“Is this not a good thing?”
Remy stopped her cursing. “No… Yes. Crap, I don’t know. How on earth does your family acquire an island?” She shook her head. “No, don’t tell me.” She stared at him. “Tell me.”
“My family is an old line. We originate from Europe. We have slowly spread out as the need for us has become greater. As we live longer than humans and share our wealth, we acquire quite a few valuable things.”
“Uh-huh, I just fucking bet you do. What else do you wolves have?”
Holding both her hands in his, he gave her a cheshire cat grin. “You’ll just have to wait and see.” He brought her hands up to his mouth and nipped at her knuckles before soothing them with a lick and kiss.
Remy’s eyes widened and fire flashed in them. “Oh, you’re deadly. Let’s go before I make something catch fire.” Her hands heated in his.
Letting her hands go, he stood and gathered her to him and walked out of the café. “Do you still want to go into the club you used to work at?” he whispered to her.
Remy shivered against him. “You’re bad. As much as I want to say no, it’s best I go while we’re so close. Plus, tomorrow I want to see if Faith has cooled down enough to see me. If she still won’t see me, maybe Sara or Kirby will talk to me. I’m hoping if I can break the ice with Sara, Faith might follow.”
He had some military work he had to do tomorrow, but he could move things around to be with Remy. “What time are you going?”
They walked down toward the club where she’d worked. “Around lunch time. I was going to ask after we get the groceries if we can pop back to my house so I can get my car. I’ll drive myself to—”
“No,” he growled. He wasn’t stable enough for her to leave in her car. He needed to know where she was. He needed to be able to be with her.
He’d intended to take her to the barracks tomorrow. Part of him believed she wasn’t going to leave again, but another part wasn’t willing to let her out of his sight. He also knew without her near, his wolf would take over and the feral side would consume him. Right now the only thing that kept the feralness at bay was being with Remy.
“I’ll be going with you. For the moment, I don’t intend to leave your side unless it’s to fight.”
Remy opened her mouth to argue, but he gathered her to him and kissed her, stopping her words.
When he pulled away he cupped her face and brushed her lips with his thumb. “My little pixie, please don’t argue. Give me this. I need you.”
She stared into his eyes, and she must have realized how close he was to the edge, because she nodded. “Okay. For now, I’ll let you be my permanent shadow.” She pulled him into the club. “Come on. I want to say hello to my friends.”
Everyone knew Remy. As soon as they walked in the door staff members called out greetings. They walked into the spacious foyer and were made to sign in. Once they’d done that, they walked past a large poker machine area and then a coffee and cake shop, and further down was a restaurant. To the left was stairs and to the right was a hall with a bar. Remy dragged him down toward a hall that music blared out of, and elderly people danced to the music. At the entrance, Remy let go of him and ran into the embrace of two guys who came out from behind the bar.
His wolf broke free and he growled, storming for the young man who kissed his mate’s cheek. Yanking him away, Arden threw him across the room and turned, snarling, letting his wolf shine through to the older man who now stared at him with a terrified look on his face. The old man shakily pushed Remy behind him, and Arden let himself grow and change.
“Mine,” he snarled as he tore the guy from Remy and threw him.
“Oh shit,” Remy whispered as he gathered her to him.
She patted him, and he took deep gulps in of her scent, shrinking back down. Eager to demonstrate who she belong to, he took her mouth in a kiss that showed possession. Arden rubbed his scent onto her and dragged her away from the threat, turning her so he had his back to the onlookers.
How dare those males touch what was his. How dare they try to take what was his. Mine, mate, take, show whose she is, his mind repeated over and over again. He didn’t calm down or release Remy until he felt her melt into him and succumb to him and his wolf.
Pulling away from her, he growled, “You are mine. Tell me whose you are.”
In a breathless voice Remy said, “I’m yours.”
He grunted, turned, and glared at the people that now surrounded them.
Remy moved to his side. “Hi. I’m so sorry. We will go. He’s not having a good day. He...argh…has, um…PTSD. Please don’t call the cops. I’ll take him home and get his pills.”