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Ranger

Iwatch lazily as Winslow pulls my discarded T-shirt over her head. It engulfs her small frame, but my wolf purrs in satisfaction knowing she smells like me now and is wearing my clothes. The need to claim this little witch as mine is strong and getting harder to fight. With my cock buried in her, all I could think about was sinking my fangs deep into her shoulder and marking her as mine—tying her to me permanently.

I’ve fallen for her.

Hard.

There is no going back for me.

And if she thinks she’s going to be able to walk away from me once all of this is over, she’s dead wrong. I’m not letting her go for anything in the fucking world. I don’t care, my wolf doesn’t care, that the mating aura hasn’t appeared around her. I don’t need the aura to tell me what I already know.

Winslow Montgomery is mine.

I just need to find a way to convince her that I’m just as much hers.

I see it in her eyes, the uncertainty. I know she thinks I’m going to abandon her just like everyone else in her life once we find the baby. She couldn’t be more wrong. I think I’ve known it for a while now, that there was no way I would ever be willing to let her go. I knew it the first time I kissed her in the woods behind my family’s house, I pushed her away to stop myself from falling for her. But it clearly didn’t work. She’s been mine since the second her beautiful eyes locked on mine.

I just didn’t know it then, but I know it now.

I love her.

While those three words are terrifying, they couldn’t be truer.

I’m afraid the second I utter those words to her; I’ll spook her, and she’ll run from me. So, for now, I’ll keep those words to myself, wait for her to trust me, trust in us. I don’t know how patient I’ll be able to be, but for her, I’ll try. For her, I’ll do fucking anything.

She tosses her long hair over her shoulder and walks into the sitting room area of the hotel room. I yank my jeans up the rest of the way and button them up again. Since she’s wearing my shirt, I follow her shirtless into the other room.

She’s pulling out her laptop when I sit on the couch next to her.

“What are you doing?” I run my fingers through my hair, trying to fix the disarray she’d left it in.Not that I mind.

“I’m looking up the hotel whereTBDis, I want to see if there are any events going on,” she explains as she types away at the keyboard.

“You think they’re going to have‘mutant baby auction’listed on their event calendar?”

She snorts. “No, but I think there has to be an event already going on they can use as a cover for it.” She side-eyes me. “And let’s agree to not call them mutants. I’ve been called crazy most of my life, I don’t need to be called a mutant as well.”

“I told you I don’t mind your crazy.” I kiss her temple. “I don’t care that you’re a walking Ouija board.”

“And I don’t care that you need to be treated for fleas twice a year.” She smirks at me.

“I don’t care you have a bird that follows you around constantly and is obscenely obnoxious at the ass-crack of dawn.”

“And I don’t care that you are easily distracted by tennis balls and your tail.”

“Stop talking about my wolf like he’s a fucking Labrador retriever,” I growl.

“You’re telling me that if I brought out a jerky treat, he wouldn’t be all over that shit?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never tried one becauseI’m not a dog.”

“Woof.”

I can’t help but laugh.

Winslow returns to the website she’s looking at; she chews on her already swollen bottom lip—courtesy of our rough kissing. I’m more distracted by her mouth than what’s happening on the computer, but when her mouth gapes open and I see her visibly pale I finally look at the screen.

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