Page 11 of Knot What I Expected

And the closer Gabriella got?

The worse he became.

He paced beneath my skin whenever she walked past our table. Scratched at me when she leaned close to put down my plate. Growled if I didn’t look up when she spoke.

Like the fucker was afraid I might miss something.

Her voice.

Her smile.

Her scent.

Her.

And if another male looked at her for too fucking long?

Forget it.

That was when Monster showed his teeth.

One hungry glance from some asshole sitting at the counter and suddenly my Wolf was pushing against my skin, demanding blood over a woman who didn’t fucking belong to us.

I had to remind myself that murder was generally frowned upon.

Mine.

My steps stopped dead.

Every muscle in my body locked.

There it was again. That fucking word.

“No.”

Mine.

“She’s not.”

The denial came too fast.

Too hard.

My Wolf shoved forward, and a growl vibrated through my chest.

“Shut the fuck up.”

MINE.

“Goddammit, I said no.”

Because Gabriella wasn’t mine.

She couldn’t be.

She was a single mother with a sweet little boy who looked at her like she personally hung the fucking moon.

She had responsibilities.