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Her wolf snarled.

Well, two can play that game.

“Hey, Adrian,” she greeted. She took the drink he offered, knocked it back, then sidled close to him, slipping her arm around his trim waist.

“Oh—hey.” He was caught off guard, but he quickly recovered. “Glad you made it. This is my coworker, Jacob. Jacob!”

Jacob’s head snapped toward them. “What—” His eyes widened and his jaw went slack. “Sloane?” Then his gaze landed on Adrian’s arm around her, his green eyes flashing with anger. “What. The. Fuck.”

“What’s wrong, honey? Hey!” The woman wrapped around him like a python shrieked when he pulled her arms from his neck.

“What are you doing here?” Jacob asked as he stalked toward her.

“You two know each other?” Adrian asked, his expression confused.

“Hello, Jacob.” She smirked at him, tightening her hold around Adrian. “Fancy seeing you here. I thought you were working?”

“I just got back.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, nice.” She glanced up at Adrian. “Why don’t we dance again? I enjoyed that first time.”

“Sure—”

“She’s not going anywhere with you.” Jacob bared his teeth and growled. “Get away from her. Or else.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but Jacob shot him a warning look. Adrian dropped his arm to his side. “I didn’t know you already staked a claim.”

“No one has staked a claim—hey!” she protested when Jacob seized her arm. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He remained silent as a rock, the expression on his face inscrutable as he dragged her away from the bar.

“Jacob! Stop! My arm!”

His grip loosened, but he snaked his arm around her waist and hauled her along. She dug her heels in, hoping that would stop him, but instead, he picked her up and hauled her over his shoulders, cavemen style.

Asshole!

As the world flipped upside down, Sloane contemplated thrashing and trying to escape, but to her frustration, Jacob’s firm grip on her thighs made her body go limp, a zing of lust shooting straight to her pussy.

Oh fuck, she was in trouble.

Chapter 6

The rage coursing through Jacob refused to ease, not even when they left the chaos of the main club floor and they reached his intended destination—the empty private club in the basement of Blood Moon. It was strictly for New York clan members, opened only for special occasions. Since it was a weeknight, he was sure it was empty, so he decided he would take Sloane there so they could have some privacy.

Even as the weight of her body over his shoulder and her delicious scent tickled his nose, the fury continued to blind him.

Coming to Blood Moon had been a mistake. The Toronto job had been long and boring, which, to be honest, would have been welcome, except that his wolf was agitated the entire time. It ripped up at him, never letting him have any peace. The damned animal was angry at him, and he didn’t know why.

Well, he had an inkling why, but he refused to admit it. Why his wolf was so attached to that she-wolf, he couldn’t even begin to explain. However, his thoughts, too, had been consumed with Sloane. Wondering how she was, waiting for news if she had fled. It took all his energy not to call or text Lizzie to check in on her the entire time.

I didn’t even want to be here.

Jacob had only touched down three hours ago, and he should have just gone home as he planned. But a fellow agent, Adrian St. Vincent, asked if he wanted to go to Blood Moon. He refused, but then when another coworker, Eli Blake, said he would go, Jacob’s curiosity was piqued. Blake was the new guy, and Jacob had never worked on a job with him before, but he found the hulking Lycan intriguing. Dour and taciturn, he’d barely said two words in the last three days. From what Jacob heard around the office, he had been a Lone Wolf, one of the three hundred Lycans the mages had abducted for whatever evil ritual they had planned. When he had been freed, he asked to stay in New York and work at Lone Wolf Security, but didn’t pledge to the clan.

So, the three of them grabbed a cab to Blood Moon from the airport. Adrian immediately went to the dance floor while Jacob and Blake remained by the bar. However, while he chatted up with the people around him, Blake remained silent and broody as he sipped on his drink, his keen eyes roaming the floor, like he was looking for someone.

Jacob had intended to finish his drink and leave, but then St. Vincent came back with Sloane, her arms around him like a goddamned octopus.

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