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“There’s more. The company owner is an old business contact of mine. He’s willing to forget the whole thing if the money’s returned. No charges, no record. Not for you anyway.”

“Just like that?” Eric asked and Garrick nodded.

“Just like that. The owner cares more about recovering the funds than pursuing legal action. Says he’d rather handle it quietly.”

“Oh, thank God.” Relief filled her as she sagged against Eric. Over. It was all over.

“You little bitch,” Martin snarled from behind her, and she realized she’d forgotten all about him. “I’ll make sure you never work again. I’ll?—”

Eric growled and stepped in front of her again, and she made no attempt to stop him. Time for Martin to understand what it was like to meet a real predator.

CHAPTER 22

Eric’s wolf surged to the surface as Kendrick’s face contorted with rage, his carefully constructed facade crumbling. The acrid scent of desperation and fury rolled off the man in waves as he glared at Robin.

“I’m going to make you pay?—”

His vision tinged red, his muscles tensing as his wolf pushed against his control. No one threatened his mate. A deep growl rumbled from his chest as he took a step forward, but Robin’s gentle hand on his arm kept him from doing something he might regret.

Garrick came to his side again, his stone-like form imposing as he crossed his massive arms. The rest of the Pack shifted closer, creating a wall of supernatural strength and barely contained aggression.

Martin’s eyes darted between them, the blood draining from his face as he finally seemed to grasp his situation. Still, his ego wouldn’t let him back down.

“This isn’t over,” he spat, though his voice wavered.

“It is for you.” The alpha power in Callan’s voice carried absolute authority. He gave a slight nod, and two of his most intimidating Pack members—both well over six feet tall and built like linebackers—stepped forward to flank Martin.

He felt a savage satisfaction as Martin’s attempt at bravado finally crumbled. The man who had caused his mate so much pain now looked small and pathetic, surrounded by beings who could tear him apart without breaking a sweat. He watched as his pack members escorted Martin away, his wolf still bristling beneath his skin.

But then his mate turned to him, her eyes bright with unshed tears, and his focus immediately shifted. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest, her familiar scent helping to calm his wolf.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, running a hand down her back.

She trembled slightly in his embrace, but her voice was steady.

“I am now.” She pressed her face into his shirt, her arms tight around his waist. “I can’t believe it’s over.”

His wolf preened at how naturally she sought comfort in his arms. He was holding her close, savoring her warmth against him, when his enhanced hearing picked up voices at the edge of the square. He tensed as he recognized Callan’s low growl and Lila’s sharp tone.

“You told the bounty hunter where to find her,” Callan growled.

His wolf surged with rage, and he tightened his grip on his mate. Lila had put her in danger because of her petty jealousy. His first instinct was to confront her himself, but he forced himself to stay put. Callan was handling it, and Robin needed him more.

“She doesn’t belong here.” Lila’s voice dripped with disdain. “She’s just a human?—”

“She belongs if Eric says she belongs.” Callan’s tone held the full weight of his power as Alpha. “And if you can’t accept that, you’re the one who doesn’t belong in this pack.”

His wolf settled at Callan’s words, satisfied that justice would be served. He’d been right to trust the Alpha with this. He bent down and pressed a kiss to Robin’s temple.

“Let’s go home, little bird.”

She nodded and they walked back to the cabin in comfortable silence, his arm around her waist. The forest welcomed them with its familiar symphony of rustling leaves and distant owl calls. His wolf felt settled in a way it never had before, content with both his mate and his Pack.

They walked into the cabin and she turned to look up at him. Something in that amber gaze made his heart start to pound.

“I’m ready,” she said quietly.

“Ready for what?”

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