Page 56 of Tying the Knot
Usually, I would have the arsehole who laid his hands on me in my own home, flat on his back with my knee in his throat by now, but Halstead… he's my boss. Talk about awkward and irritating.
“Morgan!”
“She’s fine,” I assure him. “More than fine. Wait here, and I’ll get her.”
“Jeremy?” she asks, running down the hallway, her clothes thrown on haphazardly. “What are you doing here?”
The low rumble is threatening, and I take it very seriously. I’m about to get my arse kicked from here to the middle of next week.
“Are these fuckers taking advantage of you?” he roars as the rest of the pack join me, half-clothed and barefoot.
“No!” she yells back, putting her hands up when he takes a menacing step forward. “It’s not like that. We are meant to be together.”
“You are already mated. Granted to a bunch of criminals, but there are bonds to be observed, girl.” He is furious.
“I don’t give afuckabout them!” she shouts, shoving me out of the way and showing us her fire. “Three of my bonds have disintegrated already, and the other one is imminent. I can assure you that I do not appreciate you barging in here and telling me how to live my life, regardless of who you think you are. I know what’s happening tome. You can fuck off out of my business and out of my life.”
We all stand there, thunderstruck by her outburst. Halstead looks like he is about to have an apoplexy.
“Morgan, maybe you should…”
“What?” she turns on me. “Should what? Go and wait in another room while you all talk about me? No! I am done being treated like a spare part. You want to talk about this, then you do it with me here.”
Her eyes are sheer fire. I get lost in them for a moment as well as her. “That’s not what I was going to say,” I point out with a soft smirk. “That’s not how we do things here. I was going to say maybe you should pull your top down a bit if we are going to have a screaming match with your uncle with the door wide open.”
She freezes and then looks down at herself. While she isn’t on show, she might as well be, along with the trickle of blood that I caused when I bit her nipple.
Her cheeks flame, and she grabs the hem of her tee and pulls it down quickly. “Uhm…okay, this is exactly what it looks like, but Jeremy, you have to understand…”
“Your bonds are broken?” he interrupts her, his face still dark but showing signs of concern. “Are you okay?”
She smiles and nods. “I am more than okay. I am more okay than I’ve ever been. I’m where I’m supposed to be, Jeremy. Don’t take it out on the pack. They are my everything now.”
He blinks, not knowing what to say. When she slips her hand into mine and gazes up at me, he clears his throat.
“Err,” he stammers. “This has caught me off guard.”
“Never mind that. Why were you beating down the door?” I ask to get back to the matter at hand.
“Oh, yes,” he says, appearing to be grateful for the change in topic. “Happs. He has given us two hours to get Morgan to the station to talk to him, or he takes his lumps and doesn’t give us fuck all. I came here to see if you’d managed to convince her.” He narrows his eyes at his niece. “Did they mention this?”
“They did,” she says, definitely happy he included her and asked her directly. “And I said I would. Two hours? Let me get freshened up, and we’ll go.”
I pull her back when she turns to leave. “Are you absolutely sure?”
“You and Kaleb will be there, right?”
I nod quickly.
“Then, yeah. Let me help you with this. I’ll be okay.”
I know then that this overwhelming feeling for her is love. I have fallen in love with her, and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to draw her to me and bite her in front of her uncle.
“Soon,” I murmur, knowing she will get my drift.
Her eyes light up, and with a small, secret smile, she tugs on my hand to let her go.
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