Page 30 of Hard for You

During his travels with the pack, Wolfe had encountered some pretty rough shit. Packs that were fierce, deadly, completely terrifying, and their rules would make their pack mortified.

Where virgin females were given to the alpha, and he used them until he got bored and passed them down to a lesser male of his choosing. Sacrifices as well.

Wolfe looked toward Amelia.

He’d met the virgin-taking alpha, and he hadn’t liked him. Neither had Alpha. It was one of the many reasons they didn’t trade with them.

Staring toward the main bar, he spotted Amelia instantly.

Her hair was pulled back into a clip, and she wore an oversized shirt. She had her back to them, but as she turned around, he saw she wore a tank top underneath. The overshirt was open at the neck by several buttons to her cleavage, and her sleeves were rolled up to her elbow.

She looked exhausted.

The moment she caught sight of him, she didn’t offer him a smile.He got nothing.

Wolfe should have accepted that.

Penetrating her, growling at her, and then leaving herapartment wasn’t exactly the good first impression he’d hoped to give.

Alpha stepped forward, and the pack moved out of his way.

Wolfe didn’t look away from Amelia.

With Alpha focused on her, Wolfe got the sense that the pack was happy about this. He found it so fucking annoying that they wanted her gone. She wasn’t a bad member of the pack, not at all.

Sure, she changed things for the better, and after what she told him about the deer, he could see why she wanted it changed.

Wolfe had never been the kind of man to play with his food. Even when he was a wolf, he didn’t toy with animals.

“Amelia,” Alpha said.

“Alpha.” Shebowed her head, showing him respect and submission.

“What’s this about?” Val asked, coming to Amelia’s side.

“I need to talk to her, now,” Alpha said.

She glanced toward him and then nodded. “O-okay.”

“No, I want to know what this is about,” Valsaid.

Wolfe turned his gaze toward the bar owner. Val had gotten protective of the woman. When he first approached Val, asking the guy to give her a job, he’d been hesitant. Owning a bar required customers to want to visit the bar.

“No one’s going to want to come to my bar with the social leper working for me.”

“They’ll want their booze and partying more than they want Amelia gone,” Wolfe said.

That had been his argument, and it looked like he was right. Not that he expected to be wrong. The wolves loved a reason to party. To let loose. All of them did.

“It’s fine, Val,” Amelia said.

“I’m coming with you.”

Amelia placed her hand on Val’s chest, and something inside Wolfe nearly snapped.

He clenched his jaw and his hands, and it took every single ounce of willpower to stand there and watch.

“It’s fine. Honestly. I know what it’s about, and you’re needed at the bar. Trust me, the pack will be upset if we kick them out.”

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