surroundings as
she approached the tiger who was hard at work. Oh
goodness. He’d taken off his shirt at some point and all of those muscles she’d
been so fascinated with the other night were not only on display, but were
glistening in the sunlight.
Someone let out a wolf whistle
and she whipped her head in that direction. An average looking human male was
checking her out as he hefted some lumber onto his shoulder. She was about to
let him have it when she heard a rumble. A quick glance in Cain’s direction
showed he was no longer working and was fast approaching the ass who’d whistled
at her.
“That’s my woman you’re eyeing,” Cain
snarled as he approached the man.
Idiot that he was, the man merely
smiled bigger and shrugged his free shoulder. “I don’t see a ring on her
finger. She still has options.”
Before Allie could grab Cain, he
launched himself at the man, the boards tumbling to the ground with a clatter.
She almost felt sorry for the asshole as Cain plowed his fist into the guy’s
face. If the crunch was anything to go by, he’d broken the man’s nose. This so
wasn’t good! She was supposed to be diffusing Cain, not making him worse. She’d
always been taught to stay back when shifter males fought but, if she didn’t
get in there and break it up, this could end badly.
As she tried to worm her way
between them, the man lashed out, hitting her in the middle of her chest and
sending her flying. She landed on the hard, unforgiving ground with
bone-rattling force. If anything, it just made Cain worse. He landed blow after
blow until the guy was a bloody mess and couldn’t lift a finger against him. As
he dropped the man on the ground, he approached her, his knuckles bruised and
the skin broken.
With a gentle touch, he tipped
her chin up. “Are you okay?”
“I think so. Maybe a little
bruised, but I’ll be fine.”
Connor approached them quickly.
“What the fuck happened?”
“Greg decided Allie was up for
grabs since we aren’t married, so we fought. Then he knocked her on her ass.
He’s lucky I don’t kill him.”
Connor assessed the damage. “I
think you’ve already earned him a trip to the hospital. Take Allie and go to my
office. We need to talk.”
Connor addressed the gathering
crowd. “Someone want to take him to the E.R.? Tell them to bill the company for
the visit.”
Two men surged forward, lifted
the injured guy between them, and walked off.
Connor faced them again. “Didn’t
I tell you two to go to my office?”
Cain scooped Allie up into his
arms and began striding toward the singlewide. Allie gazed up at him, not quite
sure what to think. Part of her was angry that he’d gotten into a fight just
because some guy made a comment and whistled at her. But, secretly, her inner
wolf rolled over in joy that their mate thought so highly of them. Oh crap. She
was starting to think of the tiger as mate material. All the testosterone must
be getting to her.
When they entered Connor’s
office, Cain sat in a chair near the desk and held Allie on his lap. She
wriggled, trying to get free but he wouldn’t let her. The look in his eyes told
her he was worried.
“I’m fine,” she assured him.
The door slammed and she looked
over Cain’s shoulder to see a furious Connor approaching them.
“No, you aren’t,” Connor said.
“You need to make an appointment with the pack doctor, today, to get checked
out.”
“Connor, it’s just a bruise or
two.”
He lifted a brow as he sank into
his chair. “And what if the baby is in distress?”
Allie froze and felt Cain
stiffen.
“Baby?” she asked. “What the hell
are you talking about?”
“I’ve never smelled anything like
it before,” Connor said. “Your scent has changed. I don’t just smell you
anymore, but a mixture of Cain, you and another scent. I’ve never heard of
anyone being able to scent a pregnancy before but, in your case, I can. Must be
the tiger genes. Damn unpredictable cats.”
Cain’s
she approached the tiger who was hard at work. Oh
goodness. He’d taken off his shirt at some point and all of those muscles she’d
been so fascinated with the other night were not only on display, but were
glistening in the sunlight.
Someone let out a wolf whistle
and she whipped her head in that direction. An average looking human male was
checking her out as he hefted some lumber onto his shoulder. She was about to
let him have it when she heard a rumble. A quick glance in Cain’s direction
showed he was no longer working and was fast approaching the ass who’d whistled
at her.
“That’s my woman you’re eyeing,” Cain
snarled as he approached the man.
Idiot that he was, the man merely
smiled bigger and shrugged his free shoulder. “I don’t see a ring on her
finger. She still has options.”
Before Allie could grab Cain, he
launched himself at the man, the boards tumbling to the ground with a clatter.
She almost felt sorry for the asshole as Cain plowed his fist into the guy’s
face. If the crunch was anything to go by, he’d broken the man’s nose. This so
wasn’t good! She was supposed to be diffusing Cain, not making him worse. She’d
always been taught to stay back when shifter males fought but, if she didn’t
get in there and break it up, this could end badly.
As she tried to worm her way
between them, the man lashed out, hitting her in the middle of her chest and
sending her flying. She landed on the hard, unforgiving ground with
bone-rattling force. If anything, it just made Cain worse. He landed blow after
blow until the guy was a bloody mess and couldn’t lift a finger against him. As
he dropped the man on the ground, he approached her, his knuckles bruised and
the skin broken.
With a gentle touch, he tipped
her chin up. “Are you okay?”
“I think so. Maybe a little
bruised, but I’ll be fine.”
Connor approached them quickly.
“What the fuck happened?”
“Greg decided Allie was up for
grabs since we aren’t married, so we fought. Then he knocked her on her ass.
He’s lucky I don’t kill him.”
Connor assessed the damage. “I
think you’ve already earned him a trip to the hospital. Take Allie and go to my
office. We need to talk.”
Connor addressed the gathering
crowd. “Someone want to take him to the E.R.? Tell them to bill the company for
the visit.”
Two men surged forward, lifted
the injured guy between them, and walked off.
Connor faced them again. “Didn’t
I tell you two to go to my office?”
Cain scooped Allie up into his
arms and began striding toward the singlewide. Allie gazed up at him, not quite
sure what to think. Part of her was angry that he’d gotten into a fight just
because some guy made a comment and whistled at her. But, secretly, her inner
wolf rolled over in joy that their mate thought so highly of them. Oh crap. She
was starting to think of the tiger as mate material. All the testosterone must
be getting to her.
When they entered Connor’s
office, Cain sat in a chair near the desk and held Allie on his lap. She
wriggled, trying to get free but he wouldn’t let her. The look in his eyes told
her he was worried.
“I’m fine,” she assured him.
The door slammed and she looked
over Cain’s shoulder to see a furious Connor approaching them.
“No, you aren’t,” Connor said.
“You need to make an appointment with the pack doctor, today, to get checked
out.”
“Connor, it’s just a bruise or
two.”
He lifted a brow as he sank into
his chair. “And what if the baby is in distress?”
Allie froze and felt Cain
stiffen.
“Baby?” she asked. “What the hell
are you talking about?”
“I’ve never smelled anything like
it before,” Connor said. “Your scent has changed. I don’t just smell you
anymore, but a mixture of Cain, you and another scent. I’ve never heard of
anyone being able to scent a pregnancy before but, in your case, I can. Must be
the tiger genes. Damn unpredictable cats.”
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