Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,116

there. He immediately caught sight of Bree standing out on the street near the SWAT SUV and he smiled. “I don’t know about you guys, but it’s been one hell of a long day, and I’m ready to think about something else besides bank robbers, blood, and mind control.”

“You mean like finally telling Bree she’s The One for you?” Trey asked with a snort and a poke to the shoulder.

“Maybe not that. Not yet,” he said. “But I’m definitely ready to go home with her…and my beta.”

Chapter 18

“Damn, I really love that guy,” Bree said, letting out a dreamy sigh as she watched Diego’s biceps flex as he served the volleyball. He, Brandon, Kevin, Knox, Hale, and Connor were playing against a team made up of his pack mates and some beta werewolves, and right now the game was tied. “I mean, I never thought I could love a man this much, but I do.”

Beside her, Rachel laughed. They’d been sitting at one of the empty picnic tables for the past fifteen minutes, watching the game along with most of the other people at the SWAT compound there for what Bree learned were their famous weekly cookouts. Trey had put the burgers, steaks, hot dogs, and chicken on the grill—much to the delight of the Pack’s pet pooches—and the aroma was already filling the air. She might not have the keen nose of Diego and her son, but she could definitely smell all that delicious food.

“That’s because Diego is The One for you,” Rachel said, reaching out to grab a handful of Doritos from the bowl between them.

Bree smiled, sipping her iced tea as she considered the notion. “I never thought of it like that, but I guess he is.”

Over in the volleyball pit, Brandon and Diego high-fived each other after her son scored a point for their team. In the two weeks since Dave had kidnapped them, Diego had been more of a dad to her son than her ex had ever been. And Brandon absolutely loved Diego like a father. She’d never seen her son so happy.

“Diego still hasn’t told you, has he?” Rachel asked, grabbing some more chips. “I talked to him the other day about this, and he said he was going to tell you.”

Bree picked up a Dorito and nibbled on it, glancing at her. “Told me what?”

Rachel hesitated, as if debating whether to say any more.

“Told me what?” Bree prompted again, a little nervous now.

“Diego should really be filling you in on this, but since he obviously won’t, I guess I’ll have to.” Rachel sighed. “When you fall in love with a werewolf, you’re more than soul mates. Diego didn’t happen to walk into that diner when you needed him. Fate—or a higher power, I guess you could say, and maybe a little werewolf magic if such a thing exists—put him there. We have a few negotiators on the team, and any of them could have gone on that call, but Diego was the negotiator who did. You two are meant to be together. You’re the one woman who’s perfect for him and can accept him for being a werewolf. He’s the one man you’ve been looking for your whole life though you didn’t even know it.”

Bree looked over at Diego again, watching as Brandon volleyed the ball to him and he spiked it over the net. What Rachel said was like something out of a romance book, but the connection she’d described was exactly what she’d been feeling for Diego.

“Why didn’t Diego tell me any of this?” she asked.

Rachel made a face. “Because he’s a guy and that means he’s stupid when it comes to this stuff. He had this idea in his head that you’d be upset if you thought there was some outside force that brought the two of you together.”

“What?” Bree frowned. “That’s ridiculous.”

“That’s what I said.”

Bree finished her Dorito and reached for another, trying to puzzle out why Diego thought she’d be upset by fate putting them together. She’d already told him on their first date how lucky she and Brandon were to have met him when they both needed him.

She was still thinking about that when Diego and Knox came over to the table with Hale and Connor, plates of food in their hands. She hadn’t realized they’d finished their game. Diego’s tall, blond pack mate had a small plate for Kat with her own cheeseburger, something the cat appreciated, if the way she jumped up on the