Page 32 of The Wolf She Shouldn't Desire

The pose is so simple but oh so sexy as I look at him. The thick wool grey sweater he wears molds to the muscles in his arms, and his jeans do the same to his muscular thighs. Looking at him, I swear my mouth starts to water. Not in the sense that I want his blood, but in the sense that I want to lick him and trace every contour of those muscles, especially the ones I know are hiding underneath that aren’t as obvious while looking at him now.

“You still holding to your plan in avoiding me?” he asks.

“Maybe,” I say with a shrug of a shoulder.Why the hell didn’t I say yes? It’s not maybe, its yes!

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t stick to that plan tonight. Why are you patrolling the streets? Is there a dangerous killer on the loose?”

“If you count me, then yes. But otherwise, I just wanted something to do and to get out of the house.”

“Is something going on at home?”

I can’t tell him the real reason. I don’t even want to acknowledge it and have no plans of following through with it despite what my father wants. “My father is just pissing me off.”

A look of concern crosses his face. “Pissing you off to where it will land you another bruise on your face?” I can see his hands tensing in his pockets.

“No, not while I’m staying out of his way, and we aren’t butting heads. Hence the patrol watch.”

The concerned look on his face remains there despite my words. So, I direct the conversation elsewhere. “Why are you out for a walk?”

“I needed some fresh air and some quiet time to think to myself. Can’t really do that in a house full of rowdy wolves.”

“Is something bothering you?”

“Just the usual struggles of taking care of an entire pack while juggling their safety and wellbeing. Among other things.”

“I can see why you need some alone time to think then. Sorry it got interrupted by someone trying to hurt you.”

“Why are you sorry? You weren’t the one who told them to do that. You were the one to step in and stop them.”

I shrug my shoulders and then glance down at the pavement.

A warm finger touches underneath my chin and lifts my face up to where our eyes connect. We are so lost in gazing at each other that we lose sight of everything around us until the trance is broken.

A shadow detaches from the wall to my left and comes towards me with pure hatred gleaming in their eyes and a gun raised directly at Jordan. Jordan tries to tug me out of the way and behind him, but he isn’t quick enough before we hear a loud crack around us as the shadowed individual pulls the trigger.

Chapter 17

I look at Jordan with wide eyes, and what I am sure is a stunned and fearful expression. Did he get shot? My breathing becomes rapid as he looks at me stunned as well before pure anger morphs his features, and I swear his blue eyes flash. I’ve never seen anyone, much less him, become the pure epitome of rage in front of me in the blink of an eye like that. It takes my breath away, and a sharp sensation aches in my side.

Wait, what?

I notice Jordan looking down at where I felt the sharp sensation and look down.

Well, fuck. Jordan wasn’t shot. I was.

Blood is starting to soak into the cream-colored sweater I decided to wear tonight.I hiss and snap my neck in the direction of the asshole who shot me.

The wind that blows through the dark alley brings his sent to me. He’s a male vampire, and as he comes into a sliver of light that has managed to find its way into the alley, I see he is smirking at me. “Your father should have never tried to come after me. Now, I’ll make sure I come after what’s valuable to him. Starting with you!”

“Guess we both get to be targeted tonight. Lucky us,” I say sarcastically towards Jordan but receive no response as the vampire with the gun raises his arm again to aim the gun at meand a roar echoes in my ears. It takes me a second to realize it’s Jordan.

The vampire in front of me is so concerned with me that he doesn’t anticipate the werewolf that is with me who now charges quickly at him. Jordan moves quicker than I thought a wolf could and jerks the vampire’s hand holding the gun up and to the side so the gun can no longer shoot me or Jordan. The vampire still pulls the trigger though, and a bullet hits the wall up and over me, raining brick dust on me from where the bullet impacted the wall. This pisses Jordan off even more as he growls ferociously at the vampire. In the next blink of an eye, Jordan has the vampire’s throat in his hand, and I can see his nails have become slightly sharper and elongated as they dig into the vampire’s throat and pull back to yank his trachea out.

The vampire stands there with wide eyes as Jordan holds the bloody chunk of his throat in his hand and then lets go of his grip still on the vampire’s hand with the gun. The vampire drops with a hard thump and lays in a heap on the ground as blood starts to pool around his neck and then his head.

“Nice touch,” I whisper.

This grabs Jordan’s attention as he races back to my side.

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