It wasn’t possible. She couldn’t be… With the curse… He froze. The curse had lifted only weeks ago. But, Christ, if it was true, who had planted their seed inside of her?
Feral anger rippled through him.
Which Pantera male had lain with this woman? Touched her? Ran their hands through those soft, blond curls while they—
She yanked her arm away, cutting off questions he had no right to be asking. “Fine. Play stupid.” She seemed tough, hard, pissed off, but the fear was bright in her eyes. “Just don’t bother me ever again.”
Bother her? That’s not what he wanted. “You’re putting yourself in danger,” he managed to grind out. “By being here. By being out—” He was about to say out of the bayou, but she stopped him with a hard stare.
“I don’t care.” She glanced around at the nearby tables, then turned back to him and whispered, “I will do anything to protect my child.”
“Even if that child is part animal?” he asked, amazed.
“Fuck you,” she ground out.
Stunned, every muscle in his body tense and ready to spring, his guts clenching with every breath he expelled, Roch watched as the woman left the table and hurried out of the shop.
* * *
A bag of Chinese take-out in one hand and a book on what to expect during pregnancy in the other, Lydia thanked her doorman and headed for the elevator. After the morning she’d had she just wanted to hide out in her condo this afternoon. Take a bath, and binge-watch Orange Is the New Black while stuffing her face with cream cheese wantons.
Once inside, she hit the button for the third floor and leaned back against the metal wall. She was trying to assure herself that the people at The Haymore Center would leave her alone now that she’d threatened going to the police, outing their mistake, but she couldn’t help feeling afraid. Not for herself, oddly, but for the little life growing inside her. If this baby was truly half Pantera, how was she going to protect him or her? Especially if there were people out there who looked at her child and saw an animal?
The elevator door opened and she stepped out, headed down the hall. Was it possible to keep it a secret? Or would her half human child end up being able to shift into a cat one day in the middle of Show and Tell?
Okay, tomorrow, she mused, nearly dropping her book as she tried to free a hand to get her keys. She’d think about this tomorrow.
“Let me help you?” came a male voice a few feet away.
Lydia’s head lifted and her heart nearly dropped onto the carpet under her feet. She froze, her keys instantly forgotten. Clutching the food and the book to her chest, she took in the man standing just outside her door. It was him. Of course it was him. The guy from the beignet place. Her insides pinched. From fear, and lord, from something else entirely. Something she refused to name. Something she should not be feeling at all.
Her gaze tracked over him. He was terrifyingly good-looking. Tall, lean, big hands, thick wrists, dark blond hair and icy blue eyes that warned of a highly intelligent mind. Just like earlier, he wore a black suit, white shirt, and dark purple tie, and as he walked toward her it was like witnessing the very essence of confidence, sexuality and ultra masculinity.
“This is disturbing,” she said, trying like hell to remain cool and calm, and act like she could kick his ass if she had to. “You outside my door.” Dammit. Her voice was shaking. Or maybe that was her insides. It was just…the way he was looking at her. Not like he wanted to do her harm, but like he wanted to know what her skin tasted like.
She blushed and walked past him to her door.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m not trying to scare you.”
She could feel him behind her. His warmth. “Too late.” She transferred the book and food bag to her left arm, then went searching—not for her keys this time, but her cellphone. If this gorgeous bastard from Haymore tried anything, she was calling the police.
“I just need to know,” he said, coming around her and leaning all six feet, suit-clad, hard jawed gorgeousness against the doorframe. “Are you certain you’re carrying a Pantera child?”
The need to drop everything and cover her belly with her hands, protect her tiny child, was intensely strong. But Lydia kept her composure. “That’s an odd question for the man who’s representing the very company whose samples I used.”
“I’m not representing this Haymore you speak of.”
She turned to look at him just as her hand closed around her cell.
His eyes darkened to a stormy sky blue. “And I’m not a man.”
Heat and panic erupted within her. Her breathing shallow and uneven, she brought cellphone out of her purse and quickly dialed 911. “You need to get the hell out of here. Maybe get yourself to a psych ward. The cops are coming.”
But the cellphone never made it to her ear. The man slipped it from her so fast she hardly felt it leave her hand. He stabbed the off button, then turned to look at her.
“You need to come with me, Ms. Page.”
Her heart was beating so fast, she worried she might pass out. “And you need to run before I scream my head off.”
“I am not going to hurt you,” he insisted tightly. In fact, he looked put out, insulted by her suggestion. “I am Pantera, and I want to help you.”
The book she was carrying slipped from her arms and dropped onto the floor. Her mind whirred. And she tried to keep up with her thoughts—with what he’d just said to her. Pantera. This tall, imposing, stunning, gorgeous nut case was Pantera?
No.
She stared into his eyes. She didn’t believe him. Couldn’t. But then she saw something flash within those ice blue orbs. Something she couldn’t explain, but something her body, skin, and blood recognized.
She gasped, covered her mouth. “It’s not possible.”
“What samples are you talking about?” he asked. “What did you get from this Haymore Center?”
Oh god. Was this really happening? “I was artificially inseminated.” She couldn’t believe she was saying this, telling him this.
Something flickered in his blue eyes. Gratification? Or relief? “So you have not lain with one of our males, then? No Pantera has a claim on you?”
Lydia stared at him. “No.” The way he spoke. The words he used. Could this be real? Could he actually be a Pantera shifter?
“If the child is Pantera,” the man continued as if what they were discussing was not completely insane-sounding, “wouldn’t you want to know its origins, community, history and medical issues?”
“I don’t want to do this,” she said, digging into her purse, grabbing her keys. “Just go. Please. I don’t know how you found me or who you really are, but—”
He sniffed with irritation. “Unless you’re thinking of hiding the child? Is that it? Hiding it away so the humans don’t have to see it.” The sudden ferocity in his eyes was a living, breathing thing. “Perhaps you’re ashamed of its—”
“Hey!” His words, and his accusation, were like boiling water on a hot day. Forgetting her fear, she whirled on him and air-stabbed him with her key. “Never,” she said through gritted teeth. “Okay? I would never be ashamed of my child.”
She turned back and jammed her key into the lock. This was madness. All of this. She needed time. She needed to think. Maybe he would go away. Maybe he’d leave a number where she could reach him. Dammit! She was so confused. She pushed the door open.
“Come with me, Lydia,” he said.
Just as she stepped inside her hallway, her head came around. “You know my name.”
He nodded, as if that was answer enough.
Apprehension tugged at her insides. “If I say no, you’ll try and take me anyway, won’t you?”
Sharp eyebrows lifted over intense blue eyes. “Are you saying no?”
Her breathing uneven, she slipped farther inside. She was just about to shut the door in his face and on those words, when she heard a noise coming from her living room. Her heart slammed against her ribs as true
fear coursed through her.
The man’s lip curled and his nostrils flared. “Don’t move.”
Without another word, he rushed past her—so fast she barely saw him. Lydia stood there frozen, trying to decide what to do. Suddenly, the sounds of fists hitting bone, and glass breaking against hardwood rent the air. Fuck! Where was her cell? Did he have it? Could she get into the kitchen and use the house phone?
But before she could make any kind of move, the man emerged from the shadows of her living room. Calm, cool, looking as though he hadn’t been touched.
“Leave the food,” he said tightly, his eyes moving over her, examining every inch of her. “I’ll feed you once we get to the Wildlands.”
Lydia noticed she’d dropped the bag of Chinese on the floor. The book, however, was still clutched to her chest.
“What was that?” she demanded in a thin whisper.
He took her hand in his. It was cool and large and callused. “Come on. It’s not safe here. That bastard had a gun.”
Chapter 4
“Roch,” he told her as she hesitated in the backseat of the cab they’d taken from New Orleans to La Pierre.
It wasn’t his usual method of travel. He liked to run, or, when he was traveling for business, use one of the vehicles from the Pantera’s car club. But he was in a hurry today, and he wouldn’t have Lydia walking any farther than necessary.
She glanced up at him, her expression wary, yet intrigued. A look Roch was getting used to with her.
“That’s your name?” she asked. “Roch?”
He nodded as the cab pulled to a stop in front of The Cougar’s Den. He quickly paid the driver, then opened the door and stepped out. He offered Lydia a hand. “Come. We need to walk a little now.”
She took it, and Roch tried not to purr at the feeling of her soft skin against his palm. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful in the rich, afternoon light of the bayou. Her curls were pulled back off her flawless face in a loose ponytail, and the warmth of the day was making her cheeks flush pink.
He led her out of The Cougar’s Den parking lot and toward the bayou and the Wildlands, making sure their route through the terrain was relatively uncomplicated. It had been nearly impossible to keep his eyes off of her on their drive. His hands, too. He’d felt her anxiety and had wanted to comfort her. But he needed to remember that she didn’t belong to him. He was merely discovery, protection and delivery. If she truly was carrying a Pantera cub within her, priority number one was going to be to find out how that had happened. How a clinic in New Orleans had managed to get their hands on Pantera sperm samples.
Then they were going to have to find the father.
As they walked, heat and irritation slashed through him at the thought. Not to mention the words, and the warning: I found her and I get to keep her.
Foolish male, he chided himself.
“Just for the record,” she said as they trudged through thick grasses and around massive cypresses. “I’m coming with you because I decided to.”
“Of course.”
“Not because someone forced me,” she continued, her tone no doubt similar to the one she used in a court of law. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.”
“I believe that,” he said with a hint of amusement. He would like to see her in court, badgering witnesses, fighting for justice for her client. He imagined she’d be magnificent.
“Are you making fun of me?” she asked with just a touch of humor.
“Not at all,” he said. “There is no denying that you’re a strong-willed female. Much like our Pantera females.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You’ll fit in well.”
“I’m not planning on fitting in, Roch.”
Christ, his name on her lips was like a stroke to his skin with a goddamn feather. As they walked through the lush flora and the sun grazed his skin, he couldn’t help but imagine her saying it again…in his ear…on his neck.
Against his mouth.
He growled softly and forced those thoughts and images back. Hell, he should kick them the hell out. Never to return again. He had no right to them. Dangerous. Impossible.
When the border of the Wildlands finally came into view he heaved a sigh of relief. She would be someone else’s responsibility soon. He’d get her to Medical and under Dr. Julia’s care. Parish’s mate was human too, and she would serve this purpose well. Then he’d find out who the father of Lydia’s cub was—and how this Haymore Center had gotten a hold of Pantera samples.
His stomach rolled suddenly and he groaned. Shit. What was going on with him? He stopped and took a breath, wondering if he was going to actually get sick in front of his new guest. That would be great. Really fucking fantastic.
Lydia moved closer and put her hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”
He sucked in air. Not because of his wrecked stomach, but because of her touch. It made his skin and chest tighten, and, Goddess help him, his cock twitch.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, sounding surprisingly concerned. “Can I do something?”
“No. It’s nothing. Just haven’t been feeling well lately.” When she eased her hand back and stepped away from him, he laughed. “Don’t worry, Lydia. It’s not catching. Something I ate or drank.” Or who the hell knew?
“Sorry,” she said with a soft laugh.
“No problem.”
“I just want to protect the baby.”
“As do I.”
She stilled, her eyes finding his. They were the color of a Dyesse lily, and the warmth they gave off made him ache with a hunger he’d never known before. Shit, what was he going to do about this? This attraction. No, this…crush he seemed to have on a human female—a human female who was carrying a Pantera male’s cub?
Maybe the male wouldn’t want it.
Maybe the male wouldn’t want her.
It was his cat. The puma’s thoughts, not his own.
A deep growl erupted from his throat.
“Roch?” she said, sounding worried.
“It’s okay,” he said quickly, diffusing her concern. “We’re just on the border of the Wildlands.”
As they entered a thick cluster of trees, and the scent of the bayou wafted over them, Lydia stopped and looked around. The sun filtering through the treetops, changing the colors of the leaves from sunny yellow and green to pale orange. “Wow. It’s beautiful here.”
Roch felt a swell of pride at her words. It was good she could see what he saw. Good for her cub, if it was indeed Pantera. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said.
Her eyes met his and they were warm and excited, and Roch had to stop himself from reaching out and brushing her cheek with his fingertips.
“Well, let’s go then,” she said, starting off toward another massive cypress.
“Not on foot,” Roch called out to her.
She turned, her brows knit together. “Then how?”
“Don’t be afraid, all right?”
“Afraid of what?” she asked.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his cat. He could feel it pacing inside of him, wanting to get out. Wanting to meet her. In a flash of movement, he shifted into his puma. The cat snarled and stretched, and instantly, Roch felt healthy and strong.
He turned and growled softly at Lydia. She was standing there staring at him, her eyes wide, her mouth open. But surprisingly, she didn’t look scared. Just awestruck.
“Oh my god.” She shook her head. “I know this is real, but it just feels…it looks…you are so beautiful…”
Roch’s cat purred with pleasure, then gestured to its back with its enormous head.
She looked from his face to his back. “You want me to ride on you?” she asked, her voice reed-thin.
He stalked toward her, growling at her again. When he pressed his massive body against her side, she nearly toppled over.
“I guess that’s a yes,” she said with a reluctant laugh. She climbed onto his back, her swee
t weight pressing into his muscles, then leaned over so her lips were near his cat’s ear.
The puma nearly lost its mind. It lifted its head and howled into the fragrant bayou.
“I hope I’m not too heavy,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around its neck.
A sound almost like laughter erupted from Roch’s cat, before it took off into the trees.
* * *
Lydia studied the pretty young woman with the pale skin and long black hair who had come into her room at the Medical facility just moments ago. Her name was Ashe, and she seemed nice. Hell, everyone Lydia had encountered so far seemed nice. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected. After reading an article about them in one of the more reputable newspapers, maybe she’d imagined a more domineering species. But she hadn’t encountered that yet. Unless she counted Roch. He definitely had a bit of the domineering side. But everyone else had been very welcoming, almost gentle. No doubt they wanted her to feel comfortable as they all figured this out together.
She felt so unsure about being here, yet so curious too. Riding on Roch’s back, her arms around his warm, powerful neck, had been one of the most incredible experiences of her life. And seeing the Wildlands up close, its obvious beauty and quiet magic made her ache to see more, see everything. If her child was really a part of all this, a Pantera, then she wanted to explore, find out as much as she could about them and their way of life.
“I know you must have a million questions,” Ashe said, coming over to the bed and sitting down. “And I’m sure Doctor Julia answered some of them when she took blood samples and your medical history earlier. But I can offer you something that no one else can.” The woman’s brown eyes flashed with companionable mystery.
“What’s that?” Lydia asked, curious.
“I’m human,” she said. “And my mate is Pantera. We have a new baby.”
Lydia didn’t say anything for a moment. She was kind of shocked. None of that was mentioned in the article she’d read. She had no idea that Pantera and humans were interacting. And mating? Was that like marrying?
“You’re human?” she repeated.
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