Rebecca (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Alpha Marked Book 4) by Celia Kyle Page A

fucked it all up. Now, seeing them together, he realized everything he’d lost.
    Years of habits had cost him his future.
    Because Rebecca was theirs. His and Aidan’s. He didn’t give a fuck what tradition said. Rebecca belonged to them both. He’d find a way to apologize, to work his way back into their lives, and then they’d claim the woman as their own. He hoped he did it soon, before too much time passed and he was left with nothing.
    Standing in the middle of the Ruling Alphas’ suite and waiting for Rebecca and Aidan, he was anxious to repair the damage he’d caused. He just needed one chance, a handful of moments to plead his case.
    Eventually Aidan and Rebecca, in a new robe and clean of blood from her hug with Carson, emerged from one of the other rooms within the suite, the scent of arousal and hints of desire clinging to them. The only thing that saved his sanity was the fact he didn’t think they’d made love as Carson sat battling his wolf’s need for her.
    They held hands as they emerged, faces flushed but no less worried.
    A low snicker came from across the room. “Had a good time, didn’t you?”
    The man was obviously an idiot. Desire and sex held two distinct scents.
    Rebecca blushed, and Aidan growled, but Carson went into action. He zeroed in on the offending man, moving from one side of the room to the other in a blink. He wrapped his claw-tipped fingers around the male’s throat before he could utter a sound.
    Carson squeezed and lifted the wolf until his feet dangled. “Do you have something to say?”
    Red-faced and gasping, the wolf pushed out a single word. “No.”
    Carson leaned close, grip remaining firm. “I didn’t hear you. Do you have something to say? I’m thinking it should sound like an apology to my mate.”
    He internally winced at the slip, but refused to stutter and stammer over the words.
    “I-I-I’m s-s-s-sorry.”
    “And you’re never going to do it again, are you?” He kept his tone even and calm. He couldn’t allow his wolf to tear away any more control because then he’d be ripping the male to shreds.
    “No. Never.”
    An annoyed sigh reached him and was immediately followed by Keller’s irritated voice. “Carson, can you please put the idiot Warden down? We need him for a little while. You can kill him later.”
    “How much later?” Carson’s wolf was intrigued by the idea of a time limit. That meant he would eventually get a piece of the Warden.
    “A few days.”
    “Ten minutes. Fifteen tops.” Madden’s voice overrode Keller’s lie. The gentler—yet deadly—Ruling Alpha was too easy on the idiots.
    With a final, threatening snarl, he released the wolf and stepped back as the male fell to the ground in a gasping pile. Giving the Warden one last glare, he strode back across the room and took up a post behind the couch where Aidan and Rebecca now sat.
    Rebecca shot him an incredulous look, mouth and eyes wide open, while Aidan’s was dark and calculating. He knew his words stunned the duo, but now wasn’t the time to plead his case. He hoped it would be soon, though.
    The still red-faced Warden joined the small group. Several loveseats were turned in a loose circle, each occupied by one of the Wickham sisters and their mates. The last held the idiot werewolf and who Carson assumed was his Warden partner.
    “Okay.” Keller clapped his hands. “Let’s get started. First, I want to discuss the dead wolf in the lobby and Rebecca’s brief kidnapping.”
    Carson gripped his own biceps, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around Rebecca. Staring at the back of her head, at the way she leaned against his partner and sought comfort from him, speared Carson’s heart. It could have been him with them on the loveseat had he not destroyed their partnership. But they were still tied together despite Aidan’s earlier words. Only the most powerful Warden Pair could sever the bond.
    He wouldn’t say a word to the Ruling Wardens, Emmett and Levy. He