Page 28 of Claimed By Werewolf
I nursed a black coffee at the bar, with a cigarette burning low between my fingers, when Tremor slid onto the stool beside me.
He didn’t bother with small talk.
“You brought her here.”
It wasn’t a question.
I dragged on the cigarette, exhaled slowly.“Yeah.”
His eyes narrowed, sharp and unblinking.“Why?”
“Keeping her close.Letting her think there aren’t any secrets.”I shrugged like it was nothing, like I hadn’t been up all night replaying every look, every touch, every word.“Figured it was better she see it on my terms.”
He leaned in, voice low, the weight of it heavier than the stench of smoke.“You figured wrong.”
My jaw tightened.“She’s under my eye.That’s all that matters.”
“No,” he snapped, the word hard.“I know you’re up to something, and I don’t fucking like it.”
I turned to him slowly and let the silence stretch until it was sharp enough to cut.“You accusing me of something?”
His grin was humorless.“Not yet.But I’m watching.You can’t handle her.”
Demi Cross wasn’t just mine to handle.
She was mine, period.
“I’m doing just fine, Tremor.Maybe you should just worry about yourself.”
He stood with a sneer and walked away.
I had a target on my back when it came to Tremor, and I didn’t know why.He was right that I was up to something, but he wasn’t going to know about it until it was all said and done.
That night, I found myself outside her building again.
I told myself it was just to check the street and to make sure those vultures from before hadn’t circled back.That it wasn’t about her, not really.
But when her light flicked on upstairs, my chest loosened.
She was safe.
For now.
I leaned against my bike, lit a cigarette, and let the smoke curl up into the dark.
The club was my life.My blood, my bones.
But Demi Cross?
She was starting to feel like the heartbeat underneath it all.
And I didn’t know how long I could keep the two from colliding.
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The next few days blurred.Work at the garage.Runs across town.Brothers watched me sharply, more than usual.Tremor always lurking, waiting for me to slip.
And Demi, always on my mind, no matter how far I rode.
