Page 21 of The Wolf's Captive
“It’ll be fun,” Louis murmured. “We’ll take a secret run through the streets of Paris.”
Taking Malone’s hand, I nodded at Louis. “We’d love to come to the party. I’ve not run in weeks, I’m rusty.”
Lifting his shoulders, Louis smiled broadly, looking past me when his driver appeared at the top of the stairs. “Ah, here is your luggage. I’ll show you to your room.”
We followed him as he led us down the hallway and opened a thick dark wooden door. The house was the same one I’d come to with Zoe. Very French. Very pretty.
“Thank you again,” Louis said, inclining his head in Malone’s direction. “Both of you.”
As the driver brought in the suitcases, I went over to the French windows and glanced outside. Malone spoke to the man, thanking him for our things.
A slight breeze ruffled the light white curtains that covered the window. The people who walked the street had no idea that a little wolf being had just been born within these very walls.
Pressure welled in the corner of my eyes as I remembered the day my father brought Drake home from the hospital. The memory was vague considering I was only two, but I remembered standing by the Moses basket and staring at his tiny little fingers for hours.
Malone’s arms came around me from behind. His chin rested against my shoulder as we stared out into the fresh green and grey streets of Paris. The view of the Eiffel Tower was incredible from here.
“What are you thinking?” His muttered words created a brush of air against my ear.
Shuddering gently, I pressed myself back into him and sighed. “I was remembering baby Drake. He was adorable, and I idolised him.”
“Does is make you broody? Seeing little Dellana?”
The question sent a warm glow through me, quickly followed by a chill. We had been in such turmoil, I hadn’t even thought about the future. Would I even be able to have a baby? Surely it would defy all possibility.
“Coming from a broken home, I secretly hoped that I’d get a chance to have a family. Now…” Spinning in his arms, I linked my hands behind his head. “…I’m a hybrid. Everything’s changed.”
The corner of his eyes pinched as he frowned. “I hadn’t even thought about it. And yet, if I want my alpha bloodline to continue, I have to have heirs.”
Fucking hell, I hadn’t considered the need to keep Malone’s heritage alive. If I didn’t have a child with him, the Blakesley line would die out.
Tears filled my eyes as I stared into my alpha’s gaze. He shook his head, shushing me as he brushed my hair. “We have so much to sort out before we contemplate such a monumental thing anyway. Let’s just take it day by day.”
Taking a deep breath, I blinked away my tears and dropped my gaze. My emotion almost tipped over when I caught sight of the muck all over me and released Malone, showing him my hands when he frowned.
“You’re right. I really need to get cleaned up.”
Stepping to the en suite door, I nudged it open with my hip in order not to dirty the pretty brass doorknob.
“Della?”
I paused, turning to look at the man who would be my mate for life. My heart fluttered in my chest as he stood where I’d left him, his jaw soft and his eyes loving. We had been through hell and back… wait, we were still in fucking hell… and yet, I loved every inch of him.
“I am your family and so is the pack. What I said… it’s not true. You belong to me… to us. Okay? I will never let you go, ever again.”
Chapter Seven
“Della!” Zoe’s squeak caught the attention of the other wolves as they milled around the buffet table.
She hurdled across the room and threw her arms around me, her gaze landing on Malone at the last minute. Her mouth dropped open and for the first time since I’d met her, she gulped like a goldfish.
“Zoe, this is Malone.” I was tempted to wave a hand in front of her face, but I resisted, instead too proud of the tall man standing next to me.
Apparently, my gorgeous French friend approved of my alpha.
“Nice to meet you.” Offering his hand, Malone hid the smirk that threatened.
It was a good job, too, or he’d get a fist in his jaw. We still hadn’t had our bonding ceremony, so the jealous wolf spirit was rearing her ugly head. I understood that other women would appreciate my handsome British wolf man, but he wasn’t allowed to enjoy it too much. Especially when I’d only just got him back.