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“Trust me, it was EVERY day. I thought my car drums were going to burst.”
Anders interrupts, chuckling.
Dad smiles and continues. “On Anders 18th birthday, we arranged for me to get on stage. It was meant to look like a toast to him. But instead, I grabbed my guitar and sang my song to her. Walking through the crowd of pack members until I was right in front of her.”
He smiles wistfully at the memory, reliving it as he tells the story. “At the end, I got down on one knee. I think she thought I was going to propose, but we were both too young. And I asked if she’d be my date to the prom.”
“It was a bold move.” Anders states. “She could have shut you down in front of the entire pack.”
“But she didn’t.” Dad says softly.
“No, she didn’t” Anders repeats.
“So, we went to prom, all four of us together, and had a great time. And the rest, as they say, is history.”
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When I arrive at the Nelson’s home, I can tell that Cara is dressed up for me. She’s always beautiful, but her hair is in bigger curls than normal and there is light amount of makeup on her face. She’s so stunning it takes my breath away.
When my father asks why I’m there, I’m not surprised and ready with my response. What does surprise me is that Cara turns to stand in front of me, like she’s protecting me. And then she basically challenges my father letting him know that if he has a problem with me being here, that both of us will somewhere else. go
While I appreciate that she’s willing to spend time with me, I’m punched in the gut with a harsh reality. In concept, the idea of having a Guardian is exciting, amazing. Someone who is your equal who will have your back on the battlefield. The reality, however, means that my Guardian, who is also my mate, will be putting her life on the line for me. I can’t let that happen. I’m the Alpha. It’s MY job to protect the pack, including and most importantly, protecting my mate and
Luna.
When I try to move out from behind her, she continues to shift her body so it’s impossible for me to step around her without pushing her out of the way. My dad is watching the interaction and realizes what she’s doing. Thankfully, Mr. Nelson arrives at that moment to diffuse the situation and Cara invites me in.
While she goes to find a vase for the flowers, I take a look around. The place feels like home. It’s different than living in a pack house, and I wonder if she’d want to live in a house of our own when we’re mated. Especially when we are ready to have pups. I had never really considered living outside the pack house, it’s always been my home, but this could be even better. Just us.
After putting the fresh flowers in the vase, I ask her what the delicious scent is. I already know what it is, it’s her. The beautiful smell that is all hers. The smell that calms my nerves, relaxes my mind and brings me peace. She brings up the steaks and I can’t help but tease a bit when I say that’s not it. When she says it’s the lobster mac and cheese, I realize she went out of her way to make this a nice dinner for me.”
My need to be near her overwhelms me and I walk to her, pulling her hips against me. I’m not sure she realizes that she moans a little as her hands land on my chest and she leans into me. I’m confident that she’s not immune to the pull of the mate bond when I smell the sweet scent of her arousal and know that if we don’t shut this down now, I may not want to stop and that’s not good when both our fathers are just outside the door.
We finish prepping for dinner just in time to have Dad and Mr. Nelson return with the steaks. The smell of dinner is making my mouth water. No wonder my father doesn’t want to share his time on Thursdays. If I’d known he was eating this well, I’d have forced my way in a long time ago.
I had expected to be grilled by Mr. Nelson, so when he asks me about being Cara’s mystery man, I’m ready. However, the turn of conversation after that takes me by surprise. Watching the interaction between my father and Mr. Nelson is new and interesting. My father doesn’t have many close friends. Being the Alpha is a lonely position. It’s yet another reason why the Luna is so important in the pack. She provides the partnership that the Alpha doesn’t get from others, expect possibly his Beta if they are close.
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The relationship between Dad and Mr. Nelson is practically a brotherhood. talk together as equals, laughing and joking at the other’s expense, exactly as you would expect brothers to do. It’s a new and different side to my father that I haven’t seen before. I like it.
Cara is as surprised as I am that my father had to convince my mother to date him, and I silently curse Mr. Nelson for bringing up the way she-wolves are drawn to powerful wolves. Cockblock much Clint?
When my dad says he had the jewelry set made for mom that gave me the idea for the jewelry set for Cara, I can’t believe it. I hadn’t really thought about where it had come from, it just always reminded me of mom’s eyes which gave me the idea for Cara’s.
I love that while I’m talking, Artemis pushes forward to show off the allu eyes that I’m talking about. Kai pushes forward too. He wants to make sure Artemis knows he’s all in with me.
Mr. Nelson’s comment about ‘like father, like son’ makes me proud. My father is a good Alpha, a good mate and a good father. I really do hope to live up to his high standards when I’m Alpha.
Listening to Mr. Nelson talk about how he had to convince Lily Nelson to date him too, gives me hope for Cara and I. I know we’re mates, even though she doesn’t. They would have known before Mom and Lily as well, and it all worked out in the end.
There’s a brief pause while we clear plates and get dessert. Dad brought a pie that Mom made. “What kind of pie did Mom make this week?” I ask.
Cara pulls it out of the fridge and sniffs it. “Smells like peanut butter?” It’s a question, not a statement.
I walk up behind her, sliding my arm around her waist as I lean in. “Yep, peanut butter. I love Mom’s peanut butter pie. Should we make some coffee?”
She shows me where everything is for coffee and I start a pot brewing, while Cara starts washing up dishes. Our dads have stayed in the dining room, continuing to reminisce about the good old days, so it’s just the two of us in the kitchen.
There is something almost intimate about us moving around each other, being together like this. I realize, I want this. This life, this domesticity, this intimacy with Cara. For a moment, I can hear the sound of the tv in the other room with cartoons, hear the pitter patter of little feet running through the kitchen as we move around them and each other cleaning up. I want it all and I want it with this woman.
I so overwhelmed with the feelings inside me, I can’t help myself. I go to her, take her soapy hands in mine and turn her to me before cupping her cheek and kissing her with passion. I pour everything that I’m feeling into that kiss. I want her to feel how much I want her, not just today or tomorrow, but forever, for always.
I’m lost in her scent, her taste, the feel of her lips against mine. I nip at her bottom lip seeking entrance until her lips part and I slide my tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. One hand slides into her soft hair, while the other pulls her tightly against me. I never want this kiss to end.
I’ve forgotten everything but her until I hear the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat. I’m suddenly brought back to reality and realize that I’m kissing Clint Nelson’s daughter with a passion no parent wants to see right in front of him. And not just him, my father as well.
I slowly pull my face away from Cara’s, only now realizing that her hands are gripping the front of my shirt, holding me close and one of my legs has slid in between hers. We’re practically wrapped around each other. Cara opens her eyes. They are dazed and her lips are puffy from my kiss. She’s never looked more beautiful.
I turn my head and see both dads looking at us. “Perhaps you can stop kissing my daughter iong enough to let us have some dessert Rik.” Mr. Nelson scolds me.
Sorry sir, your daughter is just too amazing to let moments like this one pass me by.”
He nods his head in understanding. “Just as long as you understand that my daughter is still underage and saving herself for her mate.” He gives me a knowing look. I’m her mate, he knows it, but he wants me to wait until she knows it as well.
“I understand sir, and I respect that decision.”
“Son, if you’re going to be kissing my daughter like that in front of me, you’d better start calling me Clint.”
YES! Finally! “Thank you, Clint.” I can’t help but smile.
Cara has gone back to finishing the dishes, hiding her face while she gets herself back under control. I grab the pie and a cutter and head back to the table. Cara gets the plates and coffee. While we’re eating dessert, I have a question I’ve been wanting to ask.
“So, I’m dying to know how you got the nickname Little Badass, Cara.” I’m looking at her as I say it, so I see the smile that flashes on her face before she forces it back down. She looks up at my father. I look between them, finally registering what happened.
“She pinned you, dad?” I ask, stunned. My father is one of the strongest Alpha’s in the country. He used to be the strongest, but younger Alphas like Liam and I are taking that title now.
Mr. Nelson, Clint, gets a smug look on his face. “She not only pinned your father, she did it in, what was it Anders? Fifteen minutes?”