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Chapter 25
The pain in Jeremy’s eyes tore Isabella in two, making her question all the truths he left unspoken, but what he had said vibrated through her, awakening her reason
like a tuning fork. She couldn’t tell this cowboy she was pregnant with his child. Not when he viewed her as an outsider, thought so little of her, all because she’d been born a Rogue.
I thought you were different. She wanted to scream it at him from the mountaintops.A familiar ache filled her whenever she looked at him now—a deep-seated longing. It started in her chest and resonated down to the heavy feeling in her womb. He was right, though she’d never admit it. Choosing to have a child might not have been a mindful decision, but she’d always wanted a family, children, and a partner to call her own and a pack to belong to, but as a Rogue, she’d never have those things, not even with this wild, feral Grey Wolf who made her feel things she hadn’t known s
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Isabella rested on Jeremy’s couch, fuming for what felt like hours. With each passing minute, her frustration with her current situation mounted. Why had she ever thought it would be a good idea to come here? It had been an ill-planned choice.Like some other ill-planned choices. Her hand drifted to her belly.No use crying over spilled milk now. There wasn’t much she could do about the pregnancy other than take care of herself, because she had no intention of ending it. This was her chance to have a family of her own—with or without Jeremy.She leaned into the sofa cushions with a sigh.He’d changed. The man who had shown her mercy on the mountainside was no more, or at least he was buried deeper under the hardened exterior of a cowboy turned warrior. But how could he not be? After what they’d done to him.I did die. Twice. His words tore through her.She shuddered at the thought.The door to his apartme
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“You look like a Hells Angel wearing a tux.” Jeremy yanked at the satin material of Wes’s tie, straightening it for the umpteenth time. He wrinkled his nose in disdain as he examined his friend and fellow packmate standing before him. Wes Calhoun looked about as right in a suit and tie as a pig did in a tutu, and thanks to Layla’s latest pet antics—a “teacup pig” she’d affectionately taken in and named Tucker—it hadn’t been that long since Jeremy had seen such a sight.Wes grumbled as Jeremy straightened his collar. “Coming from you, that’s rich.” Jeremy knew he wasn’t much cut out for the suit-and-tie business either. He was far more at home in his old ranch jeans and a T-shirt, or on the occasion he was feeling fancy, a button-down or a flannel. At least the bride had allowed them to don dress Stetsons, though the groom’s appeared to be MIA at the moment,revealing a mop of mess
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Ten minutes later, Jeremy was seriously regretting the preliminary nature of that thought. All the pack was in attendance. Hundreds of Grey Wolves sat in folding chairs decorated with white satin covers and yellow silk bows, waiting for the ceremony to begin. The wooden trellis under which they sat was decorated with twinkling lights and arrangements of gerbera daisies and sunflowers. The air bustled with anticipation.Everyone appeared happy, content, excited. Everyone except the two men standing beside Jeremy. He stood next to Wes and Naomi’s brother, Jacob Evans, a hulking, human ex-Marine and cowboy, who from the scowl plastered across his face was every bit as thrilled with his sister’s pending nuptials as he was with the fact that her groom was a werewolf.Wes didn’t look that much better.“Apparently you didn’t succeed in talking her out of it,” Wes smirked.“No.” The answer from Jacob made it clear h
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At least she didn’t have to wear heels. Isabella crossed her legs at the ankles, thankful for the comfort of the crafted brown-leather cowgirl boots she was wearing. She’d been trying to imagine all the ways the evening could possibly be worse, but at this point, the heels were about all she could think of.Following the sunset ceremony, the wedding party and guests had been led toan outdoor reception area for dinner and dancing. A wide garden trellis covered in hundreds of glittering lights lit up the night and the dance floor. Tables with white linen tablecloths and bouquets of giant yellow sunflowers provided seating.Isabella slumped down in her chair and tried to shrink behind the table’s centerpiece, but she knew she was failing—miserably. Every time she moved, the halter neckline of the too-tight bridesmaid’s dress pushed the large expanse of her cleavage forward, placing her breasts front and center.As if she’
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Isabella couldn’t quite remember how she and Jeremy separated. He might have muttered some vague excuse to release her as someone called out his name, but the next thing she knew, she was standing alone on the dance floor. Her head was still as clouded as if he were still in front of her.“May I cut in?”The question came from behind her. Before she could answer, she was in someone’s arms again, and they were definitely not Jeremy’s.“Wes,” she breathed.“Isabella,” he acknowledged, sweeping her onto the dance floor at arm’s length. Her stomach churned. Caught up in a dance with him, there was no way toescape. And she knew full well that had been his intention.“Shouldn’t you be dancing with your bride?” she asked. It was a pathetic attempt, but she had to try.He nodded to where Naomi was dancing with a man who was clearly related to her. “She’s da
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“What did you say to her?” Jeremy snarled at Wes.Moments earlier, he’d watched Isabella run from the party like someone had lit a fire beneath her boots. Something had spooked her, and considering Wes had pulled her into a sudden—albeit brief—dance moments before that, he had an idea exactly who the culprit was.“Nothing awful. Just told her if she crossed you, I’d turn her in myself.” Jeremy glared at Wes as if he were about to rip his head off.Wes frowned. “She’s Wild Eight, Jeremy. That’s my game, and you know it. What do you want her for anyway?”Since the Wild Eight’s dissolution, Wes had been in charge of the few prisoners who’d surrendered themselves to the pack. They were attempting to reintegrate them as Grey Wolves, but it would be a long process before they were fully involved in pack life.Lifelong allegiances didn’t disappear overnight.Jer
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Jeremy paced across his apartment again. It was likely the hundredth time he’d done so in the past fifteen minutes. Much more, and he’d wear a hole in the floor. Isabella huddled on the sofa, an old quilt Sonya had once made for him wrapped around her shoulders and a mug of Earl Grey sweetened with honey in her hands. The mug, a previous Christmas gag gift from Sierra, read At Least I’m Good Looking… He may not have spent more than his first five years with his birth mother, but he knew from when she’d come home from meeting with Nolan that there was little that wasn’t made better by the soothing qualities of a blanket and a steaming beverage in hand.Jeremy had instructed his men to search every inch of the Grey Wolf lands. Luckily, the music had drowned out the ruckus and they were able to use the guards on hand, so the incident hadn’t interrupted the wedding, and thankfully Isabella wasn’t injured, just shaken up.His
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“Who told you?” Jeremy snarled.Anger radiated off him, feral and palpable. The tension between them was so thick, Isabella could have cut it with the knife at his belt.“Who told you?” he growled again.“So you’re not denying it?” Her worst fear was confirmed. A complicatedswirl of emotions hit her. Anger, hurt, fear, pain. How could he have been lying to her this whole time?“I may not have been forthcoming from the start, Isabella, but I’m no liar.” The vein in Jeremy’s temple ticked a strained beat. He looked ready to tear into something, to maim, to kill.She didn’t know how she hadn’t seen it before. The violence in him he barely contained, the rage of an alpha male. It was so Wild Eight; he reeked of it.“No one living knows about this. Not Maverick. Not Sierra. Not even Wes, and the man’s my brother.”Isabella harbored more than a
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