Page 7 of Gabe's Lone Wolf

“I don’t know his name, but he saved me the last time Cameron and the group he had with him closed in on me. I wouldn’t have made it out on my own. Not without his help.”

“You didn’t know him?” I asked.

She shook her head. “He knew me, though. My guess is someone sent him to help me, but I don’t know who. I’m thankful he was there. I’m grateful he urged me to come here.”

Her gaze connected with mine, and that shiver went through her again. I dropped another kiss on her lips, and when they parted for me, I dove deep, rubbing my tongue along hers, tasting her completely.

“And we have company heading this way.”

Simon’s warning had my head snapping up just as Cameron Lockhart and his buddies arrived at our table.

“Enjoying yourself?” he growled, and I smiled up at him, tightening my hold on the woman in my arms, my hand possessively splayed across her stomach.

“We were until you interrupted.”

My flippant reply had his face going ruddy with anger. I was primed and ready to move my mate to safety and take on the challenge in his eyes.

“Yeah, well, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t manhandle my mate,” he snarled.

I made a point of glancing around the room.

“Your mate, wherever she is, is safe from me,” I vowed. “I only have eyes for this one.” I dropped another kiss atop her head, my thumb tracing along her shirt where my hand rested.

“Eliza.”

Her name was forced from between his teeth. She tensed on my lap, but she didn’t push off me. Instead, she leaned into me then threaded her fingers through mine where they rested on her abdomen.

“Stop this insanity,” Eliza warned. “I’m not your mate, Cameron. I never was.”

“You belong to me,” he snarled.

“Just leave,” she muttered.

“You—”

“The woman told you to leave,” I growled, letting my wolf rise enough so he’d feel the challenge inside me.

“I—” Lockhart tried again, but Taylor interrupted this time, rising to his feet and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m happy to point you toward the door if you’ve forgotten where it is.”

Han stood up also, and I knew Eliza’s former alpha and pack mates were taking in the sheer size of the two wolves. Both Taylor and Han were six and half feet of pure muscle and brawn. I almost laughed. It was funny how some people looked at a big man and didn’t realize the danger that stalked right in front of them. Simon sprawled in his chair with a lazy negligence that belied the wolf under his skin. Simon was long, lean, and lethal. He could take out all three males with no assistance from any of us, probably without even breaking a sweat. Simon winked at me. Cocky bastard knew it, too.

The alphahole, as Eliza had called him, pulled back as if suddenly sensing the raw power in the male seated closest to him.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he ordered Eliza, his gaze bouncing to me then back to her. “Hide a little longer. You’ll be mine sooner or later.”

With that proclamation, he turned around and left the bar without looking back at us once.

“That was interesting,” Simon murmured, taking a pull on his beer.

“Sometimes, I think the only way I’ll be free of him is if I kill him,” Eliza uttered softly.

“No need for that,” I said, giving her a squeeze. “I’m happy to kill the prick for you. Just say the word.”

“On that note, let’s get out of here,” Taylor suggested. “I’ll go grab the SUV.”

“I’ll get the tab,” Han offered as he headed toward the bar.

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