Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha – Chapter 8

Tommy ignored him and continued, “So, the Club is having a little party on Saturday night. Any chance I could convince you to join us? I promise to show you a really good time,” he said seductively, his voice low and deep, and suggestively grabbed his crotch for emphasis as if I wasn’t already clear on his meaning.

Luca snapped, “I swear, you better not have a boner over there…or I’ma throw you out on your a*s.”

Tommy laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it in my pants…for now.” Tommy was a badass on his own merit, the Grimm MC’s Sgt. at Arms, respected and feared. But all humans could sense Luca’s animalistic danger. They didn’t know what made him different, but they felt the predator inside, and no one provoked him. It was probably another reason we’d garnered so much respect from the surrounding motorcycle clubs.

hit my nose-Wolf!

recognize!

Terror crashed through me. My spine went rigid. Lucky had also caught the scent and was snarling profusely, his body trembling, poised for attack as we both faced the door. Instantly, Tom

there to get a tattoo. My hope was destroyed as soon as I made eye contact with the male who stood in front of the others. He grinned at me in recognition and satisfaction -for having caught his prey. He had to be from Leander’s pack. The m

u?”

ly,

led up and down my spine.

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lead Wolf ordered.

and sprinted to the back of the shop and dove through the plate glass window, landing in a somersault on the grass outside.

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e out the window. As he ran toward me, he yelled back to the others, “Get the Wolf! Put the other two down.”

out.

o, no, no!!!

reach the edge of the trees. I zigzagged but heard him gaining on me. My lungs screamed from the exertion. Still, I pushed faster.

et.

gs. I kicked, my heavy combat boot landing in the center of his face. A loud crack. Blood spurted from his nose.

itch!”

advantage, I struck, landing a punch to his gut and another kick, this one to his kneecap.

grunted angrily and

vision until I could reorient myself. I bucked and writhed, twisting and turning to throw him off.

nd me tighter.

ill, bit

tched him down his face, drawing long trails of blood. He roared and repositioned his body to grab both of my arms and forced them above over my head. His canines came out, menacing

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s heavy body on mine.

e. He hissed, “Aren’t you just the wildcat?”

cking me.

desire.

d fingers. A grunt of pleasure came from his chest.

hips into me, the object of his desire hard in his pants.

ockingly fast, he unbuttoned my pants and released the zipper, his fingers finding their target. “What about this?”

ng to violate me! I had to do something to stop him and panted, “He’ll kill you…your Al

problem sharing his women. You’re no different.”

rritated at being interrupted.

goods?!

what Leander thought I was? An object? A toy for his pleasure?

e me against my will. But never in my worst nightmares had I anticipated one of his wolves would. Maybe this one was just delusional or trying to scare me.

e’s had everything he wants first. You need to stop!”

First?

was true!

wasn’t just delusional. The o

ive that.

was he?!