Page 97 of Abandoned Oaths

A woman he had feelings for.

Not a tool. Not an assassin. Not a pack princess.

“Can I take you to bed?” he whispered against my lips.

“Yes.”

He reclaimed my hand and led me through the living room.

The front door burst open, and I screamed as three men ran inside with guns pointed at us.

“Fucking hell!” Alessio roared as he stepped in front of me, shielding me and my nakedness. I had my face buried in the back of his shirt, mortified and vulnerable.

Were we under attack?

I had no weapons.

I’d have to use my claws if necessary.

“Boss?” one of them sounded confused.

I distinctly remembered Alessio checking the locks and resetting the alarms when we got back. How had they gotten in this far without us knowing?

“We received a panic notice,” a different voice announced.

“Get the hell out of my house.” His voice was lower than I’d ever heard. “Now.”

A second later, the door slammed, and he slowly turned around. I didn’t move. Didn’t open my eyes.

“Amor?” His hands were on my cheeks.

My heart rate was slowing, but I was still rattled. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been caught off guard. Completely stunned with no way of protecting myself. I hated it. Absolutely and totally.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I could have killed every single one of them with just my hands in under a minute, but that instinct was gone. I didn’t even consider partially shifting. I just froze.

This. This was why I didn’t drink. It dulled my senses and weakened my responses.

“Millie, please.”

His plea broke me, and a single tear escaped as I opened my eyes.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

I fisted his shirt in my hands and swallowed before meeting his worried gaze.

“You’re okay. You’re safe,” he groaned. “Fuck. I swore I would protect you and less than an hour later . . . I’m so sorry.”

He kissed my forehead, and I pressed closer into him. I was too experienced to be this stunned. I was a wolf shifter. I had nothing to fear. I could heal almost any injury. There was no real danger.

But in those few seconds, it hadn’t felt that way at all.

Pull yourself together, Emilia!

But I wasn’t her. I was Millie. Millie was weak and scared and wanted to let Alessio take care of her.

Fuck, add that to the list of things to worry about later.

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