal, it wasn't as if her biological clock would still be ticking.
She could be five hundred years old and still get pregnant. Menopause would not be in her future.
It was close to one in the morning when Kamryn's eyes started to flutter shut while she watched the television. She wasn't exactly sure what time Algar and the rest of the warriors would be returning for the night, but she didn't think she would be able to stay awake much longer. She wanted to, since Algar was going to talk to Tiw about making them truly mates when he returned.
Deciding the TV would make her even more tired, she shut it off, thinking she'd get ready for bed. She made her way upstairs to the bedroom that was now hers and Algar's. It only took her a few minutes to brush her teeth and slip on the pink satin nightgown she'd chosen to wear. It wasn't one of her sexier nightgowns, but she hadn't exactly been expecting to meet the man of her dreams while in England or to be swept off her feet by him.
She moved to stand in front of one of the two large windows in the room. Facing the front of the manor, it had an excellent view of the property to the end of the long drive where it met the street. She opened one side of the heavy curtains and looked out.
Still no sign of Algar.
She was about to pull the curtain closed again when a flash of fur at the end of the driveway caught her attention. Focusing on it, she saw it was a wolf. Kamryn stiffened when the animal limped toward the entrance to the drive, then suddenly collapsed on the ground. Since there were no longer wild wolves in England, this one had to be a werewolf. The question was whether it was a good werewolf or a bad one.
The wolf wasn't Algar. She knew that much. The animal's fur was the wrong color. She hadn't seen the rest of the warriors in their wolf forms, so she hadn't a clue if the one outside could be one of them. It possibly could be. One of them could have been hurt while fighting one of Fenris' werewolves and managed to find his way back to the safety of the manor.
What if it was one of the warriors? Could she just leave him out there helpless and vulnerable to another werewolf attack? But what if it wasn't one of the warriors?
Kamryn gnawed on her bottom lip with indecision. The wolf hadn't moved since it had collapsed. Unsure if she was making a monumental mistake, she whirled around and headed out of the room. She couldn't take the chance it may be one of the warriors.
They may be immortals, but their lives could be ended if they lost their heads, literally.
If she did nothing and it meant the death of one of the warriors, she'd regret it for the rest of her soon-to-be very long life.
Kamryn didn't bother to stop at Lexi's room. The other woman would have been asleep for hours. And if it ended up being one of Fenris' get, it would be better for Lexi to remain safe inside the manor. There was no point risking her life along with the life of her unborn baby.
Unlocking the front door, Kamryn ran outside. She kept to the grassy side of the drive to avoid the gravel as she ran toward the unmoving wolf. She slowed when she came within a couple feet. Step by cautious step, she moved nearer, looking nervously for movement that would signal there was something else nearby.
Using her foot, she nudged the wolf. It didn't move. In the darkness, the only light coming from the manor behind her, she couldn't see well enough to determine how the wolf had been hurt. Slowly, she squatted at its side and reached out to put her hand on its furred back. It was still breathing. She felt its side move in and out when she shifted her hand there. Still the wolf didn't stir.
Careful to avoid the animal's head, Kamryn ran her hands up and down its body, searching for the source of injury. She didn't find anything that would cause the wolf to collapse. Unless the injuries were internal, and then she couldn't do much to help it.
She'd started to stand, unsure of what to do next, when the wolf jumped up and slammed into her legs. Kamryn fell onto her butt. The wolf slammed into her chest, knocking her flat on her back. It stood over her with its upper lip curled back in a snarl, giving her a good view of its sharp teeth.
Afraid to move, she held herself completely still. Yup, she'd pretty much fucked up. This couldn't be one of the warriors in wolf form. The menacing growls and snapping of its sharp teeth that came too close to her throat for her comfort, said it all.
She might as well have wrapped herself up in a bow and given herself to the werewolf as a gift.
The wolf's body blurred and a man took its place. He dropped his full weight on top of her, keeping her pinned beneath him. "You mortals and your soft hearts. So easily manipulated. You almost make it too easy."
Kamryn tried to wiggle her way out from under the werewolf's much larger body, but that only caused the gravel she lay on to gouge painfully into her back. "Let me go."
He laughed with no humor. "I don't think so. You're the pawn to replace the one I lost. It was a nice to surprise to see another warrior had found a mate. I bet Brand will do anything to get you back."
"Brand?" She frowned. "Why would—you saw Brand and me at my hotel."
"Smart girl. I followed him. I even followed him to your hotel room door. Once I heard him say he wanted you, I knew you were his mate."
Although she was in a situation where she shouldn't find humor in anything, Kamryn started to laugh. "You think Brand is my mate?" She laughed even harder.
Obviously, the stupid werewolf hadn't hung around long enough to hear the rest of her and Brand's conversation.
He scowled. "Stop laughing. You have to be one of those warriors' mates. You've been staying at the manor. I've been watching to see if I could catch you alone." He bent his head, buried his nose in the crook of her neck, and took in a deep breath. A cruel-looking smile formed on his lips when he pulled away. "Not Brand's mate. You're the mate to the ex-king's second-in-command, Algar. Even better."
He took hold of her wrists in a hard grip and yanked her to her feet.
Chapter Eleven
Algar drove toward the manor with thoughts of what he would do to Kamryn once he got home. All night, he hadn't been able to think of anything but returning to her. He wanted to strip her naked, piece-by-piece, and lick every inch of her soft skin.
Once he had her begging for him, he'd bury his cock so deep inside her pussy he wouldn't be able to tell where he ended and she began. His wayward thoughts had left his cock rock-hard and aching.