Discovering the man who once rescued her meets all the qualifications of a monster, a young Eden flees. Pregnant and scared, she meets Edward, a knight in shining armor. But his promises aren’t all they seem. As her hero turns into a villain, Eden again flees, this time in fear for her child’s life. With luck and money fading, Eden is forced to return to the place she once fled—and the only man who can provide protection for her child.
Jake mourned the loss of his mate when she abandoned him and always hoped for her return. Imagine his surprise when she turns up at his birthday party like a long awaited present. Anger and hope war as he sorts through his feelings and comes to the only conclusion possible—until the truth of the child is dropped in his lap.
Will Jake offer the child the security and protection her terrified mother so desperately seeks? And does Eden have the courage to face a living, breathing werewolf?
He almost hadn't recognized his own mate. She had aged a bit. It wasn't surprising since humans tended to grow old a lot faster than his kind. He could slow the aging though, if Eden would allow it. He knew she wouldn't. Wasn't that the message his mate had conveyed when she hightailed it out of here as though there was a bomb up her ass and an explosive ordinance disposal unit in the next state? If it wasn't, the woman had a real strange way of showing her unconditional love and acceptance.
His mate looked the same, yet didn't. Older, more mature, she had an air of responsibility about her that wasn't present before. He should have expected that. She had a daughter now. She'd also gained a few pounds. The way people were these days about weight, Eden probably figured the pounds would keep her safe from him if she showed up carrying a little extra meat on her bones. Little did the minx know that his people regarded curves on a woman as sexy. Jake hadn't thought it was possible, but his mate was more desirable now than she had been eight years ago. He pressed his hand against his cock. At the moment, he wanted nothing more than to run around behind some bushes and whip out his cock to take the edge off his nearly uncontrollable lust before she got here.
He grimaced with self-disgust as his cock bucked behind his zipper at the thought. What did he expect? Just because his mate had finally gotten around to coming back home, it didn't mean she was going to drop to the ground and let him mount her. Eden, never one to let him stay above her for long, would never stand for a position of submissiveness, though that was just what he needed now. He needed his mate naked and below him while he buried himself balls deep into her tight cunt.
How many times had he dreamed of Eden over the years? How many times had he settled for the empty release of jerking off to her scent because she didn't have the courage to stick around eight years ago?
Jake shook his head. No. Now wasn't the time to think about shit like this. What he needed to think about was what made her leave, why would the woman of his dreams, his mate, feel the need to run from him, leaving town without a word--without a trace? What had he done to frighten her other than to tell the woman he planned to spend the rest of his life loving what he was? Was that so bad? He had never raised a hand to her in anger. In fact, he had taken care of Eden when he found her cold and alone, barely eighteen as well as living in the streets.
Another question. Who did she run to? Who took his place in Eden's life? Who gained his woman's trust enough to plant a seed in her womb so soon after she left while he sat here, his mate gone, living in the hell of forced celibacy? More importantly, who was the man he would kill for fucking his mate?
Jake thought about the little girl Eden had birthed in her absence. The child must resemble her dad. The girl didn't look like a bit her mother that was for sure. At least the color of her deep brown hair was nothing like her mother's lighter brown. He didn't remember seeing the color of her eyes, but was certain they weren't the same vivid violet that Eden had. No, the girl definitely took on her father's characteristics. The rat bastard.
Rage, unlike anything he had ever felt before surged, through him. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Eden was his mate, his woman. What's more, she should have had his child. By all rights, that girl should belong to him. Given his way, she would. The girl's mother belonged to him, belonged with him and, as such, Eden's children would become his own. For him, there was no other. He was Alpha wolf of the Night Forest Clan. He and his people mated for life.