Page 33 of Pack Baby for the Bratva
“For scaring you.”
His mouth brushed her temple. “You didn’t scare us.”
I glanced in the mirror.
He was lying, obviously. We’d all been terrified that something was wrong. But the expression on his face said he knew she didn’t need that truth handed back to her right now.
“I’m just glad we found you in time,” he finished. “And now we’re here to look after you.”
“You really are?”
“Of course, Maeve. Do you doubt us?”
She looked between us all as I neared the curb and whispered, “I just want alphas who want me.”
“We want you,” I said.
“More than you realize,” Gregor added.
“You’re ours,” Artem finished.
Her shoulders relaxed as she smiled.
When we pulled up outside the Highland Bean, Gregor was out before I’d fully stopped. He checked the street, the pavement, the stairs, the weather, possibly the structural integrity of the building. Nothing surprised me.
Artem helped Maeve out of the car.
She looked up at the dark windows of the flat. Then at us. Three men crowding the pavement around her like we could build a wall out of sheer intent.
“This is...” She blew out a breath. “A bit much.”
It was. She wasn’t wrong.
I stepped closer, keeping my voice light because she looked one strong emotion away from crying or stabbing someone. “We want you to come to London. Our home.”
Her brows lifted. “I have a cafe.”
This was an omega who ran, so gentle was the way to her heart, not our usual tactics.
“Just until the baby comes,” I said. “Then decide whatever you like. Stay. Go. Throw us all out dramatically. But let us help until then.”
It was a lie, of course. We were never letting her go.
Her gaze moved from me to Artem, to Gregor, then back again.
“Fergus is family.” No instant happily-ever-after because we had one hospital scare and suddenly understood each other perfectly.
“He is,” I added. Still not pushing.
Her gaze met mine. “I’ll think about it. I just need some space and time to think.”
“We’ll stay while you do.”
“Just in case we need to rush you to the hospital again,” Artem said as he stayed at her side on the stairs with a hand warm at her back.
“Of course,” she replied.
Gregor held the door and smiled at me as I carried the bag and hovered near her elbow in case she so much as blinked wrong.
