Page 69 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

All that mattered was reaching Flint and making him pay.

He was standing over Jezebel.My mate’s blue gaze filled with tears as she watched me coming for her.

She was so fucking beautiful.Even covered in dirt and blood.The fact she was here.That she was breathing and alive made her the prettiest damn thing in the whole world.

Every instinct screamed at me to close the distance between me and that asshole.I was going to bring him down.To reclaim what he had stolen.

The rapidly cooling air felt like razors as I breathed it in, stabbing at my lungs.

But I welcomed the pain.It reminded me I was alive.I was still here.And I was going to make things right.

Flint glanced back, and our eyes met for the briefest moment.A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by a calculating smirk.

He grabbed Jezebel’s face and snaked his tongue across her cheek.She tried to push him off.Good mate.So brave.

Any chance he had of begging for mercy dissolved with that one move.He shoved her away roughly, causing her to hit the old tree behind her.She yelped in pain.

MOTHERFUCKER.

I snarled.Flint thought he could get away with this.That he could outrun the consequences of his actions.But he had no idea who he was dealing with.My Crew was out there, dealing with his men.

But I would not let him go.I would not stop until I spilled his fucking blood on this forest floor.I wouldn’t let go until I had my mate back, safe in my arms.

Fueled by a fierce determination, I pushed through the final stretch of ground, focusing on my target.

The chaos around me faded, leaving only the sound of my heartbeat and the rustle of leaves beneath my feet.

Flint was within reach now, and I could almost taste the reckoning that awaited him, the soon-to-be-dead asshole who’d touched my mate.

Are you okay?

I asked Jezebel through our matebond.

Yes.I am now.Go get him,she added the last when I hesitated, warring between hunting him and staying with her.

Fuck.I hated making the choice.

“Go!”Jezebel ordered.

Pride filled me, but stronger than that was a need for vengeance.When I found the piece of shit, he was cowering behind a tree stump.When I approached, he crouched low, sputtering with his hands before him as if that would stop me.

“Y-you’re different.No!I won’t!It isn’t fair,” Flint sputtered.

But life wasn’t fair, and that was just too fucking bad for Flint.

I roared my anger to the wind as I vaulted over the distance between us and closed my lupine maw over his throat.

Then.

I tore it out.

Chapter Twenty-Six-Jezebel

The ride to the cabin was quick and quiet.I didn’t mind at all, glad to have the time to process what had just happened.

Emmet seemed to need the silence, too.For once, Demon was not growling.

I placed my hand on Emmet’s chest without thinking, just to see if my ears were playing tricks on me or if the hybrid Hellhound Wolf was indeed silent.

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