Page 15 of Fear

Staying with Goliath. The thought made her pulse race for an entirely different reason.

He stood at the base of the porch, staring at her like he knew what was running through her head, like he could feel her resolve shifting.

Her breath hitched. “I’m staying.”

Goliath’s expression hardened, his nostrils flaring. He took a slow step forward, voice low. “Say it again.”

Sofia swallowed, her heart hammering against her ribs, “I’m staying.”

Before she could process what was happening, Goliath was on her, pulling her flush against his body, his grip firm but not rough. His lips crashed down onto hers, demanding, searing—staking his claim. Everything around them disappeared as the world stopped.

There was no clubhouse, no looming threat, no uncertain future—only them.

Sofia gasped against his mouth, her body melting before her brain could protest. The fire between them ignited instantly, white-hot and consuming. His hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer, like he needed her, like he would never let her go.

Goliath felt everything at once. Relief. Possession. Desire. His wolf roared in victory, claiming her, telling him she was his. She had said it—she was staying. And now that she had, he wasn’t letting her go.

The taste of her was pure fucking addiction, and he was drowning in it. The way she responded to him, how her breath hitched, how her fingers fisted the leather of his cut, it was all he needed. She felt this too.

Sofia was breathless, her mind spinning. She should be scared of this—of him—but instead, she was falling.

A loud whistle broke the moment.

“Damn, brother! Get a room!” Hunter’s amused voice cut through the thick tension, followed by a round of laughs and cheers from the gathered men.

Goliath pulled back, his golden eyes dark with heat, with hunger. He didn’t give a fuck about the others, but he had to stop before he lost all control.

Sofia exhaled shakily, staring up at him, her lips tingling from the kiss. She didn’t understand what was happening between them, but one thing was certain—she couldn’t fight it.

Before she could speak, a furious roar shook the air.

“I want the fuckers that did this?”

Fang was standing near the bar, his wolf barely restrained, his eyes blazing with rage as he grabbed his mate, Mystique, turning her hand over. A thin line of blood trailed from a cut on her arm—glass from the shootout.

“Fang, I’m fine,” Mystique tried to calm him, but he wasn’t hearing it. His fury was absolute.

Blue was at the far side of the room, his hands framing his mate’s face, checking her over. “You sure you’re okay, baby?” he murmured, his usual easy smirk gone, replaced with pure concern.

King, standing at the centre of it all, wasn’t laughing. His face was carved from stone, his eyes locked onto the bullet holes in the clubhouse walls. This was his kingdom, and it had been attacked.

“We end this,” King said, his voice lethal. “No more warnings. No more waiting.”

The club fell silent, but every single man in that room was ready for blood.

Chapter 7

The clubhouse was a storm of activity. Every man moved with purpose, checking weapons, reinforcing entry points, and securing the perimeter. This was war, and the Club was ready for blood.

Goliath stood at the table in the war room with King, and all the brothers, studying the map stretched across the surface. Their plan of attack was brutal—a coordinated assault on the Shadow Riders’ compound.

"We don’t wait for them to come back," King said, his tone firm. "They think they can take shots at us and walk away? We bring the fight to them."

Fang growled. "We hit them hard, wipe out their supplies, and send a message. This doesn’t end until every one of those bastards knows not to fucking touch us."

Hunter, arms crossed over his broad chest, nodded. But his eyes flicked around the room, concern shadowing his features. "I’ll tear them apart myself," he muttered, his voice dark, "but I need to know Dakota’s safe first. She’s been under too much stress, and it’s not good for the baby."

Blue, with a frown marring his forehead, leaned back against the wall. "She’s got the women and the club watching her. No one will let anything happen to her."

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