A SEAL Wolf Christmas

by Terry Spear

  Meara glanced at Anna, then took a deep breath. “Maybe we shouldn’t tell all these stories in front of Tessa. She’s due any second.”

  “Nonsense.” Tessa looked at the sweater that Meara was wearing and frowned. “Are you gaining weight?”

  Every eye turned to stare at Meara’s sparkly Christmas tree sweater. “Twins, next spring.”

  “Ha!” Tessa said. “Does Finn know?”

  “I told him right before we came over here. He’s thrilled.”

  Everyone congratulated her and then grew quiet.

  Tessa said to Anna, “Maybe you need to talk to Bjornolf about what’s troubling you.”

  Anna was tough. She had to be. She’d worn a coat of armor for years. But this was the hardest thing she’d ever have to do.

  “You have to trust him,” Tessa said. “He’s your mate.”

  Anna nodded.

  “We’re leaving and sending him in here. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “If someone will help me up from the bench,” Tessa said.

  Anna could not imagine being that full of babies again, and when she cast a look at Jessica to see her take on it, she looked like she was thinking the same thing.

  Meara said, “I’ll get Hunter.” She hurried out of the room and quickly returned with both Hunter and Bjornolf.

  He looked worried. Anna hated how she’d hit such a low spot and he was the one who had to put up with her.

  Hunter helped Tessa up and escorted her out of the bedroom.

  The other ladies left the room, and Meara shut the door behind her.

  “Some potentially good news,” Bjornolf said as he sat on the bed and put his arm around Anna. “If the plans for the tree plantings are any indication, we might be able to pinpoint the location of the bodies. Hunter’s going to have the police get on it.”

  “That’s good,” she said, genuinely meaning it. For a moment, she thought she might just skip telling him about her past.

  “You know you can tell me anything, Anna. You’re the most important person in the world to me.”

  She took a deep breath. This was it. She had to get it off her chest. He deserved to know. Maybe… he could help her deal with it. “I haven’t told anyone this… since it happened. Years and years ago.”

  He kissed her cheek. “You’re the first one I confided in about the bear killing my friend.”

  She nodded. He was right. He’d bared his soul to her and it was time for her to do the same. She took a deep breath. “Okay. I was fifteen the first time I kissed a wolf. He was…” She paused. “Older. Cocky. I really liked him. All alpha. I had these notions that if I loved him and he loved me, we’d become mated wolves.”

  She felt Bjornolf stiffen a bit.

  She shook her head. “My parents were never nurturing. I needed somebody to love who would love me in return. I thought he could be that someone.”

  She harrumphed. “My past was so gray and murky that I don’t remember a time when I ever received a Christmas gift. My parents should never have had me. I always suspected I was a fluke, unintentional. I even had the notion that they weren’t my real parents. And then they were murdered.”

  Bjornolf rubbed her arm. She appreciated his comforting touch, when she would have pulled away in the past.

  “So when I met Rory, I thought he would be good for me. He even gave me a gift. New hair ribbons. I was so naive. He forced himself on me. He didn’t want me. He left, and… I learned I was pregnant.”

  “At fifteen,” Bjornolf said, his voice quiet.

  “With twins. A boy and a girl. I was too young to have babies. They arrived seventeen weeks early on Christmas Day. Even today, many premature babies die. Back then, they had no chance of survival. I was devastated.” She took another deep breath and expelled it.

  “I used some of the money I received after my parents’ deaths to buy a small child’s coffin and headstone and buried them together, just as the twins had been snuggled next to each other in my womb. A minister spoke last rites for that young girl’s twin babies—that’s how I looked at it. Like I wasn’t even there. And then I buried the recollections as best I could.” She glanced up at him and saw the look of love in his eyes.

  “I should have told you earlier, Bjornolf. I’m sorry.”

  He pulled her into his embrace and held on tight, kissing her hair and keeping her close. “I’m sorry you had to go through that alone. You know you can tell me anything. I’m always here for you.”

  She nodded.

  “You’re not worried about what I think, are you?”

  She didn’t say anything.

  “You thought I wouldn’t still love you? God, Anna, I do love you, no matter what.”

  “What… what if we can’t have children?” she asked, softly.

  He hugged her. “That’s nothing to worry about. If we have children, that’s great. If we don’t, that’s fine, too. Besides, we’re kind of busy taking care of two nearly grown kids anyway.”

  She smiled a little at him. “Yeah, we are.”

  He cleared his throat and seemed to want to say something else, but was afraid to.

  “What?”

  “Is the wolf dead?” he growled. Gone was the soothing, caring Bjornolf. And in his place was a retired SEAL wolf who was ready to mete out justice on her behalf.

  “Yeah, he is. The minister’s brother killed the wolf right after I’d buried my babies. I love you, you know?”

  “Yeah. And the feeling’s mutual.” He gave her a knowing smile.

  They heard more voices in the living room. The open house had begun.

  “I’ve got to get dressed,” Anna said, sighing. She was ready to have a new outlook on the holidays. She was ready to truly forget the past. But she knew she couldn’t. Some memories never went away.

  “Are you going to be all right?” he asked, concerned, running his hand soothingly over her back.

  “Yeah, thanks.”

  “Need any help?”

  “Dressing? Or undressing?” she asked, moving to the closet. He was good for her.

  Bjornolf chuckled. “If I help with either, we’ll miss the party. I’ll just enjoy the show. Are you ready for us to tell Hunter we want to join his pack?”

  Anna slipped into her black dress, the back cut low and sexy, and black heels. She smiled when she saw Bjornolf’s tongue practically hang out, and held out her hand to him. “Yeah, I am. Ready to join the party?”

  “If we weren’t hoping to join Hunter and Tessa’s pack, I’d skip the party.”

  She smiled and kissed him thoroughly, his hands stroking down her naked back and over her buttocks, the silky fabric sliding with his touch. She finally sighed and said, “Let’s go before we decide we don’t need a pack.”

  “I’ve been thinking,” Bjornolf said, her hand in his, “it’s time I saw my brother again. It’s been years. I’d… like to take you to meet him.”

  She snapped her gaping mouth shut and smiled at him. “I’d like that.”

  ***

  The decorated homes for the pack’s open-house parade were lovely. Bjornolf kept Anna tucked under his arm for most of the night as they visited one house after another, meeting each of the pack members. Nathan was as proud as could be and kept his arm around Jessica’s waist the whole time.

  Bjornolf thought Anna was more beautiful than any sparkly lights or glamorous Christmas decorations. She seemed like a whole new person in the sexy black dress that caught everyone’s eye, along with her long legs, high heels, and low-cut bodice. She smelled sweet and delicious—of oranges and cinnamon, and of the apple cider she’d been drinking. And they had a wonderful time. He couldn’t wait to get her home and spend the rest of the night making love to her if she was up to it.

  H
e managed to walk outside at Tessa and Hunter’s home and sneak a call to Reid while Anna was talking to some of the women.

  “Hey, Reid—”

  “Bjornolf—”

  “I don’t need the information. Okay? Don’t look anymore.”

  “Okay. The guy’s dead.”

  Angry that a wolf could have done what he did to her, Bjornolf clenched his teeth. Reid had found the information. But like him, that’s the first thing he had wanted to know—was the bastard who’d taken advantage of Anna still alive?

  “Thanks,” Bjornolf said. “I owe you—”

  “Lots,” Reid said. “Give that little wolf of yours a hug and a kiss for me. Merry Christmas.”

  “Yeah, same to you.”

  Bjornolf let out his breath, frosty mist in the cold air, and headed back to the house. Everything was going to be all right.

  As soon as he walked inside, Anna frowned a little at him. He quickly joined her and said, “Come on, before we chicken out. Let’s tell Hunter and Tessa the good news.”

  She smiled. “Maybe they won’t see it that way.”

  He chuckled. “His pack will be lucky to get us.”

  They found Tessa and Hunter pouring more wassail. Both turned to see what they had to say.

  “We’ve got good news,” Bjornolf said. “Well, unless you don’t want us to join your pack.”

  Tessa hurried over to hug Anna. “Thank God it worked. Hunter’s been trying to figure out a way to get the two of you together since the last mission here on the Oregon coast.”

  Anna and Bjornolf looked at Hunter. He smiled a little, then shook Bjornolf’s hand and gave Anna a hug. “I didn’t know that Meara had the same idea. That was why she sent Bjornolf to watch our backs in the Amazon.”

  Bjornolf grinned. “I should have known.”

  “This means the two of you are also going to be on the team for missions, right?” Hunter asked.

  “Bjornolf told me only if it’s not too dangerous for him,” Anna said, smiling.

  Bjornolf slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her tight. “She’s right.”

  “Having well-seasoned wolves who could help us with pack issues and on covert missions, too? The scenario couldn’t be better,” Hunter said. “I was worried about Anna being alone, and now…” Hunter breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad for you, Anna. And glad for you, Bjornolf. I’m pleased you’re no longer a ghost. That you want to be part of the team. Not just on the outside looking in.” Hunter saluted them with a cup of wassail. “Welcome to the pack.”

  ***

  When Bjornolf, Anna, Jessica, and Nathan arrived back at the house later that night, Jessica and Nathan wanted to talk to them about future living arrangements. Bjornolf wanted to take Anna to bed, but he knew this was important, too.

  They all sat down on the couch, and Jessica started the conversation as they sipped eggnog. “We’ve been thinking. Nathan sold his house, and he’s got money so he could help with the cost. And I could sell the Christmas tree farm…”

  “It’s not in your name—yet. Your adoptive parents claim it’s theirs,” Bjornolf warned.

  Jessica’s eyes narrowed a little. “But we know it isn’t. It’s my parents’ house. And they’re dead.” Jessica spoke as if she was coming to grips with what had happened. That under all this other talk, she was hurting, angry, and wanted to settle things a bit. “I think I know where they’re buried.”

  Anna should have been shocked at Jessica’s revelation, but she wasn’t. She guessed that Jessica was compartmentalizing things. Taking care of one major issue at a time. Jessica had been worried about being pregnant. Now she was concentrating on something else.

  Her parents’ deaths.

  Jessica loved the people who raised her, and she was struggling with giving them up, too. No teen should have to deal with issues like this.

  “How do you know?” Anna asked.

  “I started analyzing the sections of trees and the years they were planted. We have tons of records dating back some years before that. I was trying to match up when my parents might have been buried on the farm.”

  “I’ve been pondering that same thing about the DEA agents,” Bjornolf said. “Hunter’s police officers are going to look into it.”

  “What if your parents died in the Amazon, Jessica?” Anna asked, trying to be realistic. If they’d died there, no one would ever discover what had happened so long ago.

  “Sure, I considered it.” Jessica folded her arms. “When I was little, maybe five or so, I was playing in the basement, and I smelled blood.”

  “Your parents would have been gone about three years by then.”

  “Yeah, I don’t know. I never really gave it any thought until later when I fell and split my forehead open. I was six at the time. Head wounds bleed a lot. The doctor couldn’t find the cut in my hairline so they couldn’t stitch it. I remember smelling all that blood. It reminded me of the blood I’d breathed in earlier in the basement.”

  A wolf’s strong sense of smell.

  “I don’t recall getting a whiff of any blood when we were in the basement,” Anna said.

  “That’s my fault. I told my parents I smelled it on one side of the basement, opposite where the dartboard was. They said that I was imagining things, but they used bleach to clean it up. I could only smell bleach after that.”

  “It’s not your fault, Jessica. Forensic scientists can still discover bloodstains using luminol, which reacts by turning fluorescent.”

  Jessica nodded. She didn’t look happy about the situation, but she appeared resigned. If her adoptive parents had murdered her own parents, they’d lost the right to be her family.

  “Where do you think they were buried?”

  “Two different areas. Seedlings were just being planted. The other trees were too mature.”

  Bjornolf had his cell out and was already calling Hunter. “We think we’ve got a possible location for Jessica’s parents’ bodies.”

  Chapter 25

  After Nathan and Jessica returned to the other pack member’s home where they were staying and Anna fell asleep, Bjornolf left the bedroom and went into the living room. He turned on his phone to check the order status on the clothes he had ordered for her. He smiled when he confirmed that they would arrive in time for Christmas. He couldn’t wait to see Anna’s face light up when she opened his presents. He would do anything to make her smile.

  “What are you doing?” Anna asked as she walked into the living room, naked and mouthwatering.

  He quickly turned off his phone. “Nothing. Did I wake you?”

  “If you’re not doing anything, why don’t you come back to bed and do something?” she purred and slipped her hand around his arm. Her eyes took in his nakedness, giving his thickening cock a long, hungry look. She smiled as she gave her upper lip a little lick.

  He couldn’t help but give her a cocky grin. His mate was insatiable. So was he. Muscles tensing and ready for action, he swept her up in his arms and carried her back to bed. He was just glad the earlier upset was over.

  His feet were soundless on the thick carpeting. When he dropped her on the bed, she bounced and gave a little “oh.” As he joined her, he looked into her eyes, their gazes locking, and she teased, “So who were you texting? Old girlfriend?”

  “Are you kidding? Mated to a she-wolf with lethal moves, I’d never be that foolish.” He raked her from head to toe with his gaze, and then he ran his hands over her feet. She gave him a look that was particularly devilish, as if she wanted to try her moves out on him right then. Instead, she waited to see what he was going to do next, hands behind her head.

  He settled his cock against her nest of curls and lifted her legs around his waist. He ran his hands over her hips and waist, caressing her breasts while her smil
e broadened. He shrugged. “And these? A total distraction when I’m trying to take you down.”

  He slid his hands over her silky arms. “You’re all I ever wanted in a woman in one heavenly package.”

  “Hmm,” she said, her fingers sliding down his back and making him want to plunge into her. The moment he’d lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, he’d been ready.

  He kissed her long and hard, their tongues tasting of cinnamon and oranges. He shifted his attention to that sweet spot that had her writhing beneath him and begging him to finish her off.

  His cock was rock hard, throbbing with the need to find release, as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Every muscle in her body was toned to perfection as if she was meant just for him. For his pleasure. For his touch.

  She smelled of she-wolf and peach shampoo, of sweet wassail and sex and desire. Her heart was racing to the moon, and her breath caught when he sensed she was close to climaxing. He pushed her over the edge by pressing his cock between her folds. She cried out, not needing to hide their lovemaking from the teens tonight.

  He joined her, pressing hard and deep, surrounded by her hot, wet heat, as her muscles contracted with thrilling little ripples of climax. He told her he loved her and stretched her as he deepened the penetration.

  Her fingers were all over him—clawing at his back and ass, pulling at his shoulders.

  He wanted to hold on to the peak, wanted to make it last even if it killed him, but he couldn’t. He reminded himself that as needy as she was, they could do it again after a little bit.

  And he let go.

  “You’re so hot,” she murmured.

  “Hell, you make me hot.”

  Satiated, he pulled out of her, rolled onto his back, and moved her over to cuddle with him. No matter what happened, he would always love her.

  ***

  The next day, several investigators gathered at the Christmas tree farm, searching for bodies. Yale, Hunter, Finn, Anna, and Bjornolf watched the proceedings as teams of men dug up the areas that most likely held the bodies of Jessica’s parents and the DEA agents who were murdered.

  “Over here,” a man shouted, and they all moved to the area of freshly planted seedlings only a couple of weeks old. “Two bodies.”