Page 56 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

Eric’s head whips toward the doorway, and when he sees Doug standing there—eyes glowing faint gold, muscles bunched, radiating lethal, predatory alpha fury—it’s like he knows he’s in deep shit.

Good. Asshole.

Doug crosses the room with slow, deliberate steps. It’s like his presence alone swallows the entire space whole.

His jaw is tight.

His voice is a low, deadly rumble when he speaks.

“Get your fucking hands off her before I rip them off your goddamn body.”

Electricity sizzles through the air, and it seems to radiate from him.

Doug is all quiet fury. And honestly, I’ve never been so happy to see someone in my life.

Eric hesitates.

Which is the wrong fucking move.

Doug’s eyes narrow, lips curling back to reveal sharp, dangerous teeth.

“Don’t make me say it again, Cat,” he growls, and I swear I glimpse his elongated canines behind his lips.

His amber eyes burn gold, glowing with wild intensity as the air thickens around us.

It feels heavy. Charged.

A heady mix of raw, unfiltered testosterone and the undeniable pull of Shifter magic that rolls off him in waves, thick enough to make my skin prickle and my breath catch.

It’s not just anger.

It’s power.

Like his Wolf and human sides are in perfect harmony in this moment.

And his goal? Me.

I know it deep inside.

Doug won’t let Eric hurt me.

I believe that with my entire being. And it’s the only reason I’m still standing.

“You think I can’t smell your fear? You wanna play apex predator with me? Come a little closer.”

Eric falters now, clearly exposed and stripped of his bravado.

Yep.

Cat Shifter.

Makes sense now.

All the attitude, the sleaze, the false confidence, and overabundant use of hair products.

“She was mine first,” Eric tries weakly, already retreating.

Doug’s laugh is low and dark, pure Wolf.

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