Page 26 of Love That Sass

What? Shit. The staff was talking shit about him. Well, that sucked.

“Gwendolyn, I don’t know what you heard, but I never fooled around with someone who didn’t know the deal, alright? And never with any of the staff. Besides, I already told you, that’s behind me now,” Weylin said, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Whatever,” she replied.

She placed her hands on her hips, and fuck if that didn’t emphasize her sexy little curves. Her brown eyes seemed to glow amber, spitting fire as her temper fluctuated. Sassy, sweet, and so damn pretty his heart was liable to stop if he kept on staring. Call him a glutton for punishment, cause he simply could not look away.

Her chest lifted as she sucked in a deep breath, and he closed his eyes. The longing he felt was fucking painful. But if he failed at every other thing, he had to at least clear the air between them.

“Just for the record, Gwen, I wasn’t staring at you because I thought the shirt was too small. I was staring at you because the thought of anyone else seeing you in that is making me lose my damn mind,” he ground out, gritting his teeth to try to hold in his animal’s snarl.

The Wolf was damn near crazed with the idea he had hurt her. Even unintentionally, it ripped him up inside to know he had caused her any bit of hurt.

“I’m sorry that was unprofessional and unkind,” Gwendolyn replied, eyes downcast.

Well, shit. He didn’t want her feeling bad or anything. Fuck. he was not cut out for this. She was better off without him.

Grrrr.

“No need for apologies. I’m the fuckup here. You are gonna rock the shit out of that uniform, baby,” he murmured, the endearment natural as it slipped from his lips.

He was always calling her baby or sweetheart or something cute cause he thought she was just that. Cute as a dumpling and ten times as tasty.

Mine. Want. Grrr.

Ha, you don’t have to say that,” she started.

Her cheeks were turning pink, so he knew she liked the compliment. Good. That was good, right? His animal let him breathe easier, but he was still scratching to get out.

Fuck.

Weylin needed fresh air. He needed space.

“Alright, um, why don’t you go on and get ready? I will meet you at the back bar later on, okay?”

Weylin waited for her nod before letting go of the breath he’d been holding. She was still frowning, and he felt like a total piece of shit. The woman was so damn beautiful it hurt to look at her and not touch her, but she didn’t know he felt like that. How could she when he wasn’t even allowed to tell her?

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

He left her there, hauling ass to the side door down the hallway. He had to slow his breathing. He felt his Wolf clawing inside, and it hurt like hell. There was not much time before shit got busy, but Weylin had to make it outside, to the woods at the end of the lot. Then he could shift and run and get rid of some of his animal’s angst. A sound brought his head up, and he turned with a snarl on his lips.

“You alright?” Cole asked, hands raised, and Weylin shook his head.

“Nah. I am far fucking from it,” he growled.

“Look, you need to relax. I think Derrick is right. Forget the normal, man. Maybe you should go out for a ride or something. Grab your bike and take off for a few months?”

His Pack mate stared at him like he was fucking crazy, and Weylin wanted to punch him in the face. Asshole. Forget her? Was he insane? Gwendolyn was ingrained in his very soul. Cole and Derrick could just fuck right off. He was not giving her up. He just needed a plan to woo her, that was all.

“She’s not just some normal, Cole,” he growled. “Gwendolyn is my fated mate, okay? I felt it the first time I saw her. My Wolf knows it. I’ll lose my mind without her, man. She is it for me,” he confessed to his Pack mate.

Cole scowled, hands on his hips. Weylin knew what he was thinking. It was the same thing Derrick had said. They finally had a place of their own after wandering around the world for decades without roots or ties.

It was no simple thing. The Dire Wolf Pack had settled down, and they did not want to risk it. Outing what he was to a normal was always gonna be risky. Even worse, if she rejected him, his beast would go mad, and Derrick would have to put him down.

Fuck.

His Alpha did not want that on his plate, and he could not blame him. Neither did Weylin. But what choice did he have?

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