There's Something About Werewolves: Seven Brides for Seven Shifters, Book 1 by Thalia Eames

pissed.”
    Garrett squeezed Nox’s neck and rose. Cash had more to say. “Right now he’s cussing Dillon but it won’t be long before he demands to see Lennox.”
    “Where is she?” Garrett passed Cash on his way to find Ian. Cash followed him out.
    “She’s in her room now.”
    “Did you refill her prescriptions?”
    “Yeah, she took them. The muscle relaxant seemed to calm her down.”
    “Is she resting?”
    Cash shook his head. “I can’t call it. I do know she’s refusing to eat. Even snacks.”
    A dark cloud descended over Garrett. He had zero patience when it came to Ian. The man pissed him off in enough ways to deserve an epic beat down. And Garrett really wanted to hand out an ass whipping. He strode down the hall, hoping for a fight.
    To his credit, Ian kept his voice down while blasting Dillon for not calling him sooner. Only the wolfen in the house would hear the tongue-lashing. Dillon, like a good lieutenant, took it without offering excuses.
    “Somers, why are you in my house stirring shit up?”
    Ian turned and growled. “She’s not yours to protect.”
    Garrett flickered amber and flashed his canines. “More mine than yours.” They advanced on one another, each taking inventory of the other’s physical strengths, each accessing the other’s flaws. Gauging how one’s longer reach would fare against the other’s greater agility? Whose claws were sharper? Whose teeth clamped harder, shredded deeper. Ian had no idea how far into history Garrett’s wolfen bloodlines ran. Garrett had no doubts he’d paint the walls with the other man’s guts.
    “If it weren’t for your son, I’d kick your ass out of my territory.” Ian circled left.
    Garrett mirrored him. Moving around to the right, he unleashed a wolfish grin. “I really wish you’d try it.”
    Very few people could stop Garrett in mid-fury. Cash, who happened to be one of them and one of Garrett’s few friends, laid a hand on his shoulder. Speaking low, Cash said, “He’s as worried about her as you are. Don’t kill him for that.”
    Garrett glared.
    “We both know you can. Do you really need to prove it at the risk of your friendship with Lennox?”
    Ian scoffed loud enough to let them know he’d heard Cash’s words.
    Too much had happened. Too much anger, too much confusion, too much…Garrett couldn’t say what else. It had all been too much. Garrett stalked over to one of the leather couches in the open living room and forced himself to sit. “Cash, find out if she’s up for company. If it’s a yes, you know what to do.”
    Minutes later, Cash led a smug Ian to Lennox’s room. Garrett rose and stood at the mouth of the hall. Minutes after, Ian quietly closed Lennox’s door behind him and rested his forehead against it.
    Mr. Chuckles reeked of rejection. Judging by his hangdog demeanor, there’d be a lot of forlorn howling at the moon tonight. Garrett almost felt guilty for enjoying Ian’s dejection so much. Almost. But it felt damn good to know Lennox had refused comfort from his rival. Chuckles shot him a curt nod before he signaled Dillon to follow and left.
    Garrett walked down to Lennox’s room. He listened at the door for a minute. The bed linens rustled but no other sounds escaped the room. He made his way to his office and, calling out to Cash, said, “Let’s eat and get that work done.”
    As expected, neither Gran nor Lennox joined them for dinner. Garrett and Cash had been working from the office for several hours. Good thing Hollywood never slept. A lot of moviemakers got late-night phone calls during that time.
    Garrett couldn’t focus the way he wanted too. Thoughts of Lennox kept coming to him as he worked. The need to hold her or whisper nonsense to make her laugh splintered his attention.
    Hell, he had no idea what he’d been saying all night or who he’d promised what. No doubt he’d negotiated some very bad deals. Even now, a prima-donna actress and her agent were going tag team on his