“You willnottouch Widows Peak,” she snarls, pointing the barrel right at Laz’s knot. “Or I will fucking end you.”
I blink down at the little ball of fiery energy.
She’s on her knees, which has her perfectly poised to blow Laz’s junk clean off.
A laugh escapes me, and my palm covers my heart. “Ah, fuck yeah. I’m definitely in love.” I go to my knees beside her, utterly taken by this beautiful woman. “Marry me, little bee. Please?”
CHAPTER FIVE
LARK
I blink,so utterly startled by the insane maleproposingto me that I don’t realize what’s happening until the gun disappears from my hand and ends up in Lazarus Ferraro’s palm.
Shit!
I shouldn’t have let the redheaded sin-on-a-stick alpha distract me.
A growl leaves me, and I launch myself at him, no longer caring about anything else other than unleashing my fury.
These damn alphas.
Lazarus fucking Ferarro.
Finding me.
Trickingme—still not sure how they did that.
And threatening my town!
Then proposing to me as a distraction while strangling me with his intoxicating scent.All of their scents, I think, dizzy from the cafe-like atmosphere and that decadent hint of chocolate.Focus, Lark.
I scratch my nails across Noah’s face and snarl at him like I’m just as insane as he is. And maybe I am. Maybe I have gone a little crazy.
Because these fuckers are here to take Widows Peak from us.
Never going to happen.
“Whoa!” Noah shouts, grappling for my wrists.
The world spins, and I’m suddenly flat on my back with him on top of me, his hazel eyes burning down at me in an array of beautiful colors.Blue, green, auburn. Such a unique combination of pigments, the intensity momentarily stunning me.
Or maybe it’s the air leaving my lungs that does that.
Becauseow.
He has my wrists caught beneath one big hand, his opposite at my throat. But he’s not squeezing. Instead, he’s… he’spettingme.
“Calm down, little bee,” he murmurs, his chest vibrating against mine as hepurrs.
What the fuck is happening right now? And why am I going limp in response?
“That’s it, sweet girl,” he coos, his Irish lilt seeming to soften his tone even more. “God, you’re killing me.” He drops his head to my neck and inhales, the motion causing my eyes to nearly close.
Until I meet Lazarus Ferraro’s obsidian gaze from above. My gun is nowhere to be seen. Not that it’ll help me now. He’s staring down at me with an indifferent expression, his chiseled features ones I would recognize anywhere.
Because he’s a fucking god of an alpha.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Thick black hair that falls past his ears. Tan skin. Intensely dark eyes. Square jaw decorated with an elegantly trimmed beard. Full lips.
