Craved By The Highland Wolf (The Clan MacGregor Book 3) by Stephanie Marks

Author:Stephanie Marks [Marks, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Romance, Fiction, Adult, Erotic, Short Storys, Series, Clan MacGregor, Daughter, Love Match, Highlands, Myth, Whispers, Wolves, Shifters, Legend, Betrayed, Battling, Emotions, Highland Chief, War Threat, Trust, Peace, Secret, Rivalries, Mistrust, Survival, Threat, Historical
Goodreads: 26183494
Publisher: Red Dagger
Published: 2015-08-27T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

Back in our bedchamber I watched in tense silence as the housekeeper, Mrs. Fletcher, saw to Alastair’s wounds. He sat stripped to the waist, offering me a clear view of the deep, angry gashes across his chest where Graham had slashed him. The wounds had already begun to close, but I knew that I would not be able to breathe easily again until the flesh was once again smooth and unmarked.

Graham had been brought with us back to the keep and as soon as Mrs. Fletcher had seen to her chief’s wounds she would leave to see to those of the defeated challenger. Even though I was against it, I had bitten my tongue in the clearing when Alastair had commanded Donald to help Graham back to the castle with us so that he could be seen to. It worried me to think that the man who would have killed Alastair less than one short hour ago was now going to be sleeping under our roof.

“You’re a tough lad, Alastair. Your father would have been proud of ye today,” said Mrs. Fletcher as she packed up the bloody cloths and the red-tinged bowl of water that she had been using to clean Alastair’s wounds.

“Thank ye, Mrs. Fletcher. It’s kind of ye to say so,” said my husband, squeezing her hand gently.

“’Tis no kindness on my part but the simple truth. We are in troubled times, young MacGregor, but this evening ye carried yourself with honor and showed mercy where you needn’t have. He lost his challenge and in doing so his death was your due, and yet ye spared him his life. You’ve a good heart in ye, even at the most trying of times. Your father would be proud to see that.”

Mrs. Fletcher squeezed his shoulder and nodded silently to me before letting herself quietly out of the chamber.

Once she had left Alastair stood and barred the door behind her before walking over to the side table to poor himself some wine.

“Here,” I said, standing quickly and taking the pitcher from him. “Let me do that. You go sit down.”

“There’s no need to fuss over me, Glenna. I’ll be fine,” he protested, but he released his grip on the jug and allowed me to pour.

“Well, you may not need it, but maybe I do. Maybe I need to fuss over you a bit,” I said softly.

The candle flames flickered in the light breeze from the open window, throwing our shadows dancing across the walls. I watched them absently for a moment, focusing on them so that my mind wouldn’t wander back to the fight in the forest.

“For a moment there I thought that I might lose you,” I admitted, turning around to hand him the glass of wine.

The corner of his mouth turned up in a wry smile and he moved stiffly to sit on the edge of the bed before taking a deep swallow from his cup. “Did ye think that my time had come?” he asked with a hint of laughter in his voice.

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