Glenn, Stormy and Flynn, Joyee - Blood Lust [Delta Wolf 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (11 page)

“I’m really okay,” Owen said quietly and held on to Christian’s arms. “I swear I’m just fine. So what’s a broken nose? You got beat up way worse than I did.”

“Thank you for not being mad,” he replied, letting go of Owen. When Owen turned around, Christian gave him a soft peck on the lips, being careful of Owen’s nose. They smiled at each other for a moment, then got into Owen’s car. Christian was eternally grateful that the pillow and blanket were still in the backseat as he wiggled into a lying down position.

“Okay, let’s hit the road,”
Constantine
said, running back up to the car.

He handed Owen a few pops through the window before asking again if Owen was okay. Christian bit his lip not to laugh when Owen merely rolled his eyes and started the car.

“My tough little mate.”

That got both Owen and Christian laughing while
Constantine
hurriedly got into the truck. Moments later, they were following the truck and turning back onto the main road.

“Hey, Owen, can I ask you a question?” Christian asked, realizing something. “I’m not trying to pick on you or be rude, okay? I’m just curious.”

“Sure, go ahead,” Owen replied. He drove down the road with one hand. The other hand held a can of pop to the side of his nose.

“You’re psychic, right?” Christian asked, trying to word his question carefully.

“You want to know how come I didn’t see that I was going to be kidnapped, right?”

“How did you know that’s what I was going to ask?” Christian lifted his head to look at Owen in the rear view mirror.

“I get asked that one a lot when people learn I’m psychic.” Owen snickered. “Like how come I still tripped, didn’t I see that coming? The answer is twofold. One, I don’t see everything that’s going to happen always. Two, it’s harder to see things about myself. It’s like whatever powers that be gave me this gift thought it would be cheating if I could see my own future.”

“Makes sense,” Christian lay back down. “But it kind of sucks, too.”

“In a way,” Owen said shrugging his shoulders. “But if I could, it would take the fun out of life if I always knew what was coming.”

“True.” Christian realized how boring life really would be if that were how it worked. “You got visions of both Constantine and I when we were hurt. Do you get visions of people getting hurt a lot?”

“No, never actually. And I’ve been wondering about that. I’m guessing it maybe was more I could sense your distress and that caused the vision. After I was taken, I had one of you crying in the bathroom of our motel room and Constantine holding you.”

“Yeah, it was after we found the note they left for us on the bathroom mirror.”

“My point is how upset you were. I think I saw it because of my gift, but more so because one of my mates was in pain.”

“You must wish there was like a rule book for being psychic.” Christian snickered. “Might be useful, huh?”

“You have no idea.” Owen laughed loudly. “That would have saved me a lot of trouble growing up. I had no clue what the hell I was seeing half the time. Most people thought I’d lost my mind.”

“I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you’re very special. You’re incredibly brave and caring. I’ve never met a person who would come rescue someone they didn’t know who was hurt. Not once, but twice. You have a heart of gold.”

“Thanks, Christian,” Owen said, looking at him in the review mirror and smiling. “No one’s ever said that to me before. It really means a lot.”

Christian smiled back, feeling good that he had made his mate happy. Yeah, being a werewolf, like being psychic, made one different from a normal human. But Christian had grown up with other werewolves. He couldn’t even imagine what Owen had gone through being alone with his gift.

Maybe
Constantine
wasn’t the only one who needed the love of two mates. Owen seemed to need all the love and understanding they could give him as well. Christian grinned as he pulled the blanket up over his shoulders. He knew two wolves who just might be perfect for the job.

Chapter 6

Constantine
blew out a relieved breath when he pulled his truck into Zac’s driveway and turned the engine off. He could see the headlights from Owen’s car pull in behind him. They’d made it. They were in Delta pack territory. His mates were safe.

Constantine
climbed out of his truck and saw the porch light go on and the front door start to open. He shut the door and started back towards Owen’s car. He knew he should be greeting his new Alpha right now but seeing his mates just seemed more important.

He reached Owen’s car just as the driver side door opened and Owen got out.
Constantine
quickly wrapped the man up in his arms. He leaned down and inhaled a deep breath of Owen’s unique scent before kissing him gently on the side of the head.

“Hey, baby, how are you hanging in there?”

“I could seriously use some pain meds right now, and maybe an ice pack,” Owen replied, giving
Constantine
a little squeeze back. “Other than that, I’m peachy.”

“And Christian?”
Constantine
asked, looking past Owen into the back window. He could just see a bit of jet black hair sticking out of the top of the blankets. The man seemed to be totally out of it.

“Well, if you’re right and sleep will help him heal, he should be in pretty good shape by now.” Owen turned in
Constantine
’s arms to look into the backseat. “I don’t think he’s moved more than a little since our last stop.”

“It is,”
Constantine
assured Owen. “Sleep, food, and lots of rest are best for him. Still, we need to wake him up. It’s customary to greet our new Alpha on our feet if we can manage it.”

“New Alpha?”

“His name is Zac Sheehan. He’s a Delta just like me. He’s the leader here.”

“Leader?”

Constantine
chuckled when he heard someone speak behind him. “If you ask anyone around here, they will tell you that Matt’s really the one in charge. I’m just a figurehead.”

“A sexy figurehead,” another person said.
Constantine
recognized him as Zac’s wolf mate, Matt. “And you’re pretty damn good at that.”

Constantine
turned around to see Zac, Matt, and their other mate, Aiden, standing behind him. He smiled and nodded toward Owen when Zac arched an eyebrow at him. “I sort of found my mates on the way here.”

Zac burst out laughing. “It seems to happen that way.”

“This is one of my mates, Owen Carrell. Baby, this is Zac Sheehan, our new Alpha.”

Owen nodded.
Constantine
could tell Owen was nervous by the way the man leaned closer to him. After being kidnapped and having to face off against three vicious wolves, Owen, and his reaction, to meeting a new wolf didn’t surprise him.

“This is Matt Garret, one of Zac’s mates. He’s a wolf like me but not a Delta.”

“Yeah.” Matt chuckled. “I’m just your garden-variety fur ball.”

Constantine
grinned. He knew Matt was trying to reassure Owen. The others must have sensed Owen’s hesitation as much as he did. “And last but not least, Aiden Kane, who is Zac’s other mate. Aiden is a Beta and a wolf but don’t let that fool you. He’s still a pretty nice guy.”

“What’s a Beta?” Owen whispered.

Constantine
knew that Owen didn’t realize everyone could hear him, but he could tell by the grins they tried to hide.

“If Zac were the president, Aiden would be the vice president.”

“And Matt?”

Zac snickered, letting on that he could hear Owen. “The man behind the throne.”

“I can live with that description.” Matt laughed and pressed into Zac’s arms.

Constantine
felt relieved when he heard a small laugh come from Owen. He knew if anyone could make Owen feel better, it was Matt. There was just a natural lightness to the man’s personality. People were happy when around him.

“You said mates?” Zac asked. “I assume that means there’s more than one.”

“It’s a long story, but Christian is asleep in the back,”
Constantine
said and gestured to the backseat. “He’s been injured.”

“I’d say that might be going around if that purple nose and those black eyes are anything to go by,” Matt said, suddenly sounding serious and stepping forward out of Zac’s arms. “Is there someone we need to kill?”

“Baby, how many times have I told you?” Zac asked as he wrapped an around Matt’s waist and pulled him back. “We can’t just go around killing people. The council has to sanction it first…” Zac grinned. “Then we can kill them.”

“Christian’s pack ordered a hunt for him. They beat him up and left him for dead. Owen found him and cared for him until I arrived. We discovered we were all mates and tried to make our way here. Unfortunately, they found us and kidnapped Owen to use him as bait for Christian.”

“Are they still after your mate?”

“I suspect by now that they are after all of us,”
Constantine
said. “I’m sorry to bring this to your doorstep but I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go. My pack won’t accept my mates. Neither will Christian’s. And Owen is human.”

“No, no, you did the right thing,
Constantine
,” Zac said. “We’re pack now. We can better protect you here than anywhere else.” He turned to Aiden. “I know it’s late, but can you call Sebastian and his mates, ask them to come over? I’m sure
Constantine
only wants to tell this story once and everyone needs to hear it.”

Zac turned back to them after Aiden nodded and headed back into the house. “Let’s get your mates inside,
Constantine
. I’m sure we can rustle up something for them to eat and a clean bed, maybe a shower if they want one.”

Much to
Constantine
’s shock, Owen stepped forward. “A real shower with hot water and everything? Oh man, I’d be so grateful. I feel like I have days of grunge on my body. We’ve been wiping down in rest stop restrooms.”

Constantine
actually saw Matt shudder as he stepped forward and took Owen’s hand. “That’s
-
that’s just nasty, dude. You come with me. I’ll get you fixed up right away.”

Matt started to lead Owen away, but Owen glanced back over his shoulder at the car. “Oh, but Christian, he’s in worse shape than me. I just have a broken nose. Christian was beat up twice. Can we bring him in first? Maybe get him something for the pain? I know he’s hurting.”

Constantine
smiled to himself and opened the back door to reach in for Christian. Owen was going to make a wonderful addition to his new little family. He was already showing his caring for him and Christian in almost everything he did.
Constantine
couldn’t have been happier.

He lifted Christian out of the backseat and started for the house. When Christian whimpered and started to struggle, Owen pushed away from Matt and, with concern written in the tense lines of his face, ran to them.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s fine, baby. Don’t worry. I just think he’s still a little sore. A hot meal and a good night’s sleep should help that. We wolves tend to heal rather fast. By tomorrow he won’t even look like he he’s been hurt.”