Guarded By the Wolf: Werewolf Romance

by Luna Lucas

  They would come through the house, their pale skin and bright eyes still fresh with wonder and hope. They were always beautiful and always naïve. There were moments when I considered warning them about the wasp nest they were walking into, but I soon realized that Reynold was far kinder to these women than he was to me.

  For a long time, I could not figure out why. I wasn’t jealous of these women; I was simply curious as to why they were treated so much better than I was. Then it dawned on me. They weren’t tied to him. They could leave whenever they wanted, and there wasn’t much he could do about it. I was at his mercy, but he was at theirs. They were beautiful young, supple things that would give him what his wife wouldn’t as long as he was willing to buy them dresses and carriage rides. I didn’t think poorly of them, but I was silently grateful that I didn’t fall into their ranks.

  On the days he wasn’t in the house, I snuck out to spend time with Liam. The maids and other house staff never spoke a word of it to Reynold. They despised him as much as I did and wanted me to be happy. They knew I would only find that outside the walls of my gilded cage.

  Liam was a man with a big heart and gentle hands. When he kissed me, my heart leapt out of my chest and in his arms I felt safe. We talked about our hopes and dreams, and he held me in the sweet-smelling fields. Winter was nearly upon us, and while nature seemed to shrivel around us, our love was beginning to flower and bloom.

  The wind outside was blowing dead leaves off tree branches, and I wrapped my shawl around my shoulders, poking the fire in the library. My husband left me to my own devices but was happy to give me as much spending money as I wanted. It wasn’t that he cared about me or my wants or needs. All he cared about was that I could spend his money and make him look good. So, I turned his parlor into a small library and filled it with as many books as I could get my hands on.

  There was a knock on the door, and I jumped up, a bright smile crossing my face as I all but ran to the front door and threw it open to reveal Liam. He was dressed in what he always wore, though he had a coat thrown over his simple linen shirt and a woven scarf wrapped around his neck. Our area of California got a bit chilly in the winter, but it rarely snowed.

  I ushered Liam inside and closed the door, sliding the bolt lock to make sure that my husband could not come in unannounced. I turned around, and before I could even greet him, Liam pulled me close and dipped me down, kissing me with such passion that it stole my breath away. I relaxed into his arms, grinning into the kiss and wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders.

  Once I was back on my feet I laughed, my cheeks pinkened from the kiss. “Well, hello to you too,” I teased softly.

  He grinned playfully and tipped his hat to me before taking it off completely and setting it on the little table beside the door. “Sorry, darlin’. It’s been too long since I’ve kissed you.”

  I chuckled and just shook my head, offering my hand to him. He took it, his fingers curling around mine. “It’s only been three days,” I said, though I’d missed him just as much.

  “Three days too many,” he murmured as I led him into my sanctuary.

  He looked around and whistled, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He hadn’t been in this part of the house yet and seemed impressed. “This is nice. Doesn’t look like the rest of the house.”

  “That’s because I designed it,” I said, patting a chaise.

  He cocked a brow and crossed the room, settling in the velvet covered seat and leaning against the high back. “You have an eye for it.”

  “Design?” I asked, closing the doors and drawing the curtains.

  “Absolutely,” he said, watching me closely.

  I returned to the chaise and settled against him, a worn book in my hands. It was relatively new, but I’d already read it at least a dozen times. He hummed and brushed some hair out of my face.

  “What are we reading today, love?”

  We spent our days together riding horses and spending time in the sunlight, though a lot of that time was also spent reading. Liam wasn’t completely illiterate, but he struggled with novels. He was learning more and more every day and loved showing off his newly learned skill. When he stumbled across a word, I’d help him, though it rarely happened anymore. Now we took turns reading chapter after chapter. He was the only man in my life who’d ever encouraged my love of reading.

  “It’s called ‘Journey to the Center of the Earth’,” I said excitedly. “It’s very good.”

  “You read it without me?” He gasped, pretending to be scandalized.

  I laughed and smacked his chest lightly. “You took too long to get here! Besides, I’ve read it a dozen times, and it’s been good. I’m sure it will still be good the thirteenth time as well.”

  He hummed and looked at me with scrutiny. His brows knitted together to feign concern. “I suppose you’re the one who suffers if it isn’t as good the thirteenth time.”

  He draped his arm around me and pulled me close to him, rubbing my shoulder gently. We read by the firelight, pressed against each other and enjoying the warmth that radiated off one another. Between the fire and our body heat, we easily fought the chill coming through the cracks in the windows and doors. It felt good to be pressed against him, and I could feel a stirring in my belly that I only felt with him. They were feelings I never thought I’d feel at all considering my violent wedding night experience. I never thought that I would feel burning desire for anyone.

  The longer we read and the longer I was pressed against him, the more I wanted him. I licked my lips, not focused on the words that were falling from his mouth. I knew this story backwards and forwards, but I could not bring myself to actually listen. My stomach was in knots, and I could feel a quiver of pleasure working its way down my spine

  I looked up at him as he snapped the book closed, smiling down at me. “It’s a good book. I like the story. I like that Frankenstein book we read too.”

  “You like dark stories and adventurous stories,” I hummed.

  “I do, but there’s something I’m far more interested in,” he murmured.

  I looked up at him with wide eyes. “There is?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “What Is it?”

  He gripped my chin between his fingers, brushing at my jaw with his thumbs. “Do you really not know?” he whispered.

  “I want to hear it from you. I want to hear it come from your lips,” I pleaded.

  He smiled and leaned in so close that I could feel his warm breath on my own lips. “You,” he whispered.

  Within seconds I found myself in a deep kiss with Liam, my hair coming loose and fanning out around me. We pulled away from each other, and he was staring into my eyes with that same intensity that always caught me off guard. I could hardly breathe and found myself staring right back at him, my lips moist, and my words stuck in my throat.

  I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him down for a long, hungry kiss. I got lost in that moment and in that kiss. He supported himself with one arm while the other hand traced down the soft curve of my neck. My skin was flushed pink and my heart beating wildly.

  Then his fingers brushed over my belly.

  I’d had to stop wearing a corset because of the baby, but I still wasn’t big enough to show through the many layers of cloth that made up my dress. Even though the bump was rather small, it was finally starting to show, and it made me hyper-aware of the fact that I was hiding this from him. He was such a good man and yet here I was, lying and hiding things from him. Our affair had essentially started with a lie, and I knew it could not continue.

  I reached up and put my hands on his shoulders, giving a forceful push. He broke away from me and stared down, smiling. When he ducked down for another kiss I put my hand over his mouth, and the concern became etched on his face. He looked down at me, his eyes searching my face for something, most likely an answer.

  “We…have to stop,” I whispered.

  “What? Is it because of Reynold?�
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  I shook my head slowly, closing my eyes and running my fingers down his chest in an attempt to comfort him. “Shhh. Just…help me sit up?”

  He pulled me up so that we were sitting, pressed against each other’s side. He looked down and stroked the hair from my face. “What’s the matter, Mariana?”

  I looked up at him, feeling as if I were going to choke on my unspoken words. I looked away for a moment and then back at him, my hands folded neatly in my lap. “There’s something you need to know. It’s unfair for us to continue with this…relationship until you know the truth.”

  His face dropped and he frowned deeply, staring at me. “Mariana?”

  “I’m…I’m-,” I could not get the words out.

  He reached out and took my hands, running his fingers over my knuckles. “It’s alright, darlin’,” he said softly. “It’s alright. You can tell me anything.”

  I closed my eyes, knowing I could not look him in the face when I told him. I could not bear to see the look of disappointment and rejection in his face.

  “I’m carrying his child.”

  He was silent for a long moment. Even though my eyes were closed, I could feel his eyes burning into me, and it made my chest ache. I opened my eyes and glanced up at him, swallowing the panic. I wanted him to say something, anything. I wanted him to scream, throw things and let me feel his anger. Anything but the silent stare that was trained on me. I looked away again, my eyes wide and my heart pounding in my chest. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

  Finally, he reached out and forced me to face him. “I understand that you are his by law. You are his wife, and I know that there are certain things you must do, and I know that one of those things is bearing him a child,” he murmured, stroking my cheeks. “When we started this, I understood what it was, and I knew that you might have his child, but that doesn’t matter,” he said, scooting closer. “The only thing that matters is whether or not you love him. Do you love him?”

  “No!” I said quickly, putting my hands on his cheeks. “No! Not at all. This is something I was forced into!”

  He nodded and put his hands over mine. “I know. I know, darlin’.” He pressed his lips to mine tenderly and sighed. “I won’t abandon you. I want to be there for you and your baby. I’m going to get you both out of here. I don’t know how yet, but I’m going to do it.”

  I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, taking a shuddering breath. “You’re a good man, Liam. You give me hope.”

  “Hope?” he asked, pulling back and cupping my cheek.

  I nodded and leaned into his hand, sighing as my eyes fluttered closed for a moment. “You give me hope that this isn’t what my life is meant to be,” I said, motioning around us. “I feel trapped in here, but with you, I feel free.”

  He smiled and kissed my forehead. “You are free, darlin’. You just haven’t learned to fly yet.”

  I nodded and leaned back into him as he wrapped his arms around me and offered the book to me. I took it and opened to the next chapter, my cheeks flushing when his hands rested on my belly. It made me feel better about my uncertain future. I was still terrified, of course, but at least I knew he was here to stay.

  There were moments where I questioned his loyalty. I could not help but wonder if he really was as dedicated as he said he was. My trust in men had been broken bit by bit, but Liam made me believe that there were good men out there.

  I turned and caught his lips in a tender kiss, my eyes fluttering as I looked up at him. “Thank you, Liam.”

  He just offered me that same crooked smile and shrugged. “You don’t got to thank me, darlin’.”

  I put my head on his shoulder and looked over at him. “I want the rest of my life to be like this. I hope that one day I can be this happy all the time.”

  He kissed the top of my head. “I know it seems impossible, but I promise that you will be. Even if it’s not with me, I will make sure you’re happy.”

  I looked up at him for a long moment and cupped his cheek. “I don’t think I could be this happy without you.”

  He smiled and kissed the open palm of my hand. “Then one day, I will take you away from this place and give you the life you deserve.”

  I smiled almost sadly, afraid to let myself truly believe it. It seemed so far away and so impossible. But I wanted to believe him. “Promise?” I whispered.

  “Promise.”

  Chapter Ten

  Christmas was just around the corner, and I was happy to be decorating the house. Christmas always made me forget my worries and this year was no different. My belly was growing rounder and rounder as each day passed and as it did, I could feel the beginning of excitement building in my chest. The idea of raising a child had been terrifying once, but now Liam was offering me something I’d never had before. He was offering me a future and the chance at having the family I’d always wanted. I didn’t know when, but I believed he would take me away.

  I hummed softly as I hung delicate glass decorations from the branches of the full fir tree that Reynold purchased. He simply shook his head and called it an eye sore before leaving the house to spend the evening with one of his many mistresses. I didn’t care if he didn’t see the purpose of a Christmas tree. I wasn’t decorating the house for him. I was doing it for me.

  “Be careful with the blue ones, Liam. They’re very expensive,” I said, reaching out so that Liam could place another ornament in my hand.

  I was perched carefully on a ladder, hanging decorations on the very top branches of the tree while Liam watched me with uncertainty, clearly uncomfortable with the fact that I was on a ladder.

  “I ain’t worried about the ornaments,” he grumbled.

  I smiled and turned to face him, resting my chin in my hand, grinning brightly. I felt lighter when I was with Liam. It was like I was floating.

  “No?”

  “Of course not. I’m worried about you,” he said firmly, not as amused as I was.

  “I’m fine, Liam,” I assured, reaching out for another decoration.

  The fire crackled on the far end of the room, and the smell of fresh quail filled the house. The entire house was filled with the ambiance of the holidays, and it made me feel warm and safe. I was starting to feel more at ease in the house now that Liam was around and Reynold was ignoring me completely. It was as if my pregnancy made me invisible to him. I would never stop being thankful for that.

  Liam was inspecting the glass ornament carefully, his brows pulled together and his face set in a deep frown.

  “What’s the matter?” I asked gently, walking down the ladder so that I could press my hands to his face.

  He was silent for a long moment before bringing the gold foiled ornament between us. “I…will never be able to buy you things like this, darlin’. I do alright for myself, and I got some money saved up for when we bust out of here, but…I’ll never be able to buy you nice dresses and fancy ornaments.”

  I frowned deeply and put my hands on my hips. “Do you think that little of me, Liam?” I asked, shaking my head.

  His eyes widened, and he looked as if he might drop the ornament, but decided against it and carefully sat it in the little box he’d pulled it out of. Once his hands were free, he took mine between his and kissed each knuckle.

  “You’re my sun and moon, darlin’. I think the world of you!” he said quickly.

  “Listen, Liam,” I said, pulling him over to the small couch in the parlor. “I have always had plenty of things. Father always had money, and he was always sure to show it off. I could have had anything I wanted, and I never went without, but even with all the finery in the world, I was never happy. I could have all the money in the world, and I wouldn’t be happy if I didn’t have you. I don’t care if we live in a shack in the desert, Liam. If we are together…I’ll have what I need,” I promised, resting his hands against my cheek, smiling at him. “Money is hardly worth anything when you put it next to happiness.”

  His thumbs ran over my
fingers, and he nodded. “Honest?”

  “Honest,” I said, stealing a kiss. “Maybe I wouldn’t have said the same thing a month ago, but it’s only because I didn’t know what true happiness was. I was always told that if you were wealthy and if people fawned over your beauty, you were happy. I suppose that love has a way of opening your eyes,” I said starting to stand.

  Liam’s hold on my hand was firm, and as I walked away, I was pulled back into his arms. “What did you say?” he asked, one brow cocked curiously.

  My eyes widened when I realized what he was asking me and I turned my head away, my cheeks red. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Do you love me?”

  The question was so abrupt and had an amused tone just underneath the words. I looked up at him for a moment and then sighed, turning my gaze to my tree. “We ought to get back to decorating, don’t you think?”

  He gripped my chin between his fingers and forced me to look at him. “Do you love me?” he asked again.

  I knew I wasn’t getting out of answering his question. I knew the answer, but I was afraid to say it, even though I knew what I was feeling was real. Being in love left you raw and exposed and there was something about that that terrified me.

  “Of course I love you,” I said softly.

  He smiled and leaned down, bumping his forehead to mine. “I love you too, Mariana.”

  My heart fluttered in my chest, and I smiled at the words, unable to conceal my obvious joy. I’d always wanted to be loved. It wasn’t anything I expected anymore. As I got older, I realized my parents hadn’t even loved me. I was livestock to my father, and my mother knew I’d be torn right out of her arms, and so she pushed me away so that she wouldn’t get attached to me. For the first time in my life, someone looked at me with absolute adoration and love.

  “I’ve loved you since the first day we met,” he said, putting his hand on my waist. “You know that, don’t you?”