“Gavin and I had a fling.”Jag lifts a shoulder.“It was short and meaningless.”
He says this after she confesses that Gavin is in love with him?
Harsh.
“You fucked your sister’s fiancé.”I raise an eyebrow at Jag.“Then fled town and skipped out on her wedding?Bruh.That’s weak.”
“Sorry, who are you?”Dove turns to me, giving me her full attention.
“I’m Wolf, official member of Team Dove.”I grin in the glow of her honeyed glare.“You’re doing great, princess.”
She furrows her brows.
Jag’s face remains indifferent, but a shadow flashes in his eyes.Annoyance?Homicidal rage?Hard to tell.I file it away for later.
“You’re not telling me everything.”She scowls at Jag.“Gavin said you paid him to date me.To marry me.He needed the money, so he agreed, but all this time, he’s been in love withyou.”
“Gavin’s feelings aren’t my problem.”
“You’re a real piece of shit.”
“Yet here you are, following me to Alaska like a lost puppy.”
That does it.Fury detonates in her eyes as she grips the gun tighter.“You always do this!You fuck my boyfriends.And my girlfriends.You ruin lives and walk away like nothing happened.The only person you care about is yourself!”
Rage steams off her as she trains the gun and starts to squeeze the trigger.
That’s my cue.
I launch forward, grabbing her before she does something she’ll regret.
She’s small and fragile compared to my brothers whom I fought my entire life.Taking her down is easy.Too easy.My arms wrap around her, and for a brief second, I register the warmth of her body and the velvety satin of her dress pressing against my skin.She smells soft and dreamlike.
My fingers dig into her arms, pinning her.She thrashes, seething, snarling, her fury vibrating against me.
This isn’t what I expected tonight, but hell if I let her throw her life away.
I shouldn’t be thinking about how beautiful she is, but I am.I’m obsessed with the beauty mark on her collarbone, the adorable little dot just begging to be kissed.She’s all sequins, satin, and rage, a fairy tale princess turned warrior, and I don’t want to let go.
She wrenches free, twisting from my grasp, and bolts for the door.
Jag shifts to go after her.
“Not a chance.”I step into his path.
“Move.”
“You’re not going near her.”My low tone delivers a steady command.Primal.Feral.Do not fuck with me.
That old familiar feeling rushes through me, swelling and heating, like I’m standing in the Arctic again, face-to-face with a bear, knowing there’s no room for fear, only instinct.
My muscles coil, every inch of me alert and ready.I’ve fought for my life so many times, and I’ll do it again.
Jag opens his mouth, but whatever he sees in my eyes makes his jaw snap shut.
That surprises me.
Most people don’t take me seriously.They see the punk clothes, makeup, and theatrics.They don’t know what lurks beneath the facade.
