soon anyway. There’s nothing here for him.”
Chapter Five
He had to get out of there.
Eion jerked open the door of his black Silverado. The growl, trapped in his throat since seeing Olivia, spilled free inside the cab. He shoved himself behind the steering wheel, claws emerging, curling from their nail beds. Shit! He had to get a grip on his wolf. Eion yanked his arms down at his sides and sucked in a long, deep breath through his nostrils.
What was wrong with him? Dumb ass question. He knew what, or who, was wrong with him.
The moment he’d watched them slide into the booth together, he should have taken that as a cue to leave. Oh, but hell no. He had to sit there and watch them make out. Eion repositioned in his seat, the ache in his groin a persistent and painful reminder of why he should have never come back. The longer he remained in her presence, the harder it would be to ignore the demands of his body, and his wolf.
Olivia was human, and nothing was ever going to change that. If only life was as simple as the movies and one bite could alter her DNA and make her one of his own. But this was reality, and no amount of wishing was going to change a damn thing. You were born a shifter, not made. The only thing his bite would do was announce to his world that she belonged to him—that they were mates. The thought made his dick as hard as a rock, but it solved nothing. She would never be accepted, especially not at their rising alpha’s side. His pack would want her either dead or gone—and neither was acceptable.
He groaned, allowing his head to bang into the headrest. This was so messed up.
He’d been an arrogant asshole walking up to her table after her boyfriend had left. But staying in his seat after what he’d witnessed hadn’t been an option. Unable to turn away, he’d watched them kiss, and thanks to the gift or curse of his extrasensory hearing, listened to the other man’s declaration of love—his desire to spend the rest of his life with Liv. Then he’d offered her a ring. Eion had nearly lost it right there amidst a room full of humans, until he’d noticed Olivia’s expression.
The look of resignation that had washed over her face.
His server had appeared at that moment with the check and the beer he’d ordered, and Eion had missed the final outcome of the proposal. Staying in his seat after Taylor had walked away was impossible.
According to Liv’s story, they’d decided to wait. She’d said no, yet kept his ring? Liv vowed that she loved him and the guy meant the world to her, but to Eion, her eyes reflected a different story. One that wasn’t a woman madly in love with her man.
What the hell was she doing?
Canines surged from his gums.
Blood pounded in his ears.
Eion thrust his keys into the ignition switch and the engine roared to life. Maybe he was wrong. He hadn’t been around her for twelve years, and maybe he was seeing shit that wasn’t really there. That’s what he was going to have to believe—didn’t have a damn choice in the matter. He had to get away from Chuck’s before he went back in there, ripped a certain man to pieces, and claimed what was his.
The ride home was an adrenaline-laced blur of white stripes on the road. Eion barely remembered the trip. He slammed on the brakes in front of his house and cut the engine. Every muscle in his body twitched, begging to release the beast inside.
Hold on.
Keys in hand, he shoved the truck’s door closed. The resulting bang echoed across the open expanse of the acreage. Clouds of dust from the race down his driveway filled the air around him like a veil, forcing the scent of dry earth mixed with the musk of nearby cattle into his nostrils.
He stormed up the few steps to his front door, jammed his keys into the lock, and with a twist of his wrist Eion was inside. Not a moment too soon. The door slammed shut.
Shoes.
Jeans.
Shirt.
They hit the floor one by one in a trail of desperation for freedom from
Chapter Five
He had to get out of there.
Eion jerked open the door of his black Silverado. The growl, trapped in his throat since seeing Olivia, spilled free inside the cab. He shoved himself behind the steering wheel, claws emerging, curling from their nail beds. Shit! He had to get a grip on his wolf. Eion yanked his arms down at his sides and sucked in a long, deep breath through his nostrils.
What was wrong with him? Dumb ass question. He knew what, or who, was wrong with him.
The moment he’d watched them slide into the booth together, he should have taken that as a cue to leave. Oh, but hell no. He had to sit there and watch them make out. Eion repositioned in his seat, the ache in his groin a persistent and painful reminder of why he should have never come back. The longer he remained in her presence, the harder it would be to ignore the demands of his body, and his wolf.
Olivia was human, and nothing was ever going to change that. If only life was as simple as the movies and one bite could alter her DNA and make her one of his own. But this was reality, and no amount of wishing was going to change a damn thing. You were born a shifter, not made. The only thing his bite would do was announce to his world that she belonged to him—that they were mates. The thought made his dick as hard as a rock, but it solved nothing. She would never be accepted, especially not at their rising alpha’s side. His pack would want her either dead or gone—and neither was acceptable.
He groaned, allowing his head to bang into the headrest. This was so messed up.
He’d been an arrogant asshole walking up to her table after her boyfriend had left. But staying in his seat after what he’d witnessed hadn’t been an option. Unable to turn away, he’d watched them kiss, and thanks to the gift or curse of his extrasensory hearing, listened to the other man’s declaration of love—his desire to spend the rest of his life with Liv. Then he’d offered her a ring. Eion had nearly lost it right there amidst a room full of humans, until he’d noticed Olivia’s expression.
The look of resignation that had washed over her face.
His server had appeared at that moment with the check and the beer he’d ordered, and Eion had missed the final outcome of the proposal. Staying in his seat after Taylor had walked away was impossible.
According to Liv’s story, they’d decided to wait. She’d said no, yet kept his ring? Liv vowed that she loved him and the guy meant the world to her, but to Eion, her eyes reflected a different story. One that wasn’t a woman madly in love with her man.
What the hell was she doing?
Canines surged from his gums.
Blood pounded in his ears.
Eion thrust his keys into the ignition switch and the engine roared to life. Maybe he was wrong. He hadn’t been around her for twelve years, and maybe he was seeing shit that wasn’t really there. That’s what he was going to have to believe—didn’t have a damn choice in the matter. He had to get away from Chuck’s before he went back in there, ripped a certain man to pieces, and claimed what was his.
The ride home was an adrenaline-laced blur of white stripes on the road. Eion barely remembered the trip. He slammed on the brakes in front of his house and cut the engine. Every muscle in his body twitched, begging to release the beast inside.
Hold on.
Keys in hand, he shoved the truck’s door closed. The resulting bang echoed across the open expanse of the acreage. Clouds of dust from the race down his driveway filled the air around him like a veil, forcing the scent of dry earth mixed with the musk of nearby cattle into his nostrils.
He stormed up the few steps to his front door, jammed his keys into the lock, and with a twist of his wrist Eion was inside. Not a moment too soon. The door slammed shut.
Shoes.
Jeans.
Shirt.
They hit the floor one by one in a trail of desperation for freedom from
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