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“I told them you’re mine.Which means nobody touches you.Nobody questions why you’re here.Nobody so much as looks at you sideways without answering to me.”
Her lips parted, her chest heaving.“You, you just—”
“Yeah, I did.”My voice was hard, final.
Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.
Finally, she whispered, “So what does that make me?”
The question twisted in my gut.
What did it make her?
To the club, it made her property.To outsiders, it made her a target.
But to me?
It made her the only thing that mattered.
I stepped closer.“It makes you protected.It makes you untouchable.And it makes you mine.”
Her breath hitched, and her eyes burned into mine.
My hand twitched at my side, and I ached to reach for her.To drag her closer and to finish what we’d started in that office.
But I didn’t.
Because if I kissed her again, I wouldn’t stop.And if I didn’t stop, there’d be no coming back.
Instead, I forced myself back a step and dragged air into my lungs like it might cool the fire clawing through me.
“You’re in this now, Demi,” I said.“There’s no walking away.You wanted the truth?You’re going to get it.But it’s going to cost.”
She swallowed hard and lifted her chin.“Then I’ll pay it.”
Goddamn woman.
I should’ve been furious.I should’ve dragged her out of here, put her on a bus, sent her as far from this world as I could.
Instead, all I could think about was the fire in her eyes.The steel in her spine.The way her lips had tasted under mine.
Chapter Nineteen
Demi
Being claimed was supposed to make me safe.
That’s what he’d said.That’s what I’d wanted to believe.But the second we stepped into the clubhouse, I knew it wasn’t that simple.
Every pair of eyes followed me.
Some smirked, like they were in on a joke I wasn’t.Some narrowed, sharp and suspicious.Some were calculating, already measuring what they could use me for.
And the women—God, the women—looked at me like I’d just stolen something that belonged to them.
Werewolf’s hand stayed at the small of my back, heavy and firm, guiding me through the chaos.
Every time I felt his touch, I remembered the way he’d kissed me.The way he’d growled against my mouth.The way his body had pressed hard and hungry into mine.
