Page 7 of Monster Mistake

CHAPTER 4

Khill was…confused.

The shift from murderous rage to being so turned on he couldn’t think straight because all the blood had rushed so quickly to his dick was discombobulating.

Justine was always gorgeous. That had never been in dispute. Whether she was wearing scrubs and a white vet’s coat or her yoga pants, no one would ever deny she was a beautiful woman. But now…

Fucking hell.

And she’d just told him she was here to get laid.

She’d been genuinely surprised to see him, though, so she hadn’t come here to fuck him. Pity, that. Which begged the question…who, exactly, was she here to fuck?

That’s when a long-haired douchebag—Khill sniffed the air and determined said douchebag was a wolf shifter—jogged across the lawn to them, Justine’s jacket in his grubby paw.

The fucker looked like the kind of guy that could be found in any television show or B movie—blond, white, genericallyhandsome. Like a Temu version of a younger Brad Pitt with a friendly, open smile.

Khill hated him on sight.

Surelythiswasn’t the kind of guy Justine had come here to fuck…right?

The grin the blond motherfucker offered Justine as he handed her the jacket made Khill want to rip the bastard’s lungs out through his nose. The urge didnotdissipate when Justine thanked him.

The wolf shoved a hand through his obnoxiously shiny hair. “Glad I was able to catch you before you left.” He shifted his gaze briefly to Khill before turning back to Justine. “I was enjoying our conversation. Want to go for a drive and see where the road takes us?

That did it. This wolf was going to die. Khill cracked his knuckles, but Justine’s delicate snort and restraining hand on his forearm stopped him. “I appreciate you returning my jacket, Devon,” she said.

He frowned. “It’s David.”

“Fuck,” she muttered. “I can’t believe I keep doing that. I’m sorry,David. Again. But like I said, coming here was a mistake.”

The stupid asshole ignored Khill’s warning growl and took a step closer. Idiot. There was no reality in which a wolf shifter—even an alpha one like this fuck knuckle—would win in a fight with an orc. Khill could rip his arms off and beat him to death with them before the wolf was even able to shift into his animal form. Hell, shifters were stronger than humans, but not bythatmuch. The guy’s confidence (and level of delusion) was high.

“I think everything happens for a reason, Justine,” David said. “You coming here, meetingme, definitely wasn’t a mistake.”

Khillmight’vebeen able to take the high road. But then David committed the ultimate sin.

He reached for Justine.

Khill planted his hands in the center of David’s chest and shoved. He only put half his strength into it, but it was still enough that the startled wolf flew backward at least twenty feet. He would’ve gone farther, too…if his spine hadn’t collided with one of the ancient oak trees that dotted the property, that is. “She said no, motherfucker,” he snarled as the wolf dragged himself to his feet, attempting to smooth his suit jacket. “Can’t you take a fucking hint?”

“This isn’t any of your business, orc,” David snarled right back. “I’ll go whenJustinetells me to go, and not a minute sooner.”

Justine groaned. “Look, before either of you decides to whip out your dick and pee on me to mark your territory, let me be perfectly clear. David, the answer isno. Thank you for returning my jacket, but please leave me alone now.”

Khill crossed his arms over his chest, thoroughly pleased with himself, until Justine turned a stern frown on him. “And don’t look so smug,” she whisper-hissed. “Acting like a Neanderthal isnotsexy.”

Did that mean she thought he was sexy when hewasn’tacting like a Neanderthal?

It was that thought—and the fact that Justine body blocked him—that ultimately kept him from going after David when thefucker stabbed an accusatory finger at Justine and said, “You’re going to regret that decision. Just wait. You’ll see.”

When he was gone, Justine started marching to the valet station to get her truck, muttering under her breath the whole way. Khill shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and followed her. She could call him a Neanderthal all she wanted, but there was no way he was going to let her drive anywhere. He could smell the tequila on her breath.

Fortunately, she didn’t argue with him when the valet handed her the keys, and Khill immediately plucked them out of her hand and asked, “Where to?”

She sighed and rested her butt against her truck before she dropped her head into her hands. “I don’t know, OK? I have no idea where to go now. If I go home, I’m just going to keep feeling sorry for myself. If I go to another bar, I’m going to drink more tequila, then I’lldefinitelygo home with someone I shouldn’t.”

Khill frowned at the thought of Justine picking up some random dude at a bar.

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