Page 123 of Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

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have ten minutes of happy hour left.”

I pushed past him and headed down the narrow stairs. We emerged into a

long room with a bar on the left, booths on the right, and tables scattered

around a stage at the back. The place was lit by deep yellow lights, and the

walls were lined with dusty volumes. Most people were drinking, though

there were a few enjoying a cocktail in the company of a good story.

The tattooed bartender smiled as we approached. “So, which one of you

is into Biker Bears?” Savannah raised her hand, and the bartender winked at

me. “Then you must be into those baaaad alphas. I flipped through it. That

one gets hot fast.”

My fists clenched. I would make Savannah pay for this. Her insufferable

smirk was enough to make me want to rip the bar top off. Or her top off.

Trying to maintain some control over my emotions, I pulled out a wad of

cash and placed a couple of fifties on the bar. “Two Manhattans.”

“Sure thing.” The bartender turned away and plucked a bottle of

vermouth from a surprisingly wide selection on the wall. Manhattans must be

their thing.

“Thanks for asking me what I wanted,” Savannah hissed.

“We’re not staying long.”

She pouted. “You’re more fun at your bar.”

I turned and fixed her with a steady gaze. “Because it’s my bar.”

At my bar, everyone knew not to look too long at the woman I was with.

Here, all the men kept glancing up at Savannah.

Our mate.

She was not. We hadn’t sealed the bond, and we were going to reverse

her condition. But it pissed me off, just the same.

I caught a vampire in the corner gazing straight at her with obvious

intentions. He was looking right past the woman he was with and straight at

Savannah’s long, elegant neck and exposed shoulder. My claws slipped out,

and it was all I could do not to flip his table over and ram a broken-off chair

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