“It won’t be like that when you shift, Sweetie. Just right now you are still healing and your body is not ready for the shift. I’m afraid Greta knew this and took advantage of the situation. I’m sorry, Jasmine,” Logan said beside her on his knees next to the chair with his head in her lap. “I didn’t think she would behave as badly.”
To see him on his knees, his head resting on her lap, tugged at her heart like nothing could. Here was one of the fiercest men she had every known, yet he was asking her for forgiveness.
She reached over and ran her hand through his hair. “Logan, how could you know what she was going to do? There is nothing to forgive, but please keep her and the other one away until I’m healed. Then I’ll deal with them personally.”
Her stomach rumbled again and Hendrick laughed, lifting her up and placing her into Logan’s arms and he took her to the table and sat with her in his lap. “Eat while I get our guest settled.”
With his arms wrapped around her, Logan nodded to the plate she had started. “Go on, I’m just going to sit here and hold you,” Logan stated, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” Jasmine asked, glancing over her shoulder at him.
“He’s upset that you were hurt because of someone he was with,” R.D. sat down next to them. “We’re both upset. She is part of our pack and to have her do something so vindictive towards the next queen of the pack is wrong.”
“Queen!” she squeaked.
Chapter Eight
R.D. took a plate and started to fill it. His brother wasn’t the only one that was furious. The fact that someone from their pack tried to harm their mate had him furious. Even his betas had been shocked at Greta’s aggression.
“What are you talking about? I’m not queen.” Jasmine glared at him as she poured the gravy over her food.
“I’m afraid so, Jasmine,” his father responded, pulling out a chair at the table for her mother. “You will be the next alpha bitch.” Cole held up his hand. “I know you hate the wording, but it what it is. In a pack, the Alpha couple is the backbone. In other words, you are their queen.” Cole took a plate and handed it to Katherine. “Eat and stop your growling. She’s been taken care of Momma wolf,” Cole ordered, making him grin.
“But queen?” Jasmine looked behind her and then at him. “Do you really think I can do this?” she asked.
He leaned over and covered her hand with his. “Yes, you wouldn’t have been sent to us otherwise. We’ll do this together and you’re not alone. You have family to help you.” He sat back and laughed. “Do you really believe grandma isn’t going to be here helping you?” he challenged and she snorted.
“We’ll see,” she mumbled, taking a bite of her food to feel all eyes on her. “What?”
“Food is good?” Logan laughed.
Her face turned a little pink color. “I moaned again, didn’t I?” she whispered, but stuffed her mouth again.
“Has she always been this way?” R.D. turned to Katherine and noticed her eyes closed as she ate, a little moan coming from her.
“I’m afraid she’s just like her mom. As you can see, they enjoy life very much,” Cole wrapped his arm around Katherine and nipped the side of her neck. “You’re doing it again.”
“So you see, it isn’t just me.” Jasmine grinned and reached up to scratch at her bandage. “So what is the plan?” Stuffing a piece of sausage in her mouth, she turned and looked at him. “Are you going to use me as bait? I mean it would make sense, since it’s me he’s after, plus it might save a life or two. We don’t know how many people he has working with him.”
He just sat there staring at her as she ate until her mother screeched from her chair. “Are you out of your freaking mind? No, you are not putting yourself out there as bait, and if you even think, so I’ll kick your ass,” Katherine snapped, glaring at Jasmine who rolled her eyes.
“Mom, if I’m going to ever feel free without looking over my shoulder, I need him dead. I never thought I’d want to see someone dead, but I’m tired of having to worry if he is going to come after me tonight. Or is he going to be in my dreams.” She took her hand out of R.D.’s and rubbed her arms.
“Can dreams be real? Can he come in my dreams?” She questioned his father, then him. “My God, what if…” R.D. leaned over and kissed her, stopping all of those thoughts from her head.
“No,” he growled against her lips. “He can’t come into your dreams. Stop all this. You are going to make yourself sick.” R.D. ordered and a small grin touched her lips.
“Are you giving me more demands, Sir?” Jasmine asked, trying to tease him, but he could see the worry behind her eyes.
“Yes, I am, and you know I’m very good at it, too,” he nipped her bottom lip before sitting back in his seat, noticing their two guests, his grandfather’s friends, at the end of the table. “Please, have a seat. Join us.”
“He’s here.” Jasmine whispered so softly that he turned back to her, frowning.
“What?” he asked, looking to his brother, who frowned. “Who’s here?”
She turned her head towards him as tears rolled down her cheeks and her hand trembled while she wiped the tears away. “I smell him, feel him inside me. Not in my head, but in my blood.” Her gaze moved to their guests.
One nodded. “ I am Malik Doux. If he took your blood and made you take his, you would know. Not even their bonding could prevent that. Can you tell how
