Page 42 of Cuffed By the Wolf

I disconnect the call, not bothering with a goodbye.

Later that night, I stand at the trunk of the SUV and change into a green button-down collared shirt. I’m wearing dark jeans tonight so I can blend in with the crowd.

Pulling my dark cap low, I approach the back entrance.

“You’ve got to go around to the front,” the guy guarding the back door tells me.

I lift my head and meet his gaze.

His brows lift. “Shit, Sheriff, I didn’t know that was you. How are you?”

“I’m doing all right. Jason, keep an eye on the women going to their cars.”

I didn’t realize it was Jason, the club owner, guarding the back door. Must be short-handed tonight.

“I will, Sheriff.”

The boisterous music pulses through my body as I get deeper into the nightclub. She’s here with a woman named Jenny. Who is she? And how does Sasha know her?

I take in the people dancing on the floor. I also don’t miss the couple snorting lines off the back of their hands.

I flash my badge at the couple. “Get out of here with that before I charge you both with possession.”

They scurry out of sight.

My gaze moves over the people in the club. It’s almost wall-to-wall packed. Bet Jason didn’t want me in here tonight. He better stop letting people in or I’ll send for Fire Marshal Thompson.

Beta and omega scents hit me as I move closer to the floor. The only omega I can’t smell is mine. She has to stop taking those pills. Isn’t she supposed to go into heat and nest? If she thinks I’ll let her go to a fucking heat camp, she’s wrong. My eyes fall on the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. The smile on her face is infectious. She’s the only woman who can pull a smile out of me. I feel the grin lift the corners of my lips. Jenny smiles from ear to ear, too. Her look is genuine. While they stand at the bar, Jenny’s eyes move around the club. She stares in one direction for a while. I follow her line of sight. A man wearing a dark cap sips a whiskey neat. I can’t see his eyes. I want to see who he is. It’s suspicious to wear a cap in a nightclub. It usually means you’re trying to keep a low profile. Like I’m doing tonight. He’s up to no good. My gaze moves back to Sasha, who’s now on the dance floor with Jenny.

Sasha’s eyes move around the club, like she’s looking for someone. I ease back into the crowd so she doesn’t notice me, the six-five wolf shifter watching her. I will do whatever it takes to keep Sasha safe. A guy approaches her. I look back to see if the guy is still at his small table. Nope, he’s disappeared. The asshole on the dance floor grinds against what’s mine. A loud rumble kicks up in my chest. Other shifters notice and move away from me, not wanting any trouble. I’m ready to rip his arms out of his sockets. After their dance is over, he asks her something. She turns to leave, and he grabs her elbow.

“Motherfucker,” I growl.

The asshole is going to jail. I wait a little while, then catch him talking to another woman. I grab his arm, pushing it upward. He howls out in pain.

“Shut the fuck up,” I bite out.

“You touched her. You fucking touched her,” I growl, pushing him toward the exit.

“Damn, you’re putting me out for touching who?”

Once out the back door, I wave goodbye to Jason. I toss the asshole into the back seat.

My hand transforms into my wolf hand and I squeeze his neck.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he chokes out.

“This is for touching her.” I squeeze harder.

Finally, I release him. He coughs, trying to catch his breath.

My claws dig into his scalp and turn his head until his eyes meet mine. “You’re going to jail.”

“Man, I’m pressing charges.”

I chuckle as I close his door. I lift the trunk hatch and pick up a small white towel, removing Tom’s blood from my furry hand and claws. I change back into my uniform shirt. Once I’m done, I climb into the driver’s seat. I drive around to the front of the club. Sasha’s leaving with me, so I discard the asshole on the pavement. I’ll have a deputy pick him up.

My forest floor scent is sharp and dominant when she exits the club. I want to get her home to my cabin.