Primal Law (Alpha Pack #1)(65)

"You know I do." The older man pushed a hand through his dark hair. "And you know damned well I'm forbidden to keep mates apart. Even if they haven't made the union official."

Actually, he hadn't known because it wasn't as if there were tons of mated pairs around, but the rule made sense. And as a born shifter, Nick would know more than the rest of them in some areas. "I'll pull my weight, watch my back and theirs. No worries."

"Why don't I feel better?" he grumbled. "Be at the hangar in three hours."

"With bells on."

Nick left him to his own devices and Jax continued in the direction he'd been headed. Now he had an excuse to find Kira, not that he needed one. It was enough to long to see her sweet face, hear her laugh at something that stupid gremlin did, or chatter away with Sariel, Mac, or any number of the friends she seemed to have so easily made here. The sight of her settling in, happy, made his heart clench with joy and also fear that she'd never belong to him.

God, he was such a sap.

Block R was quiet as he entered the corridor. Raven was mercifully asleep, curled up with his bushy black tail over his nose, the only time the poor bastard ever knew any peace. Belial, on the other hand, had chosen to be in human form today, and was dressed in simple jeans and a T-shirt, pacing his cell like the caged beast he was. Jax felt bad for the basilisk, but they couldn't yet trust a lethal snake shifter loose in the compound.

Even Kira's honest charm was no match for the sneaky wiles of that one.

When he reached Chup-Chup's cell, it was empty, the door standing open. Alarmed, he glanced in each cell again and then headed out of Block R. Where could they be? If that little shit had bitten her again, he'd tear its head off and eat it for a midnight snack.

Growing more concerned with every step, he diverted his course to the clinic. Mac was leaning over the front desk talking to the receptionist when he stomped in.

"Where's Kira and that little demon? I'm going to rip his teeth out if-"

"Hold on, Cujo." Mac straightened, eyes sparkling with humor. "Last I saw them, she was taking Chup outside for some fresh air. They were getting along fine, so get your boxers out of a knot."

"Fresh air? What if he runs off? Attacks a hiker or something? Jesus H., that woman is going to be the death of me!" With an effort, he willed himself to calm down. "Where'd they go, exactly?"

"I'm not telling if you're going to approach them like this," she informed him. "You'll scare poor Chup to death and put Kira back at square one."

Damn it. She was right.

"I'll be the perfect gentleman. Promise." He smiled for effect, earning him the evil eye from the good-natured doc.

After a few seconds of debate, she relented. "They're out on the lawn, on the side by the rec area."

"Thanks, Mac."

"Don't mention it," she called to his departing back.

All the way across the building, he couldn't help but worry. As he crossed the rec room, Aric glanced up from the war game he and Zan were playing on the Wii.

"Better get out there before the furball steals your girl," he said, going back to the game.

Not bothering to answer, he ducked down the hallway on the other side of the room, made a turn, and pushed out the side door leading to the area where their pool, tennis court, and covered barbecue/outdoor kitchen area was located. There, just beyond the covered patio, lying flat on her back on a quilt in the sunshine, was his woman.

And sprawled on her stomach, tiny, furry legs hanging on each side of her like a cat sunning on a branch, was Chup-Chup. Unnoticed by either of them, he stopped and stared. Her little friend was making a sort of whirring, hiccupy noise nobody could mistake as anything but sheer bliss. His round body, which almost resembled a baby koala bear's, rose and fell with each breath as he dozed.

The pair was so f**king cute, he couldn't really form the words to describe what the sight did to him. All he knew was it tightened his chest with an emotion he wasn't ready to name. To see this creature, formerly scared and snapping at everyone, lying there so trusting and content, was a measure of her goodness. The bright light that no one was able to resist.

Including himself.

Turning her head, she spotted him standing on the porch and waved him over. "You can come closer. Just don't make any sudden moves."

That seemed to be true of the woman as well as Chup. Wisely, he didn't say so. "Okay. Walking slowly." He made his way over to where they lay and crouched. The creature hadn't moved. "Now what?"

"Nothing. He'll notice you soon enough and we'll see what happens."

"That's reassuring." He eyed Chup warily.

"Don't tell me the big bad werewolf is afraid of this little guy," she teased.

"Shifter, not werewolf. A werewolf is that half-man thing from a B horror movie. And that 'little guy' can chew my face off. Have you seen those teeth?"

"Pardon me, shifter. And he won't bite unless you startle him." She looked entirely too amused by his trepidation.

"Then I'll have to be sure not to startle him again, won't I? Remember, he got me once before." He frowned at her hands, which bore red scratches and a few bite marks. "You aren't wearing your gloves."

"I don't need them anymore."