Page 15 of Love That Sass

“So, you’re religious.”

“Well, my Pop is a deacon for St. Anne’s on Main Street, well, he was before he got sick. Anyway, he raised me with his beliefs, I guess.”

“That’s interesting, Gwendolyn. I’m sorry about him being sick though,” he said, truly concerned.

“He’s getting on in years, and I sorta expected it. But I was raised to be a good girl, you know, boring,” she said with a self-deprecating laugh.

“I don’t think you’re boring, Gwen.”

“You don’t know me,” she replied, shaking her head.

“That’s true. But I want to,” he returned.

Gwendolyn bit her lip, then gave him a small, tight smile, before feigning interest in the papers he’d given her. That was alright. She needed time. He sensed her withdrawal and nodded his understanding. Last thing he wanted was to make her feel trapped or bamboozled by him.

“So, I should fill these out, then bring them back tomorrow, you said?”

“Yep. Come in around three and we’ll start your training,” he said, walking her to the door.

He noticed her checking her phone and pulling up a ride share app, and the beast in him went nuts.

Shiiitt.

“Um, I will walk you to your car. Where’d you park?”

“Oh, um, I don’t drive. I was just gonna grab a U-drive,” she said, naming the most popular ride share app in town.

“Um, actually, Sheila here was about to leave. I am sure she can give you a ride, right Sheila?” he called out, knowing full well his Pack mate had been eavesdropping no less than ten feet behind him.

The only other redheaded Wolf in their Pack came jogging over, a big smile on her face. Beside her was Leo, her mate and soon to be husband.

“Gwendolyn, this is Sheila and Leo, her fiancé. He’s a cop,” he told her, and she visibly relaxed in the big man’s presence.

“Very nice to meet you, Gwendolyn,” Leo said, all teeth and smiles, and Weylin had the sudden urge to punch him right in those too-pearly whites.

“Oh, I don’t want to put the two of you out,” Gwen said in a rush.

Too late. Sheila had already commandeered her arm and was gabbing a mile a minute about errands she had to run and how tuckered out she was and other girl shit, like where Gwen got her hair done.

Good Pack, that Sheila. She must have read his concern through their Pack bonds and would make sure the fragile human got home safe. Gwen looked as if she would argue, feisty little thing, then she got caught up in whatever Sheila was talking about.

It amazed Weylin how quickly females could become friends, but it also warmed him to know Gwen was getting home safe tonight. The knowledge settled his beast. She paused in her tracks and her brown eyes found him instantly.

“Oh, thanks Weylin. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she called out and gave him a shy little wave.

“Have a good one, Gwendolyn.” Weylin replied, his gaze never leaving her back for one second.

When the door finally closed, Weylin took off like a rocket, ripping the shirt from his body as he hauled ass outside a moment before his Wolf came ripping out of him.

The dark-red-furred beast was a hulking mass of muscle and angst. He followed the sound of the engine of Leo’s custom ’65 Stingray.

The Corvette was a work of fucking art, and being a Shifter, the Lion had it customized. A bench seat had been added in the back for when unexpected guests happened upon him, along with a titanium reinforced frame, extra absorbent shocks, and a suped up engine to name a few.

A part of Weylin was grateful the fragile human female was tucked up in the back of the big man’s car with Sheila there to protect her from, well, whatever. Another part of him was barely hanging on to reason. That part was all animal. The beast didn’t want Gwen in Leo’s car, regardless of the fact the male was already mated.

Weylin was a Wolf. He wasn’t perfect. While he accepted his imperfections as run-of-the-mill type stuff, he sure as shit didn’t know he had feelings like this lurking inside him. Turned out he could be quite the possessive asshole.

Mine. Mine. MINE.

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