AN- Sorry about length! There was no way to cut this one up. I hope everyone doesn't mind too much. :)
________________________________________
Nick tried to shower with me. I shut the door on his face and tried to focus on over-scrubbing every inch, feeling gross, aware that I hadn't really washed for so long. Maybe it didn't matter too much but I felt neglected, disgusting, and wanted to scrub every last inch of myself till it was clean. Wash hair. He just shook his head and started to shave, or tried to, but he knelt nicking himself as he watched me in the mirror.
A knock from the door made us both twist to direct our attention there, hearing Jeremy call that it was lunch time, his voice very clear that it was an order and not a suggestion. We both dressed in a hurry and went downstairs to find that the first wave of lunch had gone. Dishes piled up. "I didn't want anyone tempted to steal any food you left behind." Jeremy said, as my eyes went to his, arms crossed. He gestured to where he'd set out my lunch. Nick's was a snack compared to it. "Eat up."
"I might vomit that much up..." I already felt sick looking at it.
"Eat as much as you can then. Muscle builder first." He was in full on Alpha-is-Ruler-and-orders-are-orders mode now, sliding my chair out, pushing the right food, any sympathy gone under the more important task. "Have you thought about whether you'd like the magazine at the wedding? I don't want to push you but they need to know and they've been fairly insistent."
"I... I don't know. Do you think the publicity would keep us safe a bit longer?"
Jeremy hesitated and nodded. "It can't hurt."
"I suppose it's okay then. As long as whatever they want to pay goes straight to those charities again."
"If they take one step out of line, I'll cancel it. Melissa's flying over to keep an eye on them again." Jeremy reassured me. He squeezed my shoulder, before vanishing into the study.
A hand appeared over my shoulder, yanking one of the sausages up, Reece yanking the chair beside me over.
"Reece..." A warning from the study. Like Jeremy had security cameras in here. How else could he have known?
"She can't eat all that." Reece was quick to swallow it. "I'm hungry still."
"Food in fridge." Jeremy stayed in the study, the sound of the computer clicking on. "Not on table."
Nick was eating slowly, watching the two of us, an unreadable look on his face all of a sudden. I glanced at him and caught something else. Not jealousy, exactly, but he was wary. I guessed Reece was getting a bit too cosy for him. When Reece went to steal another sausage, it was Nick who growled, yanking my plate out of Reece's grip. "You heard Jeremy. Here." He pushed it back towards me, eyes on me, waiting.
Reece grinned at me and went to get his own out of the fridge. He was like a young wolf teasing an older wolf, nothing more than that, I understood exactly what it was about.
I drank the special formula, took the pills, and went on to making sure I got what I could into my stomach. The three of us ate quietly, too busy eating to talk.
A small hand snuck across my side, sneaking, and when it was close to stealing one of the boiled eggs, I grabbed it and tickled it. A squeal of laughter came from beside me, Kate wriggling as she backed off, only to find Nick waiting to tickle her from behind. It reminded me of what Matt used to do when he was little.
I managed to finish it, with the help of Reece and Nick, and found myself tugged by her into the living room after.
"Mommy wants to see you. Come on!"
YOU ARE READING
Hunter - Book 2 of the Hunted Series
FanfictionAnne, an Australian, has escaped and has started to heal. Even now though that werewolf, who calls himself Master, who bit her and tortured her for almost a year is close on her tail. She doesn't know if she's hunting him or if he's hunting her. S...
