Page 60 of Cuffed By the Wolf

Those words make me wince.

“Is she?” Lacy’s voice breaks.

“No update yet. The doctors are still working on her. Patch him through,” I command.

I already know who it is. The fucking narcissist shit-starter.

“Sheriff Drake here,” I say, stepping away from our family and friends to the other side of the room.

“Sheriff, you have something I want.”

“What’s that? My fist slammed down your throat?” I growl.

He laughs, low and dark. “The other painting Sasha was trying to sell. It’s not at Genevieve’s studio.”

“You broke into her studio.” Not a question—an accusation.

“Did you play the good alpha, then lose it and put your hands on Sasha when she pissed you off?”

Sasha’s annoyed expression around him, the flicker of unease in her eyes—none of it sat right with me.

“She has a smart mouth. Once, I punished her so badly she had to stay in the house for a week. After that, she learned to keep her mouth shut—mostly. If she’d had magic then, she’d have fought back. I wonder when she realized her power. It doesn’t matter. I’ll rip her fucking heart out.”

My fists clench at my sides, a low growl rumbling in my chest. “You’ve got a death wish. You’ll never lay a hand on my omega again.”

“Look at you, all soft for her. Maybe you actually care. Sasha’s got talent, and I’ve profited from it. You’re in the way. So it’s time for you to go fucking bye-bye.

“I’ve unleashed a pack of wolves that’ll tear you and your little crew apart. Call me back in fifteen minutes with the location of the other painting, and I’ll call them off.”

I chuckle, “Nah, send them.” I press the earbud, ending the call.

He thinks he can send his hit squad to take me out in my own town. It’s time I show him how we do things in this shifter town.

I scan the worried faces filling the waiting room. Tyson and Jax soothe Tara and Genevieve, while Fitch is ready to let his bear free. Bethany, a fae and owner of Spout, along with Ms. Gloria from Enchanted Visions, have come to offer their support. My deputies and dispatchers are all pulling for Sasha, my non-mate who’s only recently arrived in our town but has already touched so many lives. The last time Sasha looked at me, her gaze felt like it pierced straight into my soul.

“Tara Walker,” Dr. Cane calls out.

She rises to her feet. “Gavin, come with me, please.”

I nod and walk with her toward the doctor. It’s a good thing Tara is in town. The doctor can only give her sister information.

We halt in front of the doctor.

“Hello, Dr. Cane,” I say.

“How is she?” Tara asks.

“Ms. Walker sustained a leg injury in the crash, with bruises on her chest and stomach.”

My hands clench at my sides. I feel my wolf stirring, eager to break loose and hunt down Carson and his pack.

Dr. Cane adds, “But she’ll fully recover.”

I exhale sharply.

“Can we see her?” Tara asks.

“She’s resting now, but yes. Room 303.”