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He was the fucking bad guy. That was what he had built his whole goddamned life on.
A mother fucking bad guy. Yet when Talia had said it, when her eyes had changed from vulnerable and trusting to horrified anger.
It had cut him.
And in that moment, he had felt a loss. Like when his mother had recoiled away from him in horror. It hadn’t mattered that she had later held him close. Telling him he could choose to be good, no matter what evil lurked inside him. He had seen her revulsion, just as he had seen Talia’s.
Thorn had always had a smart mouth since the day Hyde had met him. And as satisfying as snapping his neck would be. It wouldn’t change the truth.
He knew what he was. And hero, had never been the word for it
Growling, Hyde pushed Thorn away from him, his voice barely audible.
“Get her more clothes. And Thorn...” pausing at the door, the enforcer looked back.
“Dont forget the shoes this time,”
Thorn nodded in agreement before stepping out, the door slamming shut with a resounding thud. The only sign of anger he was willing to show.
Resisting the urge to respond to the disrespect. Hyde paced.
His wolf had tasted freedom tonight. He had finally given his wolf free rein to hunt after weeks of being so close to breaking out from his control. It had taken everything in him to keep any kind of control over his beast. Every ounce of willpower to resist the primal urge that had gripped him in the cabin. He had come so fucking close to failing.
Closing his eyes against the image of her huddled under the table. Shaking, terrified of him.
All his wolf had wanted to do was to drag her to him, rip the tiny, flimsy materiel off her bruised body and bury himself triumphantly within her. To claim and mark her with tooth, claw and seed.
To howl to the storm, she was his and his alone.
He ran a trembling hand through his hair and shifted his gaze towards the bathroom door.
She was so close. Her nude body wet from steam and water. His heart pounding, he felt his beast expanding through him. His nose rising to taste the scent she had left in the room.
He was just five strides away from being in the room with her. In nine strides, he would pull her to him. In eleven strides, he could have her against the wall.
“Get a bloody grip” growling the words at himself through clenched teeth, Hyde forced himself backward. Retracing the first two steps he had taken without thinking.
She was not his. Never would be his. She was too good to be his.
His wolf growling deep in his mind in obvious disagreement. Clenching his fist in denial, he turned away from the door. Pulling clothes out of his saddlebags, Hyde wrapped a towel around his waist.
There was no way he could risk himself or his pack by compromising his mission.
There was no way he would risk her.
God. He knew her body wanted him. Could smell how fully she reacted to him. Hell, he knew that after tonight she had started to trust him, despite herself. It would be so easy to take advantage of that trust.
Be the bad guy she said he was.
Groaning to himself. Perhaps she would even welcome him. Maybe she would wrap her arms around his neck. Her mouth as hungry for him as he was for her.
He couldn’t allow it.
Hyde glared at the bathroom door. The sound of the shower teasing every sense.
He didn’t know why Draven wanted her.
But he knew he had to get some mother-fucking clarity.
