Who said knowledge was power? Sometimes revelations are not all that's hoped for! Oh, and the vampires are back :-) *** Really hope you enjoy this chapter *** Many thanks once more to WHB for editing for me!
Chapter Three
Jared paced restlessly across his study floor. It was five in the morning and he was awaiting news on Aaron's injuries. He'd sent Millie off to bed a couple of hours ago after promising her he would wake her with any news. She had taken the two human women with her and settled them into rooms for the night.
Apart from leaving him briefly to carry the women's suitcases upstairs and make sure Lacey was okay, Rafe had spent the last few hours with him sitting silently on the sofa, his handsome face wearing a deep scowl.
"You're absolutely sure she's the one?" Jared asked for the twentieth time. He knew the answer to the question but he couldn't stop himself from hoping for a different one this time. The black look his beta gave him made his shoulders slump and he ran his hand through his long black hair and sighed loudly.
"I really didn't think this night could get any worse, Rafe," he ground out, his voice full of anger, but also resignation. "You do know what this means, don't you? You do know who Richard Graves is?"
Rafe scowled darkly and nodded his head. He knew exactly who Graves was and he knew why his Alpha was so torn at the moment. Graves was only one of the wealthiest men in the country. He was like a demi-god in the business world and was rumoured to be a personal friend of the President. He was so high up the untouchable list that everyone cut him a wide berth. It made no difference to Rafe. Graves was a dead man walking and had been from the first moment he had beaten Lacey.
"I don't suppose you're going to let me talk you out of this, are you?" Jared asked tiredly. He knew he could order Rafe to walk away from the fight and keep Lacey close to the compound for her own protection. He also knew Rafe was more than capable of shaking off any command he laid on him. The fact he no longer did so was more out of respect for his Alpha than his lack of ability to do so.
"Would you walk away if Graves had done the same to Millie?" Rafe countered irritably. He watched Jared's lips tighten in a thin line of displeasure. He knew his Alpha was unable to speak the lie which hovered on his tongue. He would do the exact same thing and he knew it.
Jared sighed deeply again and threw himself down into his leather chair, once more running a hand through his thick locks. "This is a right mess, Rafe," he groaned. "You know this can put the pack in danger. Getting to Graves isn't going to be easy. There's a good chance our true nature will be discovered."
Rafe frowned and shook his head. "It doesn't have to be that way, Jared," he answered slowly. "I can take Lacey and Jen and hide them someplace safe. The pack doesn't need to be involved in this. I can get Graves on my own."
Jared looked at him as if he was nuts. "The pack is already involved in this," he said angrily. "We killed two of Graves' men tonight and Aaron is fighting for his life. The moment Graves goes to check on the apartment he's going to know the girls have outside help. You're going to go after him which means I'm going to have to support you or risk you either getting hurt or being exposed at his hands. You really think I can let you go after him alone? Christ, Millie and Annie would have my balls if I even suggested it."
Rafe stood up angrily and turned to look out the window. His big body was tense and his hands were clutched in fists at his sides. "I can't let him live, Jared," he growled low in his chest. "You know I can't. You would never let anyone live who had hurt Millie the way that bastard hurt Lacey."
Jared almost snarled when his friend got that point in again. He was furious because he knew he couldn't argue with him. He would do exactly as his friend was planning if anyone hurt his Millie. Each and every member of the pack would do the same for their mate. Their wolves would demand it of them and there would be no reasoning with the beasts until it was achieved. Whatever else he was about to say was cut off when a knock sounded on the study door and Luke, the resident doctor entered.
The doc looked tired and old. His sandy hair was unkempt and he had weary lines on his face. He looked at both men for a silent moment and then he smiled. "He's going to make it," he announced and Rafe and Jared let out huge sighs of relief. "It was touch and go but the bleeding has stopped and he's starting to heal. He'll be out of action for at least a week though as his body regenerates."
Jared strode from behind his desk and thumped the doc on his back. "Luke, you have my eternal gratitude," he said wholeheartedly, a wide smile splitting his handsome face.
Luke beamed back at his Alpha. "Aaron did most of the work," he smiled. "He's one right ornery bastard when he wants to be. Actually opened his eyes at one point and told me today wasn't a good day to die because there were too many beautiful women out there he hadn't made love to yet."
Rafe emitted a loud laugh as relief washed over him. He hadn't known what he would have done if Aaron had died because of him. He was sure his friend would fight hard to stay alive but there had always been a chance the damage would be too severe for him to recover from.
Luke left and Jared smiled at Rafe. "You should get some rest," he said quietly. "I'm heading back to bed myself. Millie will want to hear the good news."
Rafe nodded. "I'm going to head down and check on Aaron and then I'll get some sleep." He turned and strode out of the study.
Jared slid gratefully into bed beside Millie and gathered her into his arms. She murmured softly in her sleep and buried her head in the side of his neck. "Aaron okay?" she mumbled sleepily.
"He's going to be fine," Jared whispered softly stifling a low groan as his woman draped her warm body over his. His cock stirred as usual and he dampened down his desire as he cuddled into Millie's softness. He was dead beat. His body may want to make love to the delicious woman at his side but his tired brain just couldn't keep his eyes open.
"I'm so glad," Millie sighed. "Love you," she murmured before slipping back to sleep.
"Love you too, baby," he whispered letting sleep claim him too.
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Lacey came awake slowly, aware she wasn't at home because she was sprawled over a bed which was way bigger than the one in Jen's apartment. The events of the night before came crashing back and she sat up with a startled gasp, her eyes flying to the large body lying fully clothed on top of the bed at her side. Rafe.
She stared down at the big man as he slept peacefully at her side and her breath caught in her throat. He really was gorgeous.. For once his face wasn't wearing an angry scowl or a reserved expression and she found herself unable to breathe.. No one could be that gorgeous, that vulnerable looking when at rest. His shaggy brown hair tumbled over his face and she wanted to reach out and brush it away so she could have an uninterrupted view of him.
Heat unexpectedly coursed through her body and she gasped again at the unwanted sensation. She was attracted to him. There was something about this hulking man that called to her very soul and it terrified the life out of her. Even Richard hadn't instilled in her the feelings Rafe did.
She knew it was unfair to compare Rafe to Richard just because they were both strong men who were used to getting what they wanted. Rafe had done nothing to harm her in anyway, quite the opposite in fact, but she still couldn't quite stop being afraid of him. He obviously had some strong attachment to her otherwise he wouldn't be sleeping in the bed beside her. She knew he was attracted to her because he made no attempt to hide his desire.
Rafe Hanlon wanted her and she knew he would pursue her as relentlessly as Richard had. A small part of her thrilled at knowing he wanted her that badly. She had felt the same way when Richard had pursued her and look where that had ended up. She doubted Rafe would hurt her but she didn't trust her own judgement anymore. She hadn't thought Richard would hurt her either.
Rafe's eyes opened and met Lacey's as she stared down at him. He greedily drank in the sight of her tousled blonde hair, the sleepy look in her startling green eyes, the confusion on her very expressive face. "I wish you wouldn't compare me to him," he said quietly. "I'm nothing like him, Lacey."
Her eyes dropped from his and she looked down at the sheets separating their bodies. "It's not you I don't trust, it's me," she admitted in a small voice.
Rafe rolled onto his side and rested his head on his hand, gently pushing her back down onto the pillows. He smiled at her and brushed a finger lightly along her jaw line. "You shouldn't lose faith in yourself because you made one mistake," he breathed softly. "Believe me, I should know. I've made more than my fair share of them over the last year or so."
She watched him curiously, seeing a faint shadow in his eyes as he seemed lost in some memory he didn't want to revisit. Rafe Hanlon appeared to have his own demons which haunted him. It made him seem more approachable. Richard had never shown any hint of vulnerability.
"Please, Lacey, don't compare me to him," Rafe whispered in almost a tortured tone and she blinked up at him in surprise. "It's written right across your face. Every time you compare me to him your brow furrows and you bite your bottom lip."
"I'm sorry," she answered quietly. "It's hard not to sometimes." She smiled tentatively at him. "If it's any consolation you're winning hands down at the moment."
Rafe sucked in a deep breath and slowly released it with an answering smile. "It's some consolation," he smiled. His brown eyes drifted down to her mouth and he exhaled sharply. "I want to kiss you, Lacey."
She tensed slightly and searched his face. He was asking permission? She wanted to laugh at the thought of someone as sexy as Rafe asking permission to kiss a woman. He didn't seem the type to ask. Her heart flipped over at the heated expression in his eyes. He was asking because he didn't want to frighten her, didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.
