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“They’re making a racket. Chances are, they haven’t found Lola yet,” Daunte guessed. “Hsu might be hiding her.”

Probably; the little girl was smart, and with Niamh’s help, she might have managed to cloak their hide out. Still, she was only buying them time. They needed to get in.

Daunte turned to Ace, speaking directly to her. “There are a dozen wolves in there. If we barge in, they’ll slaughter our kids, your assistant, and Christine.”

They stared at each other, glaring defiantly, and all of a sudden, Ace removed her jacket and threw it at his face.

“Fuck you, Daunte. Fuck youvery much.”

The guy smirked as she removed layer after layer of clothing; if he didn’t know better, Rye would have thought he was gay, because he didn’t even look at her fucking perfect ass and her sweet, firm tits once, content to carry on smiling like a doofus.

Then, a familiar bone breaking sound resounded, as the female shifted.

To their credit, none of them laughed, although it might have been because they were in shock.

The intimidating as fuck, strong, dominant, and all around badass woman they all knew and feared changed into his sweet little kitty cat - the one he’d ran with, the one who let him pet her and purred to his touch. She was bigger than a domestic cat, but not by much.

They only had the time to gawk for a split second when the adorable little kitty climbed the closest tree and ran along its branches, jumping to the next, and then the next, until she’d reached the tree situated right in front of his bedroom. The jump was long - he hadn’t been sure he’d manage it himself, but she cleared it seemingly effortlessly.

Fierce and cute as fuck. That was his girl.

“I can’t believe she shifted in front ofall of youso quickly.”

Daunte sounded elated, and shocked. He could understand why; she had probably come across way too many assholes who’d made fun of her over the years. That explained why she was so set against prides.

Rye turned to Ian, Coveney, Jas, Ola and Tracy.

“If any of you make her feel bad…”

“Not happening,” was Ian’s response, coming as a growl. “She’s protecting our cubs right now. But we’ll tease her, because that’s what pridemates do. But none of us are going to bully our Alpha female.”

Nods all around. Although most of them were trying pretty hard to keep their amusement under control.

The noises in the house changed; instead of tearing the place upside down, the intruders had started fighting, which was their cue to getting inside.

Rye shifted, along with the rest of his pride, and they ran towards their home.

Getting in took three minutes and by the time they’d made it, ten wolves were crawling on the floor, incapacitated, maimed, or with broken legs and arms, another one was dead, while the last was struggling under Ace’s heel. She’d shifted back; naked, and covered in blood, the woman looked like a warrior goddess from ancient times.His dick twitched, finding the whole thing sexy as fuck, which was probably a little disturbing.

He glanced around and found every member of his pack, barring Hsu, Niamh and Lola. He didn’t worry, feeling them through the pride link; they were okay.

She didn’t take the time to finish them off because she wanted to get all of them,Daunte sent through the pride link.We need to do the clean-up.

They went to the wolves, snapping necks and biting arteries out, before shifting back to their original form.

Nakedness was pretty standard for most shifters, but Rye immediately went to grab his jacket and dropped it on Ace’s shoulder, his tiger and he in agreement: they didn’t want anyone else to look at what washis.

“Efficient as usual, sister,” Daunte said.

He went right to Clarissa, and wordlessly pushed her hair out of the way, then moved her arms, and turned her around, checking everything was still in place. Once he was satisfied she was alright - if a little in shock - he turned his back on her and went to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Rye and the others were feeling like idiots.

Sister.

There was no doubt that he’d meant that literally; Acewashis sister.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it. You’re it. Him. The Butcher’s first child.”

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