She deserved him just fine, Zander thought. Suited him perfectly. Would complete him in a way that words would never explain. Although he hadn’t sensed she was his mate on even a subconscious level before Ally knocked some sense into him, there had always been that primal warning of danger around Gwen. Now, he understood it. Zander didn’t like vulnerabilities, and he’d instinctively known that she could become one. Known that she could become an addiction. Addictions fucked with a person’s self-control, and Zander needed control. He just needed Gwen more.

He dragged her on top of him. “You do realize that this—you and me—won’t come to an end once the trial’s over, don’t you?”

Gwen stilled, though her heart slammed against her ribs. It hadn’t been a flippant remark. There was a fierce determination in both his tone and expression. “You have a pack to go back to.”

“I didn’t say I’d leave the pack.”

“Long-distance relationships are hard. Putting in the effort when it’s just a long-distance fling seems pointless.”

He lightly tapped her ass. “We both know this is more than a fling. I told you last night, you matter to me.”

“Well, this can’t be anything other than a fling. I’m not your mate.”

His wolf snapped his teeth at that remark. “How do you know?”

She spluttered. “Because . . . I’d know.”

“Would you? I already told you, the frequency of the bond can be blocked by lots of things. I’m not saying you are my mate.” But his wolf urged him to do so. “I’m just making the point that it makes no sense to end something good on the premise that I should be waiting for a mate that could be lying right on top of me. A mate that could have walked past me yesterday or bumped into me another day. I’ve told you before, Gwen, I’m not going to spend my life searching for someone I may never recognize as my mate.”

She went to sit up, but Zander wrapped his arm around her to pin her in place. “I like what we have, Gwen. You like what we have. Why end it without a good reason? Do you have a good reason?”

Gwen licked her lips. She could point out that she was a pain in the ass, that he could have any woman he wanted, that surely a shifter would suit him better. But she said, “No.” She made a big deal out of him being nosy and pushy, but she really didn’t mind it so much—she just pushed right back, stood her ground, snorted at his nonnegotiable tone. The truth was that Zander was exactly her type. Loyal, trustworthy, honest, sexily assertive. He listened, paid attention. He was also an absolute rock star in bed. The kind of person who’d leave a mark wherever he went.

As a rule, Gwen didn’t trust any situation in which she got what she wanted. She’d been confused by his interest, hadn’t trusted it, so she’d slammed up her guard. Now? Now there seemed no point. Holding him at a distance hadn’t worked. Trying to push him away hadn’t worked. Feigning disinterest in him and his life to offend him hadn’t worked.

He was like a freaking emotional tank. Solid. Resilient. Just kept on forging ahead, able and willing to smash whatever obstructed his path. If he said she was who he wanted, fine. She wasn’t gonna argue. Not anymore.

“Do you wish you had a good reason?” Zander asked carefully.

Gwen took a long breath. “No.”

Triumph surged through Zander, and his wolf settled a little. He tightened his hold on her. “Then don’t fight this. Let it happen. Go with it. Let yourself be fucking happy.”

“Want the truth?”

“Let’s hear it.”

“You do make me happy . . . and not only because you make a pretty picture naked beneath me.” She smiled dreamily. “Very, very pretty.”

His mouth curved. “And you make me happy. But I’m not pretty. I am, however, naked. As are you.” He rolled them and urged her to wrap her legs around him. “I think we should make the most of that.”

“I think it would be a crime not to.”

“Good.” He angled her hips and drove his cock deep.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Joining his pack mates on the flattened grassy area not far from the rear of the house, Zander asked, “Any sign of him?”

“Someone’s been creeping around the southern border of the land,” said Derren, “but I can’t be sure it was Rory.”

Zander lifted a questioning brow at Bracken. “What did you see?”

“There were some wolf paw prints on the eastern side,” began Bracken, “and they were too big to be those of a full-blooded wolf. My guess is that it was Rory.”

Zander clenched his jaw. His blood boiled at the thought of his brother anywhere near Gwen. It had been more than a week since Rory had tried to take her, and they’d checked the land daily for signs that he’d been nearby. Today was the first time that they’d found any, which likely meant that Rory was done waiting for Zander to hunt him.

Shaya had been furious to hear that Rory had harmed Gwen. She’d taken an immediate liking to Zander’s human, apparently. And when Zander had shared that he and Ally were certain that Gwen was his mate, the rest of his pack became just as pissed about Rory’s test.

Given the shit that Nick had previously spouted, Zander had expected the Alpha to be disappointed to hear that Gwen was his mate. If he was, he’d given no indication of it. He’d simply said, “Keep her safe, Zander. Take it from someone who watched his parent fall apart after she lost her mate—you’d be a shell of a man without her. I don’t want that for you.”

His Alpha was right on that score, but Zander was resolute that he’d never know how that felt. He’d never have to be without her. No one would take her from him, especially not Rory. The asshole had hurt her once—he wouldn’t get another chance. Zander would make sure of it.

Ally took a step toward him. “I know your instinct is to hunt Rory and eradicate the threat to your mate, but it won’t be that simple. For one thing, he’s your twin.”

“Don’t think that means anything to me right now,” Zander rumbled. “Blood doesn’t make family. Rory isn’t my family. Never was. Gwen—she’s everything. If I have to kill him to keep her safe, that’s what I’ll do.” His wolf was behind him all the way.

“Gwen won’t like to think that you killed your twin for her,” Ally gently pointed out. “She’s the type of person who’d worry that it killed something inside you and that you’ll one day hate her for it.”

“She’s also the type of person who fully understands that sharing someone’s DNA doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Ally inclined her head, conceding that. “While we’re on the subject of Gwen . . . have you decided when you’re going to tell her that you believe she’s your mate?”

He sighed. “I’m working up to it.”

“She’s a lot more relaxed with you now. She seems really happy.”

Bracken slipped his hands in his pockets. “Do you think it will be hard to convince her to leave here and move to pack territory? She works for Yvonne and her soon-to-be brother-in-law, and she keeps a close watch on the whole family. She might feel like moving away would be abandoning them.”

“I worry about that.” Ally paused to swat at a mosquito. “But Marlon and Yvonne will bodily throw her out if it comes to it—they want her happy, and they think Zander can give it to her. I haven’t told them that she’s your true mate, just in case you’re wondering.”