Page 58 of Beauty and Her Beasts (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 1)

Something was to be said for his gumption and his ability to stand his ground. He was just going about it in a supremely stupid way.

“Allana doesn’t belong to you,” King said. “You don’t own her.”

“Where is she?” Collin’s voice echoed through the air.

“Far away from you,” I said. “So long as she says so, it will stay that way.”

“If you refuse to hand her over, you’ll leave me no choice,” Collin warned.

The three of us squared our shoulders toward him.

“Or you’ll do what?” I asked, stomping forward a couple steps.

Collin stiffened. Fear tainted the air, creating a sour taste in my mouth that increased with each breath I took in.

I smirked. “I thought so.”

“Back. Off,” King said. “I won’t keep telling you.”

Collin’s eyes frantically switched between me, King, and Gunnar. His breaths turned erratic, and I knew he was about to do something especially stupid.

The three of us tensed as Collin screamed as he charged forward. The people left backing him charged as well. My hands clenched into fists. King shifted into his lion, followed by Gunnar turning into his bear, and my wolf broke free.

This was going to hurt. A lot.

I was never more grateful that Allana was back at my cabin with her father. Staying safe. Not to mention staying as far away from this psychotic asshole as possible.

Something blurred past me. I did a double-take of who it was and couldn’t believe my eyes as I watched her rush into the space that separated us from Collin. She stopped in the middle and held her hands up toward both sides and squeezed her eyes closed.

“Stop!” she screamed in a voice louder than King’s roar.

My feet skidded along the floor as I forced myself to stop before I collided into her body with my wolf. King and Gunnar stared at her with the same expression I had. Collin smirked dangerously as he settled his hungry gaze on her.

A growl rumbled in my throat.

I waited for him to make a move. To reach for her. When he eventually did, I didn’t care who stood in front of me, he wouldn’t have an arm left to touch her with.

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ALLANA

I made it, but just barely.

And as I stood between everyone, at the center of ground zero, I struggled to catch my breath. My heart hammered in my chest. My ears felt clogged, silencing everything in the world around me. The only thing that filled my ears was my pounding pulse which sounded like a freight train speeding along its rails. I couldn’t open my eyes just yet. I was too worried about what I might see, and I still waited for the crash of bodies to ram into mine.

After waiting for what felt like eons, nothing came. Surprisingly.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, settling my gaze on the tile floor of the lobby.

“Allana,” Collin said. “It’s time for you to come home.”

His voice grated on every nerve in my body. His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. Not that I would listen to him.

I slowly turned my gaze toward Collin. Anger boiled in my blood. The mere sight of his face ignited a rage within me that I hadn’t felt before. I sucked in a deep breath in the time it took for me to close the gap between us, I clenched my hand into a tight fist and rammed it into his cheek.

He fell to the ground and looked at me with surprise.

I said, “This is the last time you ever cause a problem for me and my family ever again. I am not yours. I do not belong to you, you abusive prick! But what you can do is pick yourself up off that floor and take these sadly misguided people home.”

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