Page 87 of Our Deceptive Heat

Everyone goes silent.

“Pardon?”

“The girl everyone thought I was fucking when I rescued her from a brothel. That was my sister. She’s been treated for addiction. I did not sleep with anyone in that building. I got a call, and I went there with a doctor. He spent several grueling hours saving her life, and I took her to a treatment facility.”

Mitro blinks. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“I was trying to protect her.”

“Why come clean now?”

“Because I don’t want to be the person that people think would do something like that. I’m not that guy.”

Mitro smiles widely. “What kind of guy are you, Tyr?”

“He’s the kind of guy who lets himself get hurt by the words of the world to protect someone,” Mako growls.

“Tyr is the guy who takes care of you when you’re sick or tired.” Envy shrugs. “He’s a mother hen.”

Mitro laughs and looks at Digs.

“He’s the guy you look up to, the one you know has your back, no matter what. He would never do anything to cause you pain, not unless he had no other choice.”

My cheeks burn, and I glance at her. She is smiling, her hand in Tony’s.

“Tyr, I am so glad you could come on today. Thank you for sharing that with us. Is there anything you want to say to your fans?”

I smile. “Just that we appreciate the absolute fuck out of you.”

“Oops, we’re going to need to bleep that out.” Mitro laughs and turns to the camera.

He starts talking, but I’m done. I need to go.

“Are we done?” I cut into Mitro’s conversation. I don’t wait for him to tell me, I just stand up and glide off the stage, my pack a step behind.

I glance back at Mitro, regretting my rudeness. He just smiles, his face is perfectly made up, his strange candy apple red hair flawlessly styled. He is kind and teasing, and any other day, I’d really like this alpha. But in his eyes I see something else: fierce intelligence and yearning. I wonder who he wants but can’t have.

Any other day, I’d go back and talk to the alpha, maybe try to be his friend, because I like him, but…

Just…not today.

She waits for us, her eyes wide and a smile on her lips. I hold out my hand, and she slips hers into mine.

This is how it should be.

I lead them out of the studio and down to our car. I barely wait for the car door to shut before I’m on her, kissing her so deeply I drown in coconut. My hand on her nape, pulling her closer as I lean over her.

The car stops, and I tear my mouth from hers. Her lips are a delicious cherry colour, and her eyes are sparkling.

I look at the hotel and then back at her. “I can’t wait. Immanuel put up the privacy screen and take us round the city.”

Immanuel gives the affirmative and starts driving. I drag her onto my lap.

I almost rip her jeans off her, but she just arches and rubs against me as I dispose of her clothes.

Sliding us into the middle seat, I motion to my pack to move out of the way.

My hands grab her hips hard enough to bruise. I hold her poised over my dick as the car rocks.

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