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He consumes me. While my body is ready to give him everything it possibly can, my mind screams for me to put a stop to this and pleads for us to talk. There’s so much that needs to be said before anything else.

Before we can move forward.

Opening my eyes, I stare into the amber eyes of his wolf side. I now recognize it and don’t flinch. No panic wells in my chest because all I see within those orbs is passion, love, devotion, and protection. It’s the hottest look anyone could ever give another.

“Miles, I—”

“There you are.” The drunken shout echoes down the dimly lit hallway. A roughed-up-looking Thea staggers her way over to us, grabs Miles’s arm, and does her best to pull him away from me.

He brought another woman.

How could I have forgotten that?

While I wallowed in misery, Miles made sure he had a date for this.

What am I thinking?

Taking Miles off guard, I push him away from me and shove Thea to the side as I make a break for it. I can’t do this. Not with a man who apparently likes to play games with my heart. I should find Carter and see if he’ll take me back to Fetterman under the guise of not feeling well.

“Aunt Alexa?” Archer pops up in front of me with Miranda, Macy’s terror of a daughter, and Brandon right behind him. “Are you okay?”

He’s such a sweet boy. His brows crinkle with concern. It breaks me a little more.

What would Teague think of Miles?

No, don’t go there.

“I’m okay, sweetie, but I’m going to find your uncle Carter and see if he can take me home. My stomach is a little upset.” I bend over to talk to him and sway on my feet.

Archer watches me closely before giving a nod. “Okay. We’ll help you find him.”

“Yeah, he’s got to be here somewhere.” Miranda, who is usually the queen of mischief, takes one of my hands while Archer takes the other to guide me around until we find Carter.

I’m thankful Carter doesn’t question me as he drops his beer like a hotcake and gets me the hell out of there. I’ll make it up to Rylie.

Chapter Twenty-One

Miles

A colossal …

Don’t fucking say it.

Fuck. Up.

Goddammit!

With a roar, my fist slams into the drywall where Alexa had just been standing, going straight through to the brick within its depths. Blood trickles down, not from my punch but due to the fact my hand is no longer my human one but that of my werewolf. Claws sprout, cutting into my palm.

I tighten my grip rather than releasing it and absorb the pain coursing through me. I’m fucking livid, and I don’t know what to fucking do about it anymore.

“Glad she’s gone.” My head snaps with predatory precision in the direction of Thea’s slurred voice. Her eyes are wide and a few steps away, but she’s still fucking here.

“Go. Away.” Snarling is the only way I can speak right now. My jaw is too damn tight as I fight back my incisors from growing out. The grip on my control is on the verge of snapping, just like Brandon almost did. “Get a ride home and get the fuck away from me.”

“Excuse me?” She wobbles. “You’re the one who invited me here, Miles.” She has no sense of self-preservation.

“And it was a big fucking mistake,” I snap back. “Now, get your drunk ass out of my face and find a ride home, Thea. You wouldn’t be half bad if you didn’t ooze how fuckingdesperate you are to get one of us. There’s someone out there for you, but it sure as fuck isn’t any of us.”

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