“What?”
“Her scent. The not wolf is almost gone.”
“That’s a good thing, isn’t I?”
“I’m not so sure,” he says cryptically.
“Huh?”
“Smell. Push past the medicinal scent.”
“I don’t think we should take liberties like this, Lev.”
“Humor me.”
Sighing, I lean down. I’m struck stupid by Lily of the Valley and vetiver. It’s intoxicating. My mouth waters and I inhale another whiff. Unable to resist, I bury my nose in the crook of her neck. Closing my eyes, I feel my entire body attune to the curvy woman lying between my older brother and me.Where she belongs.
The stray thought is alarming. Sitting up, I jerk away, rocking the chair back on two legs. I want to bathe in her scent and mingle it with my own.Shit.I look at Lev. “Is she?”
“Yeah.” Lev nods.
Dahlia approaches with a warm smile. Her shoulder-length black hair is streaked with gray, but the golden-brown skin on her round face is still smooth despite being sixty-five.
“I see our new guest is sleeping.”
“I gave her the detox like you said, but things went wrong.” Moss paces back and forth in front of the doorway.
Dahlia hums. “Boys, can you give us room?”
“No.”
Dahlia tilts her head. “Lev. What’s going on?”
“We’re not going to cause her pain when we can prevent it,” I add.
“Explain.” Dahlia’s dark brown eyes are sharp, and she nods as she takes in our recollections of the day.
“Her body’s been suppressed for too long. Her wolf wants out, and her body is trying to recalibrate itself to where it should’ve been years ago.”
“What does that have to do with them?” Moss asks.
Dahlia smiles. “I think we all know what’s happening here.”
“No. Brook knows nothing about mates or heat. You have to stop this.” Moss pleads
I snarl at Moss. Lev stands, eyes flickering amber.
“That would do more harm than good.” Dahlia shakes her head. “This needs to happen.”
“She’s supposed to have a choice.” Moss blinks. Tears roll down her cheeks. The distress is sour, and I wrinkle my nose.
“You will not keep me from my mate.” Lev’s voice is guttural, and the rumbling in his chest carries a warning.
“No one is going to take Brook from you,” Dahlia glances from Lev to me. “Either of you.”
“Damn straight,” I agree. My wolf has caught the scent of his intended, and the human is fading into the background.
“I won’t sit here and let you violate her.” Moss shakes her head. “You’re supposed to be better than the Fellowship.”