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  “Yes. I would know. And she is your wife.” He didn’t think it was wise to tell him she was the wife to him and Drayton. He didn’t know if the loss of memory was permanent. But he did know that it could be dangerous to his family and pack if he gave Lycell too much information and he never regained his memory.

  “Then where is she? Did you at least call her before you started working on me?” he said. Wilder answered because he didn’t want Robert to anger Lycell. Robert was more or less sour on Lycell and Tracker and he might say anything.

  “Yes, she was informed, but she’s pregnant.” Robert looked to Wilder. He knew Wilder was going down a slippery slope with Lycell. Lycell wasn’t the most rational werewolf in the Samsa pack. In fact he may have been the worse yet. Even his sons didn’t have the temperament Lycell had. And when it came to Adrienne he was single-minded in his love and devotion to her. Not to mention his jealousy which even he knew had gotten out of control.

  “When will I be able to see her? I don’t want to harm my babies.” Robert’s eyes swung to Wilder. Wilder was always the one to sacrifice and once more he would be put in that position until a diagnosis of Lycell’s condition had been given.

  Robert glanced at Wilder and then looked at a satisfied Lycell. He had a look of a man who had just enjoyed a perfect dinner. “Lycell, I need to talk to your brother.”

  “Why can’t you talk in front of me?”

  Robert never one to give into Lycell because of his feelings concerning his sons, and he said, “I’m the doctor and you’re the patient. If you’re going to get well you need some rest and I’m not at liberty to explain anything to you at this time.” He turned with Lycell suspicious eyes following him, gestured and patted Wilder’s back, and led him outside.

  Closing the door behind him he said, “How long are you going to go on with this charade?”

  “I can’t risk him knowing too much about the pack. He’s not himself. You can see there’s something wrong. Do you know anyone that can give me a diagnosis of his problem and how long before he gets his memory back?”

  “I would have to call a friend I know in the neurological department at Berkley. I think I can count on him to keep your secrets.”

  “You have to be sure, Robert.”

  “I can’t be completely sure. Just like you can’t be sure that Lycell will understand in the state he’s in that those are your babies you allowed him to think is his.”

  “It wouldn’t do any good to tell him now and confuse him,” Wilder said. As soon as the words crossed his lips he knew he had made a mistake. Just how much he didn’t know. But he would soon discover.

  When Wilder looked up he saw Adrienne through the glass windows across from the nurse’s station. She was hobbling pass the stables and headed to the hospital. He had to stop her. He dashed down the hall pass the nurses’ station and out the door and caught her just as she was entering.

  “What are you doing out here? It’s too cold for you. Think about the babies.” He placed his arms around her and he could feel her shudder from the cold breeze of winter whipping through the trees and settling on them. It didn’t bother Wilder, but he knew even if Adrienne protested, she was fragile.

  “I want to see him and be with him. You have to understand, Wilder. It was you who had convinced me that I could love Lycell, too. Even as I objected. You knew I could love all of you and you were right,” Adrienne said her voice soft and tired.

  He stopped and pulled her into the stable to get her out of the way of the strong cold breeze. “Stop. I know what I did. I did it for the good of the pack and I haven’t regretted it, well not lately, but Lycell is not Lycell.”

  “What does that mean?” Her eyebrows rose staring at him confused.

  “He can’t remember anything.”

  “What about me?” She raised her voice and tried to pull away from Wilder to go to Lycell but he held her close.

  The horses who at first were asleep became disturbed. They stomped and whinnied. That noise woke the dogs in the kennels and they in turn began barking.

  “We have to get out of here. Let’s go back to the house. I can explain to you what’s going on with him.” He wrapped his warm arms around her and they walked outside. “You shouldn’t have come out in this icy weather.”

  “I’m going to turn around and go in there to see him unless you tell me what’s wrong with him.”

  “He can’t remember anything. Not his name. Nothing.”

  “But you said he remembered me.”

  “He doesn’t know your name. He described you.”

  “I have to go to him and make him remember,” she said breathless as she looked at Wilder, and she held on to his arms with both hands.

  “I’m afraid that will take time. Now I can’t tell him too much. I don’t know how he will accept it or how he will react. He assumed the babies you’re carrying are his.”

  “No. No, you didn’t tell him that, Wilder?” She grabbed Wilder and held him around his neck. She lay her head on his chest. “I never knew how generous you were until now. How could you do that? If Lycell was in your place he would never do what you just did.”

  Adrienne kissed him. The pleasure from the kiss pure and explosive. How she wished she could please Wilder tonight. But she would please him in a different way. A way that wouldn’t harm the babies.

  She would lie next to him and take his hard warm manhood and thrust it in her mouth. Hard from all the nights he just laid behind her and found satisfaction with putting it on her behind and holding her stomach.

  Now, he would protest because the pups were due anytime. Nevertheless, she desperately needed to taste the milk of his hardness in her mouth.

  “I know it was wrong to lie to him, and he wouldn’t have been as charitable to me, but he’s not in my place and I don’t know how he would behave. He’s a Samsa and he would do whatever was good for the pack, and that’s why until he is fully able to understand, we can’t tell him. He thinks he’s a man.” Wilder gave out a sad chuckle.

  “Oh, Wilder. That’s not good.” She shook her head.

  “I know. But what’s the alternative. Tell him he’s a werewolf when he doesn’t know or believe there is such a thing?”

  “I guess you’re right. But you have to take me to him. I have to explain some things that maybe only I can.” This time Wilder knew Adrienne would be more persuasive than him.

  Wilder helped Adrienne from the stable and back to the hospital. Wilder stood and watched as she ambled in the direction of Lycell’s room, after she waved to Robert.

  Robert hurried to her, “Be careful what you say to him. He may not know who he is but he hasn’t lost that arrogant hot tempered nature.”

  “I’ll be careful.” She kissed him on the cheek as Lycell raised his upper body to look at them through the window.

  When she stepped into the room, Lycell’s faced changed from pain and anguish to happiness and delight. “You’re married to me?”

  “Yes,” she said soft and warm.

  “No. I can’t believe a beautiful woman like you would put up with someone like me.”

  “Well it helps that you are rich and was the most eligible bachelor around. Well, including your brothers. You know you are triplets.”

  “I didn’t know that. You mean I look like that handsome devil who entered my room earlier saying that I was his brother.”

  “And there’s another one too. And we all live here on this estate.” Lycell sat there confused and not believing much of what she said.

  “It must be difficult. Families are notorious for not getting along. Where are their wives?”

  “They don’t have wives.” Adrienne paused trying to figure out how to break the news and there was no way to do this, so she didn’t say anything. She kissed him instead. She leaned over him and their lips touched and he felt the melting softness of her lips. Then her erotic tongue moving in his mouth excited him. He could barely contain his lust for her.

  It was a lon
g heated kiss. It was a long hard kiss, and it was a long loving kiss. Lycell kissed her like a young man who had found love for the first time and he didn’t want to let it go. Then he rubbed her stomach. Adrienne pulled away.

  She pulled away not because she had to go, but because she felt as if she had betrayed Wilder by allowing Lycell to embrace her as she was pregnant for him. But all had changed and she was trying to ease Lycell into learning about their lifestyle, and that he was indeed a werewolf.

  He would need to take baby steps, and Adrienne would need to feed him information a little at a time, and even then there was no guarantee he would get his memory back long enough to accept the reality of their lives—that he was a werewolf, and that Adrienne had become a mate to all three brothers, and he couldn’t have her whenever he wanted her during the full moon.

  As Lycell was settling in to the idea that a beautiful desirable woman is his wife, and he couldn’t wait for her to have his babies, where he could fuck her, Tracker had claimed Saadia and was ready to move on.

  Chapter 15

  Tracker inhaled and blew out a hard breath when he heard his father had been found. “Where are you going,” Saadia said returning to the apartment after taking care of Lycell.

  “I have to see my father before I leave.”

  “You intend on leaving me even after we made love and after you promised you will never leave Samsaville or me again?”

  “I meant you will always be in my heart,” he said looking for his boots.

  “Fuck you, Tracker,” she said taking off her uniform then her shoes. She stood in front of him naked. His eyes searching every part of her body. She bent down, reached for her clothes, and flung them across the room into a laundry basket.

  “Why do you talk like that? A werefemale as pretty as you shouldn’t speak to her wolf and her Alpha whom she loves in that way,” he said pulling off his pants and climbing back in bed. He patted on the bed. “You must be tired.”

  “I thought you were leaving.” She placed her hands on her hips.

  “How can I leave when you talk dirty to me? It makes my cock hard. Few females know that dirty talk turns me on. Those words makes me want to turn you over and.”

  He reached for her and flipped her into the bed and on her stomach. Then he pulled her up with that same hand and she was on her knees and he was behind her holding her breasts with both hands. Then he dropped her on her stomach face down on the mattress.

  Leaning over her he reached for her long dark hair and wrapped it around his fist. Bringing her head to him he whispered into her ear, “I want your wolf. Now.” He pushed down and nipped her butt with his sharp teeth.

  “That hurt,” she moaned.

  “I want it to hurt. I don’t want you to forget whose brand is on you.” Then he slapped her firm ass. He licked her up to her shoulders and bit her a second time.

  “Stop it you’re hurting me.”

  “I want it to hurt,” Tracker said, “If that’s what it takes to get you to give me your wolf then expect that all night until you give me what I crave.”

  Holding her by her stomach he pulled her up on all fours. Her head fell back on his chest and her breathing intensified. She closed her eyes.

  “No. You can’t do this to me again,” Saadia protested. He kissed her shoulder and her back. He sniffed her.

  Tracker loved her scent. She smelled of flowers after a bath. And she loved to stay in the shower. Her body always smelled fresh as if he was outdoors in the woods. He could close his eyes when making love to her and picture the time he played as a child in the fresh open air.

  “What am I doing to you but trying to make love to you,” Tracker said. Saadia spun around and raised her fingers and dug them into his chest. She drew blood. Tracker glanced down at the trail of blood leading down to his groin.

  “You wanted my wolf. Now you have it. When you go off to ravish those human females who you prefer over me, you will think about this night.”

  With Tracker on his knees with his eyes open and an obvious boner, Saadia grabbed his large cock and with one hand she held it massaging it and at the same time she kissed the ragged trail of scars she gave him. She loved the taste of his blood. It reminded her of her first kill as a werewolf. She sunk her teeth into his neck.

  “What the fuck are you doing to me, Saadia?” he said, his chest heaving, his eyes closed as she tormented his groan with her hand. Moving it up and down at the same time biting his chest and nipples.

  Saadia raised her head to look at him, but her hand held tight on his cock as she massaged it pushing and pulling it until she felt his warmth.

  “This is revenge for treating me like one of your bitches in high school.”

  With his head resting, his eyes closed, his mouth open, and his pelvis moving, Tracker said, “I always wanted you but you were too young. I wanted to take you and fuck your brains out but I would have ruined you. I was too large for your young body.”

  “Why are you saying this now? Why did I have to trick you to mate with me?”

  “It was your father and my father who objected.” Saadia eased down to Tracker’s cock which she held tight in her hand and placed it in her mouth.

  She licked it and said, “I could have pleased you this way if you had let me.”

  “I had too much respect for you.” Saadia stopped and stood on her knees and she glanced up at him. Tracker admitted to her, “I never wanted you to date anyone but me.”

  “You were the one that put my date’s tires on all fours just before my prom? You had a great time at yours, but you wouldn’t allow me the same fun.”

  “You are mine. That human didn’t deserve you.”

  “And I suppose I deserved to be stood up for my prom?”

  “Yes. You were the one who pretended to be a blond girl just so I wouldn’t ask anyone else out. I took you to my prom. Remember?”

  “You didn’t know it was me. Remember.”

  Tracker smiled. “You were the best fuck of my life. That’s why I can’t let anyone else have you.”

  “Do I deserve to be alone all my life? You’re not going to have me as your mate for life and you don’t want anyone else with me.” She hit him in his chest. “Fuck you, Tracker.”

  Hopping out of bed and on to the floor, Saadia walked over in a corner and retrieved Tracker’s leather jacket from a chair and threw it to him. He caught it as it was sailing pass his head and he dropped it on the floor. His jacket was seeing a lot of abuse lately, he thought.

  Leaping out after Saadia he caught her and brought her to the floor. She bit him on his shoulder as she fell on top of him. With his back on the floor and Saadia straddling him, Tracker glanced up and said, “What do you want, Saadia?”

  “You know what I want.”

  “Can we talk about it tomorrow?”

  “Will you be here tomorrow?”

  “If you want me to.” And he leaned forward and kissed her lips. Her body ached from his touch. His body ached to be inside her. Saadia had unlocked his heart and he was in danger of losing it to her. He had lost enough because he no longer wanted to leave her and that wasn’t good. At least now for a werewolf like him.

  As Tracker was discovering how much he loved Saadia, Lycell had discovered how much he loved Adrienne, and he couldn’t bare being separated from her even for a few nights.

  Chapter 16

  When Lycell woke he sat up in the day bed. Adrienne still asleep twisting and turning around in her bed trying to get comfortable. She had to be uncomfortable with the babies moving around ready to come out. She lay there holding her stomach with a furrowed brow and her breathing shallow and uneven. Then she groaned as if in pain.

  He stood up and stepped on the floor to go to her bed to comfort her. But Wilder had entered the room at the same time he reached Adrienne.

  “What are you doing, Lycell?”

  “And who are you?” Lycell said his eyes narrow with one eyebrow raised.

  “I’m Wilder your
brother, remember.”

  “I didn’t mean that. You aren’t Adrienne’s doctor and she’s my wife and she’s in pain. What are you doing in here should be my question?”

  “I came to help Adrienne. She’s due any day and I wanted to make sure she’s alright,” Wilder said.

  “Who gave you the right to see about Adrienne?” Lycell questioned.

  “You’re sick and you can’t do anything yet. You should be in a hospital bed.” Wilder said with a pacifying tone.

  “Who says I’m sick?” Lycell questioned Wilder.

  “You had a bullet wound. You’ve stayed days in the snow and freezing cold. You were in a wreck. Should I go on?” Wilder’s eyes focused on Lycell’s chest.

  Lycell’s eyes following Wilder’s down to his shoulder trying to imagine how he could have gotten shot. “And when you left here you had a truck. Samsaville’s sheriff located a signal from the truck. It appears you drove the truck off the road coming from Lake Tahoe. Do you remember any of that?”

  He shook his head and turned feebly back to the bed and climbed in. Wilder strolled over to the bed Adrienne slept in and watched at her. Lycell looked at Wilder. It was obvious. Wilder is in love with her, he thought. And it’s more than concern for his brother’s wife that brought him in her room. It went deeper, and it became troubling for Lycell to grasp.

  “You’re in love with my wife. Where is your wife? Don’t you think you should get you a wife and stop trying to take mine? We’re having a baby.”

  “No. Not exactly.” Lycell ears perked up. “You’re having more than one. Four I think the doctor said.”

  “Then that seals it. You should have your own children. Wilder.” Lycell’s voice mocking and stiff.

  “I have my own children. I have two sons. Hunter and Devin,” Wilder said his tone cold.

  “Where are they and where is their mother?”

  Wilder would only answer half the question hoping that would satisfy Lycell. “My sons are living in Samsaville.”