Page 59 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

Her beautiful blue eyes go wide and glossy, probably from leftover fear and adrenaline.

Fuck.

The Wolf in me wants to go after those fucking pussies and finish what I started. I wanna make sure that prick never even thinks about her again.

But right now, that part of me takes a backseat.

Because she is priority one.

I grip her face gently, forcing her to look at me.

“Are you okay?” I ask, voice rough but soft.

She nods quickly, but I can tell she’s still shaking.

I kiss her.

Not hard or claiming this time.

Just slow, deep, and grounding.

I pour every ounce of relief and affection into that kiss, letting her feel it.

Safe. Protected. Mine.

“I’ve got you, Sunshine,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re safe now. He won’t ever touch you again.”

A little sob breaks free then, and she clutches my shirt like it’s a lifeline.

“Doug,” she whimpers.

“I know,” I whisper, pressing kisses along her jaw, her cheek, her temple. “I know, Baby Girl. He’s gone. You’re okay.”

She presses in closer, practically climbing me now, and something snaps loose inside me.

I need to make her feel good.

Make her forget the way that bastard made her feel.

Small, powerless, scared.

I need to replace that with something better.

With me.

With us.

“Come here,” I murmur, lifting her easily and carrying her to the back room.

I think it’s the office her sister uses, but whatever. Beggars can’t be choosers, and at this point, I would do anything to have her.

I place her on top of a filing cabinet like she weighs nothing.

She watches me with huge, trusting eyes as I set her down gently and tug at her shirt.

“Let me take care of you,” I whisper, already pulling the fabric up and over her head.

She nods without hesitation, and fuck if that doesn’t undo me.

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