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CHAPTER 8
RIPPER
Iwas heading back to my room after a long fucking night on the road. I needed to sleep. Just as I rounded the corner, a body collided with mine. My hands went out, catching her from crashing to the ground.
I locked eyes with her, seeing her expression. Fuck, she was sober. Which meant there was a chance she would be feeling this building bond between us.
Our eyes were locked. She knew. She had to know now. There was something pulling us together—the mate bond, which was going to knit her life to mine..
“Get ya hands off my woman!”
The bastard just said what? I tore my eyes off Liv and looked at Maiden. He had said that to get a rise out of me. And it fucking worked.
Liv was quick to brush my hands off her and disappeared. I wanted to follow her, I wanted to find out what had her so upset, but I couldn’t. I physically couldn’t because my need to protect what was mine was stronger. I went to challenge Maiden on the whole ‘his woman’ subject.
“Stay away from Liv,” I spoke calmly. But if he wanted a fucking battle of a whose cock was bigger fight, I’d fucking give him one.
“Stay away from Emmie,” he gritted back. “I told you she was my mate and what do you go do? A five-hour trip to visit her? To what, piss me off?”
I smirked. “Did it work? Play with my mate and I’ll mate with yours, Maiden.” Fuck. Had I just said that out loud?
Maiden expression halted. “Liv is yours?”
“Yeah, she is.”
“But she didn’t tell me she had mated.”
“Because she doesn’t know yet,” I bit out. Thanks to her drug habit, she didn’t have a clue. Though I got a reaction out of her before, it wasn’t life altering. Which meant there was still drugs in her system.
She had no idea that she was my mate.
“How about you go stalk Emmie’s Facebook and see what her and I got up to,” I sneered in his face, and then pushed him out of my way before I headed for my room. I had a fucking million little feelings coursing through my blood. Like how I wanted so badly to touch Liv again—and that was really fucking with my head.