Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 99285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
But fuck if I could help myself where my mate was concerned.
I tilted my head in that direction, and a warning sound came for me, a threatening noise that someone was far too close to my mate. I looked back at my mate and watched as she quickly donned a robe before tying the sash around her waist and heading out of her bedroom.
I moved around the house, keeping to the shadows. It was the same car that had dropped her off, now parked in her driveway, still idling, a dark-haired female sitting in the passenger seat, her face lit up as she looked down at her cell phone.
There was a male standing on the front porch stoop, a phone in hand, his dark brows pulled low as he stared at it as if he were confused by the fucking piece of technology. I didn't like him, wanted to go to him and twist his head right off his fucking neck.
I remembered seeing him at the club. And although he hadn’t touched her, I saw him watching her. The very clear look of desire on his face pissed me off. I found myself moving closer, knowing I’d fucking kill him.
I’d rip his throat out, or at the very least gouge out his eyeballs.
The primitive, animal side of me was about to lunge for him when the front door swung open and my female stood on the other side, her arms wrapped around her waist as she looked up with a clearly surprised expression on her face at that fucker. Their voices were low, but I could hear them clear enough.
“Kayla, you left this on the backseat,” he said in a thickly Italian accented voice and handed the cell to her.
Kayla. At least I knew my mate’s name now.
I didn’t miss how their fingers brushed, something that motherfucker no doubt orchestrated.
I growled again, louder this time so the bastard heard. I wanted him to know danger was close. He turned his head and looked in my direction, but I knew he couldn’t see me. The shadows were too thick. And although I didn’t need to hide, not from anyone, not from any threat, I stayed where I was and didn’t make my presence known, because I didn’t want to scare my mate.
Of course, there was plenty of time for that later, when I took her away and she’d have no option but to realize she was mine forever.
He narrowed his eyes as if he was trying to see through the thick haze of shadows. I had my hands tightly curled into fists at my side, every single part of me wanting to rip him away from her. I didn’t want another male close to Kayla, didn’t want them to look at her, let alone talk to her.
And here was this bastard, who was inches from her, looking down into her beautiful face, smelling how sweet she was.
“Oh. Thank you. My mind was… elsewhere, I guess.” She held her cell up and gave him a smile. “Thanks again.” Her voice was soft, low.
I wasn’t surprised by how damn possessive I was, how intensely jealous I felt. This was normal for a mated male, but with me… with me it was so fucking strong I was drowning in it. I didn’t do anything in my life fucking half-assed.
I was brutal and savage, vicious in all things, and so of course when it came to my female, I would no doubt be an unbearable, overprotective prick. She’d hate it; I was sure. She’d see me as a fucking caveman, because the very thought of her even in the same room as the opposite sex had murderous jealousy moving through me.
Thankfully for the fucker, he’d keep his life tonight, because he turned and headed back to the car. He’d get to live, but I sneered when he stopped before climbing into his car and looked over at the now closed front door.
He coveted what was mine, and that I wouldn’t stand for. If he was smart, he’d stay away. I hoped he wouldn’t though, because that meant I’d get to satisfy the bloodlust coursing through me at the very thought of protecting my female.
I stood still as I watched him climb back into the car and leave the property, and only when his taillights vanished in the distance did I move back to Kayla’s bedroom window.
The bathroom door was now closed, light billowing out from the bottom crack. And I just stood there, staring at that door, waiting to lay eyes on her again.
It didn’t take her long before she was opening up the door again and shutting off the bathroom light, the steam from her shower coming out like a cloud surrounding her. She looked like an angel… an angel now forever linked to the devil himself.