Page 1 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

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“Back the hell off!”I yelled, kicking a foot up toward the big bastard’s balls. I’d met up with some asshole I’d been chatting with online, but the date immediately went to shit when he picked me up drunk. I’d forced him to pull into a gas station and tried to leave, but his drunken ass had decided that he deserved sex after texting with me for a week.

So I did what any logical, wimpy chick would do:

I hid in the bathroom, and called a friend for a rescue.

My sister and all the other mated werewolf chicks I knew would’ve been pissed if I admitted to getting in a car with a guy I didn’t know, but honestly, I was lonely. And he seemed nice online.

I’d seen way too many crime shows to make this stupid of a decision, but loneliness made me stupid, apparently.

The drunk asshole had decided to break down the door to “make sure I was okay,” which in douche language meant, “pretend to check me for wounds by grabbing my tits and ass and whatever else he thought he deserved”.

Sab was on her way though—so I only had to wrestle the bastard for a few more minutes. We really hadn’t made it that far from my house.

“You’ve been in here a long time,” the guy slurred, his obnoxious arms and hands all over me.

Was he drunk, or high?

Shit, this was a mess.

I was not cut out for the crapfest that was the world of dating—be it online or in person.

My kneefinallycrushed his balls, and he groaned. His arms slackened, but rather than releasing me, he dropped like a damned rock.

On top of me.

“Shit!” I squawked, crashing toward the ground. Before I landed on my ass, a beefy, sun-tanned, inked-up arm wrapped around the guy and ripped him away from me.

I caught myself on the bathroom stall’s door, and watched in shock as the dude (who was way too big, buff, and angry to be human) slammed his fist into my asshole date’s nose.

I even winced as the damn thing cracked.

That had to hurt.

My date dropped, and the guy spun to me. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his expression dark and wild. His hair fell to his collarbone, dark blond and kinked like it had just been up in a hat or something.

The moment our eyes collided, his body went still.

Unnaturally still.

His face twisted in a snarl, and then his eyes turned red.

Mine nearly bulged out of their sockets.

I had grown up in a town of werewolves, and still lived there, so I was well acquainted with the fact that there was only one reason a guy’s eyes went red while he was human.

And that was when he met his—

“Mate,” the man snarled.

Oookay, he sounded angrier about that than he should’ve. Much angrier.

I had just been attacked by my human date; maybe that was it?

The sexy giant’s back cracked, and he started shifting. He was shifting slowly—was he fighting the change? Why?

I shoved my shock into the corner of my mind and called Sab back, my hand shaking.

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