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He doesn’t back down.
His wolf glows in his green eyes, tiny splinters of yellow coming and going as the beast fights him for dominance. The display is rather pathetic for a potential pack leader. A rumble erupts from his chest, and a snarl echoes in the space between them as he takes a threatening step toward her.
My fox urges me to dart forward and protect her, but I don’t move fast enough. In less time than it takes to inhale, the girl shoots forward in a whirl of motion, her hair swirling around her. She lashes out, her fist connecting with Simon’s throat.
The sounds of his wolf are immediately cut off as he gags, struggling to breathe. Not used to anyone defying him, or fighting back for that matter, he’s virtually paralyzed. That doesn’t mean the girl stops. She’s on the three goons before they can react. With a few well-placed blows, they’re knocked on the ground—out cold.
She didn’t even break a sweat.
Not to mention, not one of the idiots was able to land a blow.
Just as Simon straightens, rage darkening his eyes, she lashes out with her foot, nailing him right in the balls. Even I wince when his breath leaves his lungs in a pained grunt. As he drops to his knees, her fist connects with his temple hard enough that his eyes roll back up in his head, and he topples backward in an awkward sprawl.
It’s obvious that she’s had some training.
Honestly, I think Garth would be hard-pressed to land a blow on her—she’s that good.
I don’t know why, but I find her being able to take care of herself sexy as fuck. Despite my battered body, my cock responds, and I can only blink in surprise—surprise because I’ve only had two partners in my life, my fox overly picky about who we take to our bed. He will only fuck someone he finds worthy. Though annoying as hell, I accepted his quirks a long time ago.
“Oh shit.” I’m not even aware of speaking when the girl glances up at me from under her lashes, her golden eyes reflecting the sunlight until they seem to swirl with liquid gold. She slowly straightens to her full height, giving the impression of a true predator living under her skin. I should be afraid, but I’m too lost in my lust.
We’re almost the same height. I’m barely an inch taller than her at five feet ten. It’s another thing I didn’t realize I found sexy until now. When she stalks toward me on silent feet, I don’t move. If she wanted to hurt me, I would be okay with that. Even my fox has his ears perked up in interest, eager for the attention.
“Are you okay?” I blink at the concern in her expression and swallow hard, unused to anyone paying attention to us. I’m a fox in wolf territory. To them, I’m a nuisance, something to be chased and killed for sport.
I curse when heat fills my cheeks, my fox yipping in excitement as she approaches, the asshole practically dancing todraw her attention. I clear my throat, then wince when my voice cracks. “I’ll be fine.”
If I don’t die of humiliation.
The burn in my face flares hotter, and I sigh in disappointment. Why can’t I be the cool one? Dante is so good at sweet talk, he could die and convince the devil to give his soul back. He only has to flutter his lashes at a woman, and they throw their panties at him.
Which is gross, since many of the women he associates with are skanks.
I’m not one to slut shame, but girls need to have some standards. They see his handsome face and fall for his charms, even though the man is a raging asshole.
Women love the bad boy vibe, often coming back time and again.
I don’t get it.
The girl snaps her fingers in front of my face, and I blink in surprise.
“I think you must have hit your head. You might have a concussion,” she murmurs, concern thick in her voice, then she grabs my arm, leading me around the fallen wolves. “Why don’t I give you a ride somewhere? I would feel better leaving if I knew you were safe.”
I only nod, willing to do anything if it allows me to spend even a second longer in her company, following her mutely back to her car. With her so close, the scent of wolf floods my senses, but something elusive lingers underneath—something so mouthwatering that I can almost taste it. She radiates enough power that I would swear she was an alpha…if it were possible for a female to be an alpha.
The instant her hand touches my arm, I’m a goner, following her docilely. I shouldn’t be getting into her car, I’ve already brought her enough danger, but I can’t let her go.
Taking her home to my pseudo pack would be the height of stupidity. The longer she stays, the more likely it is that she will face repercussions for rescuing me.
Instead of warning her away, I keep my mouth shut.
I’m selfish, refusing to let her go.
I know virtually nothing about this woman…other than the fact that she is my mate.
CHAPTER THREE
FRANKIE
