Compromising Positions by Selena Kitt

Author:Selena Kitt [Kitt, Selena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Historical, Scottish, Military, Paranormal, Romantic Comedy, Vampires, Historical Romance, Angels, Demons & Devils, Psychics, Werewolves & Shifters, Witches & Wizards
Amazon: B00YSJO86G
Publisher: Excessica Publishing
Published: 2015-06-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

“Raife, I can’na go back wit’ ye.” Kirstin wrung her hands, meeting her pack leader’s concerned gaze with her own pleading one. “He’s me one true mate.”

Raife scowled at her over the breakfast table, although she wasn’t surprised. He wore a scowl most of the time now. They were leaving on the morrow, and still, his face hadn’t cracked a smile. She couldn’t believe he was still holding out, keeping his mate at arm’s length. This was their last-ditch effort to bring the two of them together, and it had better work, because they’d run out of other options.

Unless they locked them in a room together that neither could escape, she couldn’t fathom any other plan but this one.

“He’s not a wulver,” Raife protested, glancing over at his brother, Darrow, who snorted at this from behind his mug of mead. Laina just looked into her bowl of meal, scraping the bottom brown bits, ignoring Raife’s cool look in their direction.

Kirstin had to point out the obvious. “Neither’s Sibyl”

“We’re talkin’ about ye, nuh me.” Raife’s scowl deepened. And here she thought that wasn’t even possible.

“I love ’im.” Kirstin confessed, glancing up as Moira brought a bowl of hard-boiled eggs to the table. It was dangerous, telling Raife this in front of Moira and the servant girls who hurried around bringing food out to the gathering hall and the people there. The wulvers ate in the kitchen with the servants, not because they were forced to, but to avoid the stares and whispers of most of the MacFalons.

Raife frowned, but for the first time, he looked like he was taking her seriously. “You’ve given yerself t’him?”

She nodded, glancing at her sister. “Laina says I’ll go into estrus soon.”

“But ye can’na ’ave bairns wit’ this man,” Raife reminded her, his voice soft, more concerned than angry now.

“Aye.” She swallowed, nodding again.

“And he knows that?”

“Aye.”

“Kirstin, he’s the laird of Clan MacFalon.” Raife reached across the table to take her hand in his. “How well d’ye think those people out there’re goin’ to accept ye? They do’na e’en like havin’ us eatin’ at t’same table beside ’em.”

What he said was true and made her eyes fill with tears. Raife frowned at that and sighed, watching her tears fall into her lap as she lowered her head, letting a dark curtain of hair hide her face.

“Kirstin, I’m not sayin’ it t’be cruel,” he murmured. She knew he wasn’t, and his kindness and sympathy hurt more than anything else. Raife had been chosen their pack leader for a reason. He was both intelligent and shrewd, and he almost always knew the right thing to do—unless it involved his own love life, apparently. “Besides, I do’na b’lieve King Henry’ll e’er allow the match.”

“But he upheld t’wolf pact.” She lifted her tear-filled gaze to meet his.

“There’s a difference a’tween livin’ peacefully alongside wulvers and marryin’ them, ye ken?” He squeezed her small hands in his giant ones. “But if it’s what ye really want, I’ll n’stop ye.”

“Thank ye.” Kirstin’s lower lip trembled.

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