Page 43 of Her Shifter Babe

“Because she is!” Stacey declared, her face stricken as she held her head in her hands.

Tommy walked around the island bench. “Let’s just all remain calm. I knew that Stacey had been married previously and had left just before she met me.”

“The night she met you, Tommy, which means the baby could legitimately be his or ours... right? How do we know?”

Tommy glanced at Stacey. “Well, technically, with the timing... depending on whether she was still sleeping with her ex-husband...”

“I wasn’t!” Stacey cried. “And you can’t let him see me. Please!”

“Why not?” I asked, not quite understanding her vehement reaction.

“Because I don’t want to see him!” she protested, rising from her chair and backing up so that she was soon heading for the back door. “I escaped him once, and I’ll never get away again if he gets me to go back home.”

She was talking about him like he was abusive. “Did he hurt you?” I pressed, my brow furrowing as my heart continued to gallop in my chest. “What are you trying to say? Just spit it out! We don’t have time for this. The prick is right outside.”

Her face was red now, and her eyes filled with tears. “I’m saying he’s a controlling, manipulative creep! He made sure I never worked so he could control me. He made sure I never had any money of my own at all, so when I left, I was literally starving, homeless, and alone for months!” she cried.

My stomach heaved at the pain and torment in her words.

This is fucked. Completely fucked.

I had just finally come to terms with everything. I’d accepted her, loved her, and her baby, and now this. It was enough to make me sick to my stomach. I turned and stormed back to the front door, wrenching it open. My wolf was so dangerously close to the surface, I was struggling to keep my teeth from shifting.

“Fuck off!” I growled at him. “Your wife isn’t here, and if you come here again, you’ll be trespassing on private property. We take that very seriously around here. We’re territorial,” I added, letting the unspoken threat hang between us like a burning razor wire.

The asshole lifted his chin indignantly and looked down his nose at me like he was King Shit, and I was some kind of peasant scum. “I tried to do this the cordial way, but if Stacey won’t come home of her own volition, I have other ways of forcing her hand. You’ll be hearing from my lawyers.” He smirked.

A savage growl ripped through my vocal cords, crippled by my rage and doubt, all the while amplified by my pain and frustration.

Stacey’s ex, Jamie, jumped back, startled, his eyes wide—the look of surprise on his face breaking his carefully constructed veneer of perfection.

I slammed the door in his face for the second time inside of five minutes just as I lost my fight to my inner wolf and shifted right there and then in the pristine foyer of my damn home. In the place of David the man, stood David the wolf, and he was pissed. Big time.

Well, fuck! That’s certainly one way to bring up the shifter conversation...

Chapter 16

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