Page 15 of Dark Obsession
She rolls her eyes, and I grin at the flour on her cheek.
The door opens, and two male shifters walk in.
“Who knew that so many men hang around in fucking bakeries?” I mutter.
“Salem,” she whisper-yells, clearing her throat as she approaches the counter. “Good morning, what can I get for you both?”
They both turn and stare at me, the one closest swallowing hard. They can feel my dominance. I know it, and they know it. I’m an alpha shifter, just like my brothers, and come from a royal line.
“Hi, Peach. Can we please have our usual?” one manages to stutter out.
“Sure thing,” Peach replies, grabbing a box and placing a variety of pastries in it. I watch the interaction very closely, trying to talk myself out of hurting the males.
“Get your eyes off her,” I growl when they both continue to stare.
They look away immediately.
“Salem!” she snaps.
“I’m sorry. He’s…” she trails off and scowls at me.
I put my hands up and back away. This is Peach’s business. If I act the way I want, she’ll never want me here. I need to be on my best behaviour.
But when she hands one of them the bag and his fingers touch hers, all bets are fucking off.
Maybe he doesn’t need his eyes or his hands? How fucking dare he touch what’s mine?
They pay her, then leave.
“Are you okay?” she asks me, and I nod stiffly. “You can’t scare off my customers, Salem. And yes, some of them are males.”
“I know,” I reply, my jaw tense and my fingers twitching. “I’ll be back later. I have a few things to take care of.”
Her shoulders relax, and she looks relieved. “Okay, I’ll be here.”
I step up to her and softly kiss her lips.
And then I go and hunt my prey.
Using my invisible magic, I walk up to the two shifters, listening in on their conversation. “I thought you were going to ask Peach out?”
The other scoffs. “In front of Salem? Do you even know who he is? He looked like he wanted to kill us.”
“No, I don’t know who he is, but he was strong. His magic felt like it was pressing down on my skull.”
“I’ll ask Peach next time, when an assassin isn’t standing there like her bodyguard.”
Gritting my teeth, I wait until they walk underneath some trees before I let myself be known.
“Oh fuck,” the male who knows who I am curses. He holds his hands up in submission. “Whatever we did, we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to offend you.”
I flash my teeth. “Peach is mine. Don’t touch her again. And if you ask her out, I’ll kill you.”
He nods vehemently. “Okay, whatever you want.”
And when they think nothing is going to happen to them, I grab their heads and smash them together. Hard. Then, I return to being invisible, hold them both by their throats, and throw them back against the tree.
They both fall to the ground, blood dripping from their noses. “Spread the word. Peach is my mate, and I’m looking for a reason to kill someone.” I stand there a little longer, wondering if I should end their pathetic lives.
