When Jessa Talbot’s boss offered her a promotion, she agreed—no questions asked. Her family needed the money, but fighting the attraction she feels for her brooding employer is tough. Worse, she instantly bonds with his infant son she’s caring for. But this is a temporary solution and she can’t get attached to either of them.
Finnegan Dean is cursed. He’s a nicely dressed monster, the wolf inside always looking for a way out. But there are two things he and his wolf agree on. They must protect baby Oscar and Jessa—his mate. While the wolf hungers to seal their bond, Finn fights the instinct. After all, if he really cares for her, he’d never doom her to the life he lives.
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When he rolled onto his back, he pulled her against him. His arms were steel bands, holding her tightly. She placed a hand on his chest, stroking the place over his thundering heart and burying her face against his side.
It was enough for now that he was here, safe in her arms. Any questions she had could wait.
She looked up at him.
His hand smoothed the hair from her face, his eyes exploring every feature.
“What is it?” she asked, smiling.
He shook his head. “I want to look at you.”
“You missed me?” she asked.
He arched a brow, his jaw clenching tightly before he managed, “You could say that.”
Her attention wandered to the scratches. She traced four fingers along the ridges. Claw marks, and several puncture marks on his forearm. She sat up, her attention wandering along his thighs. “Stitches?” she asked, looking at him.
But he was too busy staring at her, and the tenderness on his face made her ache.
“Finn,” she whispered, watching the shift of emotion on his features. Whatever he was thinking, he seemed at a loss to express it.
“What happened?” she asked, scooting closer and taking his hands in hers.
His gaze locked with hers. “We killed them.”
Her chest hurt.
“I killed them,” he clarified.
Jessa didn’t know what to say. Her heart was lodged in her throat.
“Mal was scouting. Anders and Dante were still inside.”
He ran a hand over his face. “I saw them… They asked where Oscar was. Where you were. Said things that made my blood boil. I saw red. The wolf…” He broke off.
Her hands tightened around him. “Mal said there were eight of them?”
He shook his head, his attention shifting to their hands. “Seven.”
She swallowed. He fought them alone? “And Anders…Dante… Surely they heard—”
“They showed up but…” He couldn’t look her in the eye.
“It was already over.” He wasn’t proud. He seemed almost ashamed.
“You did what you had to do,” she said softly.
He looked at her, then. “Did I?”
She cradled his face in her hands. “You protected your pack, Finn. And I love you for it.”