Page 126 of Knot What I Expected

Those golden eyes looking at me like he's been starving all week and I'm the first thing he's seen that might finally satisfy him.

His voice drops.

“I needed to see you.”

My heart stops.

“What?”

“I—”

“Oh my God!” Lindsey's shriek cuts between us.

Havoc's entire body goes rigid. His head turns slowly.

The expression that crosses his face is enough to make my blood run cold.

Because Lindsey is pointing at us.

More specifically? At Havoc. And she looks absolutely delighted.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up.”

The women behind Lindsey erupt into excited squeals.

I frown.

Havoc goes completely still.

The hand around my wrist tightens—not painfully, but possessively. Like releasing me isn’t even a possibility he’s considering.

His Wolf suddenly feels very, very close.

“Holy shit, Margo!” one of the bridesmaids shrieks. “You got Lindsey a stripper?”

“What?” Lindsey practically screeches. “Oh my God, you did!”

“I did not!”

“Well, somebody fucking did.”

The room explodes.

Women start laughing and clapping. Someone whistles. Another one starts chanting, “Strip-per! Strip-per!” like we’re at some drunken college party instead of a dive bar in Ember Hollow.

And Havoc? Havoc looks like he’s contemplating mass murder.

I bite the inside of my cheek. Because I probably shouldn’t find this funny.

Especially when the Wolf in question looks like he could bench-press the entire bar while stomping the karaoke machine.

But after the night these women have given me?

Yeah. Maybe I enjoy his horrified expression just a little.

One particularly drunk brunette looks Havoc up and down.

Slowly.