Darcy Branwyn

Excerpt From Tangled Moon

“You were my alpha,” she continued, her throat constricting. “I was your hunting partner. I was the one you traveled with and the only person besides your twin sister that knew the real you. And now that… that’s all gone.”

She stood looking down at him, her body stiff and her eyes black, smelling mostly of her anger so that it all but obliterated the scent of her pregnancy.

“It was all I had for fifteen years, you bastard. All I had was that, even though I loved you with every fiber of my being.”

He stood, and without thought took her against him. She didn’t fight it this time. Her arms came up around his shoulders and she pressed her cheek against this chest, sobbing. He held on to her while he still could, letting her fists beat against his shoulders.

Finally she pushed at him until he let her go. The next thing he knew was the flat of her hand against his face.

Pregnant or not, she was still a werewolf.

“I hate you,” she ground.

“I was yours from the moment you first set eyes on me,” he told her.

Her other hand met the other side of his face with an impressive slap that echoed off the trees. He worked his jaw. She wasn’t big but she was tenacious, he had to give her that.

She shook out her hand. “Ouch.”

“Maybe you’d better stop that,” he suggested, reaching for her. She pulled back but he was done with it. She was right about one thing; he was still her alpha and her hunting partner, and letting her get this worked up wasn’t permissible.

He pulled her against him and refused this time to let go. She jerked in his arms.

“Stop it,” he demanded.