Page 105 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

A shiver trailed down my spine at the feel of his fishy lips grazing my ear. I shrank away, fangs grown out, ready to sink my teeth into his arm. But as quick as he grabbed me, the male released me with a shove. I staggered, almost falling on my ass. One glance up at the male showed a marked transformation in his features. Gone was the sleazy grin, the lust in his eyes, only to be replaced by a look of disdain—his upper lip curled back in revulsion.

“You’re a latent!” he growled.

“She’s a latent?” one of the males at the table yelled out.

“Yeah,” the male, who’d held me, snarled. “I can fucking smell it on her. She has no wolf.”

The other werewolves at the table jeered. A familiar pang of hurt lanced through me. Echoes of the voices of children from long ago crept into my mind.

She has no wolf!

Just a stupid latent!

Poor latent, no wolf means she’s not worthy of a pack!

I bit my lip hard, tasting the metallic tang of blood flooding my mouth. Weakness. I’d shown weakness, and like a bird of prey, the male werewolf sensed it.

“Aww…” he cooed mockingly. “Did that hurt your feelings, little latent?” He pushed at my shoulder. “Get the fuck out of here!” His eyes tightened to slits. “Wolfless bitch.”

One moment, the male werewolf stood before me and the next, a blur of fur barreled into him, pinning him against the far wall. I gasped, blinking.

Damon.

Two hundred plus pounds of alpha male jumped on the lean male werewolf. Damon’s meaty paw clamped around the wolf’s throat. The smaller werewolf clawed at his hand, kicking out as the alpha suspended him several feet off the floor. Damon snarled, unfazed by the torn flesh of his fist, still wrapped around the male’s throat. He squeezed, and the male wheezed, his face splotching red.

The wolf’s pack mates leaped to their feet in snarling fury. Damon’s head snapped back to the wolves, a roar tearing from his barreled chest. The dominance he exuded slammed into the wolves—and into me—-with enough force that it stole my breath away, causing the fine hairs on my arms to stand on end.

The wolves stilled, their heads dipped, necks bared. Anyone who glanced at Damon—the gold of his eyes, thick fangs bared, stiffened hair—could tell he was moments away from losing his shit. And no one was stupid enough to go toe to toe with a raging alpha werewolf on a rampage.

Damon’s head turned to the gasping male still in his grasp.

“Apologize.” His voice sounded like a ragged whisper, dipped in ice and dangerous.

“What?” the male choked out.

Damon squeezed harder and blood spurted from the male wolf’s mouth.

I swallowed hard. My mouth and throat felt so dry—parched.

“I won’t ask again,” Damon told him in a voice sounding like graveled rage. “You shamed the female. I have no problem with flaying the skin from your flesh inch by inch and feeding it to the wild wolves, you little shit.”

“I… I’m sorry.” His green eyes fastened on Damon, holding a pleading expression.

“Not. To. Me.” Damon jutted his chin out toward me. “Apologize to the female. Now!”

The wolf’s terrified eyes skated past Damon, searching for me. “S-sorry.”

My limbs went numb with astonishment. No one had ever stood up for me besides my elder brother Ty and sister Sky. To witness a bear, my enemy, uphold my honor—my fated mate who’d rejected me—caused a rush of warmth to bloom in my chest. A lone tear slipped from my eye, but I swiped it away. My gaze caught and remained on the broad play of muscles in Damon’s back, the corded tendons of his forearm.

Seconds passed before Damon released the wolf. The male crumpled to the ground, gasping for precious oxygen. Damon spat, his saliva pelting the male’s cheek. He cast one last murderous glare at the other wolves before whirling around and stalking toward me. His thick arm encircled my waist, and with that, he escorted me out of the bar.

CHAPTER EIGHT: FORBIDDEN DESIRES

SASHA

Islid into the front passenger seat, my mind muddled. I felt numb but aware of Damon closing my car door before he circled around the front of the car and slipped behind the steering wheel. The engine roared to life, and Damon drove the Jeep out of the parking lot and into the shadows of the night.

I stared out the window, not knowing what else to do… what to say. My tongue felt glued to the roof of my mouth, though my lips yearned to say something. But one glance at Damon had me thinking better on it.

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