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Lexi locked gazes with her.
“I am going to leave as soon as I get this damn cast off.”
Sierra pulled away, and Lexi knew her words sounded harsh.
“You are not taking that cast off. Your bone needs to heal. You’ll
stay, and we’ll figure this out together. I want you here for the mating
ceremony. I wished for this. For you to be here to share this with me.”
“I don’t know, Sierra. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Well I don’t think that the triplets are going to let you leave.”
“What do you mean?”
Sierra smirked.
“You’re their mate.”
“I’m their what?” Lexi asked, sitting up in the bed.
Sierra did the same, and she had a huge smile on her face.
“You’re their mate, their wife, per se, in human terms.”
“No way! Absolutely not. They’re huge! They…they…The one in
the camo gear was mean and scary and—”
“Hot?” Sierra added with a smirk.
“Yeah…but no! Absolutely not. It can’t be. I’m human!”
Sierra giggled.
“I know. That’s what makes it so special. The gods have chosen
all three triplets to be your mates. That’s why they saved you. That’s
why they growl every time you…”
“Every time I what?”
Sierra got up off of the bed.
“Every time your body reacts to their presence and their looks.”
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Lexi thought about that for a second, then got it. She cringed and
pulled the covers tighter against her body.
“They knew I…I was attracted to them?”
Sierra laughed.
“Wolves have an amazing sense of smell. That’s how they knew
you were their mate. First Paul in the club, then Andre, and last
Saber.”
Lexi thought about each man. They were intimidating, and Saber
appeared to be one of those macho, chauvinistic “my way or the
highway” type of guys. He looked like a hit man.
Paul was typical GQ, and he knew it. He looked like a numbers
man, Wall Street or something, and Andre looked most down-to-
earth. He was the one she could easily have seen living on a ranch
doing hard labor work. The thoughts caused a quiver in her belly.
Individually, each man was a personified alpha male with the
ability to make any woman weak at the knees. But together, they had
to be a force to be reckoned with.
“No way, Sierra. No way.”
Sierra smiled and giggled.
“We’ll see, Lexi. I’ll go check on that food.”
Just then, Andre returned with a tray of food.
She listened to Sierra as she spoke to him. “You won the toss,
huh?”
He gave her a wink.
She laughed as she headed downstairs.
* * * *
Lexi watched Sierra leave and Andre enter the room. Her
description of him was right on target. He wore a pair of blue jeans
and a button-down, black thermal shirt, and his short black hair was
slicked back as if he had just taken a shower. When he approached, he
smelled of cologne and soap.
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“Did the shower make you feel any better?’ he softly asked as he
laid the tray on the table before fixing her sheets. She grabbed his
hand to stop him, out of reflex, then froze in place. He stared at her as
she locked gazes with his brown eyes. Neither of them moved.
“Your eyes are the greenest I’ve ever seen. They’re like emeralds
shining in the sunlight.”
She lowered her lashes and felt the giddy attraction to him.
Clearing her throat, so the words wouldn’t get stuck she replied.
“Thank you. I appreciate you bringing the food up to me. I could
have walked downstairs.”
“No way. You need your rest. You’ve been through a lot.”
He placed the tray on her lap and uncovered the feast. There was
roasted chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, carrots, and string beans
along with fresh biscuits. Her mouth watered, and then he scooted his
hip onto the bed and sat down next to her. His jean-clad hip lay flat
against her thigh, and suddenly she felt faint.
She felt the heat penetrate her cheeks, and she reached for the
glass of water. Setting it back down after taking a sip, she watched as
Andre cut into the food and brought a forkful to her lips.
“I can do that. You don’t have to feed me,” she stated but she
wondered how she would be able to with the broken arm without
knocking over the tray.
“It’s my pleasure, Lexi. Let me help you. It can’t be easy with the
cast.”
She looked at the cast. “I suppose not,” she forced out from her
lips, then hesitated a moment before taking a bite. As soon as the food
reached her lips, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste.
“That is so good. I’m starving,” she replied as he smiled, then
made another forkful.
Andre was as handsome as his brothers, and suddenly she found
herself mesmerized by his looks and the intensity she saw. It was odd.
She should be in a total panic sitting this close to a man…a wolf who
believed she was his mate. How could that be? Was she supposed to
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choose between them? Make waves between brothers over her? It was
crazy.
“Lexi, are you okay?” he asked, placing the forkful of food back
down onto the tray.
Truth of the matter was that her head was beginning to throb. Her
arm ached, as well as other parts of her body. “My head hurts a bit,
and my arm. I’m just achy, I guess.”
He smiled softly.
“Try eating a little bit more food. It’s been two days since we
brought you here. You need nourishment.”
“Two days. Oh my God! Jacob is going to kill me. I was supposed
to be at work.”
“Relax. Jacob knows that you’re with us. He knows we can get
you better and protect you.”
She was silent a moment, and suddenly it dawned on her that he
was telling her what to do. Eat for nourishment, your boss knows
you’re here, you need rest—who was he to boss her around?
As he lifted the forkful of food toward her mouth, she turned her
face. “I can feed myself. Please just leave.”
Andre scrunched his eyebrows together. She could see the strong
muscles in his fingers tighten their grip on the fork. He was not a man [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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