Page 15 of Stealthy as a Wolf

I peered around the big wolf, taking one last look at the twins in the back. While twin one’s tone was playful, I doubted that I would enjoy what he had in mind nearly as much as he boasted.

Men who looked like him were selfish like that.

They expected the girl to do all the work, then be grateful for their lackluster performance when they couldn’t even find a girl’s joy button.

I mean, come on, how hard is it to give a girl an orgasm?

I snorted at his offer and shook my head. “Yeah, no thanks. Too much work.”

Twin one narrowed his blue eyes slightly. When they sparkled in challenge, I was released from his spell. I managed to drag my mind out of the gutter, and my shoulders slumped as the events of the evening caught up to me.

While I don’t regret going to their rescue, their presence still meant trouble.

I’d already brought too much attention to myself, and I couldn’t afford to linger or even stop to pick up my bags.

I’d grown attached to this place, and I was sad to leave.

But when I thought of the alternative, being dragged back into the nightmare of my past, a cold chill snaked down my spine and I shivered.

Death would be better than going back.

“Here.” I dug the keys to the van out of my pocket, then offered them to the alpha. “The keys to the manacles should be on the ring as well. They’re your problem now.”

Instead of accepting the keys, the alpha crossed his arms, and damned if my eyes didn’t go all pervy again, scoping out the way his partially buttoned shirt stretched over all those delicious muscles.

Wanting just one touch, I reached out and patted his hard pecs, my fingers tingling when my palms brushed against his chest hair. “I’m going to miss drooling over you guys, but I’ll remember you both fondly in my dreams.”

Hey, if guys could talk to a woman’s boobs, then turnabout was fair play.

Equal rights and all that crap.

A growl rumbled from him, and I wasn’t sure if he was annoyed at me for speaking to his chest, the thought of me dreaming about him, or the idea of me leaving. Or maybe all three.

Knowing the alpha was going to give me trouble, I allowed my wolf to rise to the surface, and I pushed as much command into my words as possible.

The extra boost made my order impossible to resist.

The alpha bark was something few alphas could do without years of practice.

It was an order that couldn’t be disobeyed by anyone weaker.

And after everything I’d survived, I was fucking strong.

“Now be a good boy andstay.” I peered up at the alpha as I issued the mandate. The last thing I needed was for another alpha to be on my ass.

I stole one last caress, then pulled away. I tossed the keys at the cats in the back, then spun on my heel, ready to make my getaway. I tucked all my power away and snuffed out my scent as much as possible. While suppressing my wolf can be tiring, over the years, I’d gotten used to living without half my senses.

“What the fuck?! Maggie!” the alpha snarled. “Get your ass back here!”

Like he honest-to-goodness snarled my name, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

Unfortunately, I only managed two steps before my great escape turned craptastic, and I slammed into something hard.

No.

Someone hard.

I tipped my head back and found myself staring up at Matty.

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