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Her eyes go wide. I don’t think she’s ever been called out before. Hooker probably flirts with taken men all the time.

Masen’s sexy chuckle warms my belly like always. I turn my head back around. Our faces are close. “Ah, baby. If I didn’t have to find the fuckers that messed with you, I’d take you in the back and make you scream so they’d know who I belong to.” His voice is low, but when I hear “hot damn” again in the same voice as before, I know they heard him.

Sniffer clears his throat. My eyes haven’t left Masen’s. “Yeah, on that note, we need to be going. Come on, Mase. You can make her scream at home.” He pats his back.

“Masen, you gotta put me down, now. We can’t walk out there like this,” I say, squirming, trying to get down. He heaves a sigh like I’m being unreasonable but sets me down. He insists I go over every detail again starting when they sat down at my table in the restaurant. I tell him everything, where I ate, where I walked, what stores I went into, what happened in the parking lot. I haven’t finished yet when we walk out to my truck.

They’re gone, but Masen catches both of their scents. “I’m not familiar with either scent, but that doesn’t mean much. I don’t know everyone by scent. We have a few hundred in the pack. I’m going to call Sid and have him see if he can track them.”

Sniffer and I check my Jeep while Masen makes some phone calls. My purse and bags are laying on the front seat. “Masen, they left my stuff!” I shout. When I open my purse and check my wallet, I see what they’ve taken, my Kentucky driver’s license, all my cash, my credit cards, phone, and keys. “Shit,” I curse. “They took all my stuff. They know my address and have my keys. I had a change of address on the back of my license when I moved. We need to get to my house before they take everything I own,” I’m almost in tears, “I should have kept my purse.” My voice cracks. Masen hugs me close.

“I’ll take care of it, baby. Don’t cry. Cass, wait here for Sid and whoever else he brings. Tell him what you know and make sure he gets back to me as soon as he knows something. I’m gonna have Michael meet us at her place.”

Leaving my Jeep, he ushers me to the same SUV he drove me to school in this morning. “Wait, Sniffer, can you see if there’s still a small footlocker in the back?”

He looks in the back. “Yeah, I see it.”

“My new camera is in there if they didn’t take it. If you guys leave my Jeep, will you break the lock and bring my stuff home with you please?”

He runs over to where Masen is about to load me in the car. “I’ll get your stuff, Sophie. Don’t worry. Masen will take care of the rest, okay?” I nod my head and smile so he feels better if nothing else.

On the way to my house, I finish telling Masen the rest of the story. When I tell him how I got away, he looks at me in awe. “You punched him in the throat?” pride clear in his tone.

“No, I didn’t throat punch him. I jabbed him like this.” I show him the move in the throat.

His head kicks back, and he belly laughs so hard I see tears in his eyes. When he settles down, he says, “It’s not funny that you had to deal with those fuckers, but only you could jab someone in the throat to get away.” He starts laughing all over again.

“Masen, I was really scared, and they have all my stuff. They could be in my house right now waiting for me. If I hadn’t met you and Sniffer, what would happen to me?”

That sobers him up immediately. He grabs my hand. “You’re right, Sophia. I’m sorry.” He squeezes my hand. I still need to talk to him about Roxanne, but it’ll wait until later.

When we get to my condo, Michael is already there waiting. Unfortunately, the shifters have already come and gone. I know they were here because my driver’s license sits on the kitchen counter, effectively telling me they don’t need it anymore. They know where I live and can come back anytime they want. I don’t take the time to see if anything is missing. I grab what I can’t live without, and I get back in the SUV and wait for Masen and Michael to finish up. I don’t think I ever want to come back here. Everything feels tainted. I don’t know what they touched, where they went, or why they even came to my house. What’s the big deal? So, I didn’t fall for their come-ons. What would they be willing to do to me because I rejected them? In one afternoon, they have taken the only real home I had in five years before I found Masen. I won’t even think about what I’d do if I didn’t have him.

CHAPTER18

Back at Masen’s, I’m in his huge walk-in closet that’s the size of my whole living room. There’s a washer and dryer, a large island like counter full of drawers, even a few chairs. The walls are covered with built-in closet organizers, almost one whole wall is made to not only hold shoes but display them. It is like the holy grail of closets.

I’m sitting in a leather chair holding a small box of what’s left of my parents looking around fighting back tears when Masen finds me. He kneels in front of me as I set the box on the floor. Dropping his head on my lap, he wraps his arms around me. “I’ll find them, Little One. Please don’t be so sad.”

I am having a bit of a pity party. “I’m fine, Masen. I know it could have been much worse. That what happened wasn’t even that big of a deal. I think what bothers me most is knowing they were in my house touching my things, and that they could go back anytime and let themselves right in the front door. They could take my Jeep. It’s just a yucky feeling, ya know? And I can’t stop thinking why they made such a big deal about being rejected. What were they planning to do?” I stroke my finger through his soft dark hair.

I’m ready for a subject change, so I tell him, “I really love this closet. It’s so smart to put the washer and dryer in here.”

He runs his hands up and down my back. “I thought you’d like it. That way when you wash all my clothes, you can iron fold and hang all in one room. I’ll find you a closet in one of the upstairs rooms.”

I lightly smack his back. “Oh shut up, if anything, you’ll have to move your stuff. You think I’m giving up that shoe rack? It’s a thing of beauty.”

He laughs softly. “Like that, do ya?”

“Why don’t you get comfy, and I’ll go make us some dinner.”

He sits up and brings his face close to mine. “I’m not really hungry for dinner yet.” He runs his nose along mine, igniting my need for him.

My hands reach up to his white dress shirt. The first button is open so I start on the second and continue my way down. He places an opened-mouth kiss on his mark then kisses his way up to my ear. He nips in places and uses his tongue in others, always leaving me guessing what’s coming next. After unbuttoning the fourth button, I reach my hands in and feel the dark hair lightly covering his chest. Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, I continue unbuttoning his shirt, and my mouth goes to my mark on his shoulder. I lick and tease him just like he’s done to me. His hand holds my neck, showing me how much he likes what I’m doing. “Love the way your mouth feels on me, baby.” When I use my teeth, he groans. He stands and tugs me up from the chair backing me up to the counter and lifts me. “I had this island built special. You want to know why it’s special?” he asks playfully. Masen pulls my butt so I’m just barely sitting on the ledge and grinds into me. “Ahh,” I moan. He moves back and takes off his shirt. When he moves down to the closure of his slacks, I remove my shirt. When his pants hit the floor, I slide down and take my jeans off.

Watching Masen undress is heady. Every move is almost graceful. His body is honed to perfection. Thick neck and wide shoulders make his stature intimidating. His broad chest gives way to his clearly defined abdomen, the vee leading down to his groin highlighting his narrow hips. His arms and legs display his powerful physique. He’s devastatingly attractive. My wolf knows we’ve marked the apex predator as ours, and she is as ecstatic as I am.

I look up to his ruggedly beautiful face and know he’s enjoying my appraisal. His white blue eyes hood with desire, his full lips are barely parted to pull in deeper breaths. Nostrils flare as he scents my arousal. The low growl coming from his chest should be a warning, but it sounds like a sweet promise to me.

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