but—”
“And you should have it.” The baby kicked hard, and she winced. “I think you deserve to have your chance to have it. From what you’ve told me, Warrick is a horrible beast of a man who needs to be put down.”
“Yes,” he said slowly, as if he sensed the trap she was setting.
“If you want to try and get the other wolves to be in your pack and fight Warrick, go for it.” She stood and looked down at him. “But I can’t be around for it.”
“Kyla.” Devan jumped to his feet. Before she could react, he enveloped her in a strong embrace. “Warrick is on the move, prowling around. I’ve sent Erik to keep an eye on them, and he managed to get close enough to overhear that he is planning on hunting both of us down no matter how long it takes him. A few of my other siblings might have been grumbling, I’m not sure, but he feels threatened for some reason, that’s obvious. Running away from him won’t solve anything and fighting him will.”
His spicy scent engulfed her, and she breathed in deeply, snuggling her head into his chest. Most days they spent together now, more at her place than his, but nights he devoted to trying to find protection. His newest pack member, Greg, had been the one to tell Devan about this group of alpha-less wolves. He didn’t know how they came to be stranded, but the why didn’t really matter.
“Fighting him,” she repeated. “Only winning will. But it won’t be enough.” Tears burned her eyes, and she forced them aside. She was too strong to cry. “Is that going to be our lives from now on? Either being on the run, trying to cover our tracks so we can’t be hunted and prey upon, or fighting battle after battle with werewolves and werecoyotes and any other weres who learn about the baby?”
He stiffened slightly and pulled back. His firm hand cupped and lifted her chin so she could see him. “It’s not going to be easy. We both know that. But…” His hand slid down and touched her protruding belly.
She grabbed his wrist and swallowed hard. “If it weren’t for this… for the baby… I never would’ve come back for you.” It wasn’t an easy thing to admit.
“If you had told me your last name, I would’ve tracked you down.”
Kyla jerked back, breaking contact from him. “You would’ve?”
“Yes. I kept returning to the bar, hoping to see you. Kyla, what we had was something special. Not just the sex. It was the beginning of something. The beginning of us. You had your secret and I had mine, but the more I spend time with you, the more I get to know you, the happier I am that you’re the one to carry my baby.” He stared at her with emotion in his brown eyes.
“A few times… I like to drive around aimlessly, you know, without a destination in mind. It’s just something I do. And a few times after… I realized I was driving toward the bar.” She felt sheepish for admitting this, had thought herself crazy the five times she recognized where she was headed. Each time, she stopped herself and turned around. If she had gone back inside, if he had been waiting for her, they might have gotten together sooner. Eventually, they would have learned each other’s secrets, but what if they had fallen in love first?
Love. She already loved the baby she was carrying. And it just might be that she was falling for the father. She cared for Devan deeply, and she ran the very real risk of falling in love with him. That would only further complicate matters, wouldn’t it?
Devan’s grin widened, and he looked like a wolf who brought his alpha female an animal for her to feast on. “See? I don’t know about you, but I don’t believe in coincidences.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Wolves believe in fate?”
“I don’t know about fate, but I think we were meant to be together.”
The sound of that both amazed and alarmed her. “Meant to die together you mean,” she said bitterly. Who was she trying to fool? Love couldn’t enter the equation.