Chapter Thirty–One
THOMONIC
I stare at my house from the driveway, tuning in to all the sounds around the yard and the sounds filtering out through the walls of the house. The place is basically soundproof–well at least it is for humans. But for wolves not so much. In what I en tell, Draven doesn’t sound angry, I can hear her laughing with the guys al they trade stories about the stupid shit that goes on inside of the Sherif Station from time to time. I am surprised as hell that one of those voices belongs to Keda
Maybe they coined her that she has nothing to worry about?
Maybe, at maybe, they were able to bring her down from the ledge?”
Ha! Something tells me she’s saving the explosion for when I step through the door
And the longer it takes me the anger she is probably becusing
Fuck it. Here goes nothing.” I say to myself climbing out of my car and strutting up the will then through the back door.
They all fall silent as I enter, every poor of eyes going straight for Draven. She sits with her legs drawn up on the sofa, her dainty little feet tucked under her ly
Son–of–a–burch those are the litle shorts.
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She does not look up. Her pazt is locked on the television in front of her. Quin’s eye catch mine and he shakes his head minutely as if to say, stay cal my head back, trying Back you, My attention falls on the other two assholes in the men who still have yet to look my way. Draven a sandwiched bet Lean who dont move at all, not even to smile.
What the fuck?
I shake
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I stomp toward my fridge and yank out a beer, popping the top diff with my one hand I thug the entire bottle to the head. This at least, grab their attention. They know I only drink that way when I’m about to lose my temper
Not counting yesterday with Draven on the jade.
I stalk toward where the three of them are sat and settle in front of Draven. She miser, cold, frosted green eyes up my frame, her face a mask of indifferance
“‘re blocking the screen,” she says i
My blood is boiling and I will my muscles to relax as a growl begins to form deep with my chest. They are way too close to her and my first instinct is to rip them way. And they know this – they fucking know this, but they re playing this out for her For Draven. The one girl no one thould be touching but me. My body wants to change. The desire becoming so great that I can feel the hairs on my neck standing attention would not do to expose the truth of my existence right at this precise moment, and I know I should step away, but something holds me anchored to the ground. My feet refuse to move. Probably sensing that I am on the verge of shifting, the two idiots before me, finally get up.
About facking nur
Koda makes for the coat rack on the wall, shrugging into his jacket and smirking at the entire time. He doesn’t say a word as he leaves. Not even to say goodbye. Logan heads for the back door as he is still staying in the condo and he doesn’t have far to go to escape my wrath.
“Later Draven, be says and 1 prist angrily, glaring at his back as he leaves.
“Why don’t you join him for a bit, Quinn,” I growl, staring down at Draven as she huts in arroyance, turning up the volume on the television.
“Yeah,” Quinn agrees. “I think I do that.”
I stare down at her, waiting until we are completely alone to snatch the remote from her hands.
“Hey!” She snaps, pouting her lips in anzer
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They are plump and jury and wet and I want to bite them so badly that my teeth ache
“Am I finally allowed to explain?” ask quietly, taking a seat as close to her as possible on the coch
She attempts to scoot away from me but I grab her arm as gently as possible, tugging her anfly so that she doesn’t jerk away.
I don’t give a fuck what you do,” she seethes. “Ts not your gilfriend.”
No. But you are mine nonetheless.
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Staring at the side of her face, my chest begins to ache. Her midnight black hair falls around her like a curtain, and her breasts are heaving dept the blank lock in
as her eyes.
She’s hurt. I know it. Fick,
“Draven,” I plea softly, stretching one hand over the bare skin of her leg. “I didn’t touch that bitch. I swear to God, I didn’t
She turns her head to face me and can see the turmoil in her eyes, but she dorint zrak.
“She did that on purpose,” I sty. “She heard me on the phone with you and said that shit to make you think exactly what you must be thinking right now
Her body shudders, and she glances away. It doesnt matter, the whimpers. I hardly now you. It’s not like-“.
“It is like
corect her and she whips her eyes toward mine. It is,” I repeat, and it’s que. I’ve known since I met her that there would never be anyone Even she doesnt. Even if she never does. Lifting a finger, I trace her lips. Fuck thar spissent. Tve never touched a woman in anger in all my life until today.”
Her eyes widen, “What?”
I mod solemnly. “I didn’t hurt her, not really. But fuck if I didn’t want to. If James hadn’t stopped me, I might have.”
“Tames was there?” she asks, relief rippling through her and settling her breath.
** I smile. “He was. And so was Gryffin and so was Goose. We were in my office. Margo wes only in there to serve them drinks.”
The sighs, her eyes penting, Reaching up with one hand, she catches my finger, then settles my hand in her lap. My body hardens, fighting the urge to dip my ingen into the bottom of her shorts.
“I think,” she says softly, squeezing my hand. That I’m finally ready.
My dick twitches. “Ready?” I ask, and I bite hack a groan. I’m two seconds away from dragging her upstairs who she turns her face toward me and I realize what she s
truly trying to say.
Her eyes are dark and woeful. “I’m ready,” she whispers. “To talk about my stepfather,
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