Hunter's Heart (Alpha Pack #4)(34)

Where the man had been crouched stood a big, gorgeous wolf. His fur was a rich silver and cream tipped with black on his back and shoulders, and the tips of his ears. His mouth was hanging open, tongue lolling like an oversized puppy. His blue eyes were the same.

"You're beautiful," she whispered.

You can touch me. Please?

Tentatively, she reached out and rubbed his broad head. Scratched around his ears, and laughed when he pushed into her hand to encourage her to keep going. After giving his ears a bit more attention, she scooted closer and ran her palm along his back. He was so soft, like down, not coarse or wiry like she had envisioned.

"You're amazing."

Thank you. Nobody besides my Pack brothers and the staff here has seen me like this, until you.

"I'm the first, besides them?"

You are.

"I'm honored."

It's your right, and your legacy.

"What do you mean?"

You'll see.

"That's your answer for everything."

He didn't reply this time. His wolf's body began to change shape again, and in seconds Ryon was kneeling there again. His eyes met hers, and he looked so hopeful. Happy.

"You weren't afraid?"

"No. It was still you, in a different form."

"God, Daria." He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, he swallowed hard and touched her face. "I never dreamed anyone outside my Pack could accept me the way I am. Every one of us longs for it, but it's not a given."

"You never have to worry about me not accepting you. I can't believe you ever were."

Lowering his hand, he searched her face. "That means everything to me." He paused. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Earlier you seemed upset after talking with your dad. Is everything okay at home?"

She hesitated, wondering if she should get into the conversation. No man liked to hear about his partner's former lover. Then again, it wasn't like the news had any bearing on her life now. The man was called an ex for a reason.

"My dad has been trying to reach me because someone I know disappeared a few months ago. It's really strange, knowing Ben. He would never have just walked away from his career. He's a successful criminal attorney and is as married to his job as anyone I've ever met."

"This Ben is a friend of yours?" His voice had taken on a slight edge.

"Ex-fiance." She shrugged. "We were good friends, once. We dated for over a year, but it didn't work out. He was so self-contained, so driven. Successful. Smart. But his career was his entire life, with not much room for spontaneity, or passion."

Ryon's expression took on a look of catlike satisfaction. Quite a feat for a wolf. "Unlike me," he said smugly.

"Very unlike you." She kissed his mouth. "For example, he wouldn't make love on mornings he was due in court. Said it would take him out of his zone, and he needed to be sharp for the jury."

Was that a growl she heard coming from his chest? The soft, ominous noise made her shiver.

"What an ass."

"He's actually a good man, just a tad self-absorbed. We weren't compatible as lovers."

"And you're worried about him, why? Who cares if he vanished."

Okay, that was tinged with outright jealousy. Possessiveness. If that was a shifter thing, she wasn't sure she appreciated it. "Cool your jets. I care because I know Ben. There is no way in hell that man would've left his practice and hopped on a plane to Bermuda or someplace, never to return."

"You hear of that happening. Men simply leaving because they can't take the pressure of their lives anymore. This Ben guy sounds like a prime candidate for ditching his high-pressure world."

"That's what Dad said the police suspected, at first. But Ben's accounts are intact, checking and savings untouched. There are no records of him having purchased a plane or bus ticket, no credit card activity. Nothing. It's like the earth opened up and swallowed him."

"Why is your dad just now hearing about this if he's been missing for months?"

"Dad says Ben disappeared the day after we broke up. I didn't know anything about it, and honestly, although I thought it was odd for Ben to completely cut off all communication between us, I chalked it up to him changing his mind about us even being friends."

"You put it out of your head."

"Yes, and so did my dad. My work and lifestyle don't lend themselves to sitting around watching a lot of news, and none of Ben's friends thought I'd care, so they didn't contact me."

"The police didn't try to reach you, either?"

"No. My name either didn't come up, or they f**ked up in their investigation. I'm thinking the latter, because I would've told them what I'm telling you-something bad happened to Ben. I know it."

"Even if it did, it's not like you can do anything. It's not even your problem."

She frowned at him. "This is a man's life we're talking about. Just because he and I didn't work out doesn't mean I'm not worried."

"I know that. It's just . . ." Raking a hand through his hair, he stared at her. "I don't like the idea of the woman I just made love to expending so much energy worrying about some guy who was too ignorant a jerk to understand what a good thing he had."