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You’re big, Liam, but not even you could take on five leopard shifters, even with us backing you,” Striker said gravely.
    “Besides, they were packing some heavy duty weapons, man. You would have had a bullet between your eyes before you even took one step.” Bodhe spoke deeply and with a seriousness in his voice that Liam had never heard before. He ignored them and instead thought about his mate.
    Olive. Her name was Olive, and it sounded so good to him.
    “You fuckers should have had my back.” And he knew he could have taken those assholes on, but then again that was his bear talking, and the damn animal was on a rampage. They had finally gotten his ass out of the strip club, but Liam told himself he would go back for Olive, because there was no way in hell he was going to just walk away. He may not have thought he needed a mate, and at twenty-four years old he was pretty young to have found her, but none of that mattered. The fact of the matter was he had found her. She recognized him as her mate, and no way in hell was there going to be anything that stood in his way of claiming her. That leopard fucker wanted her, and that was clear by the scent of sickening arousal that had come from him. Liam wanted to fight the other male polar bear-to-leopard, and he would have no problem tearing the bastard’s throat out.
    “I’ve never seen you get that look in your eye before.” Striker leaned back on his couch and kicked his legs out on the old, wooden coffee table separating the leather couches. “I mean, shit, dude, I thought you were about to shift right then and tear that leopard’s head off.”
    He had been about to, but then these douche-bags had stopped him. But that was going to change, because he was heading back there tonight, and he wasn’t above throwing her over his shoulder and taking her back to his home.
    “You just better get those fucking thoughts right out of your head, man.” Bodhe had his arms behind his head, but he was glaring pretty damn hard at Liam.
    “What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Liam straightened, feeling his polar bear rise up to the tiger’s challenge.
    “Chill, man. This isn’t the Stone Age, and I can see that you’re about two seconds away from getting a club and busting her over the head with it just so you can drag her back to your cave.” Striker started laughing, which further pissed Liam off. He leaned back on the couch, closed his eyes, and breathed out. He did need to calm down, because he knew he couldn’t just order her to stop her life and come with him, and admitting that was damn hard. But there was no way in hell his female was going to be shaking her tits and ass in front of a bunch of horny ass males just to make a living. He also had scented her apprehension in front of the leopard. He didn’t know why she felt the hesitation, but it didn’t sit well with him. She was headstrong, that was for sure, but he was stronger, more stubborn, and he didn’t give up on something he wanted.
    “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Bodhe.” Liam scrubbed a hand over his face. “Besides, I’d like to see how you act when you find your mate half naked up on a stage with a bunch dickwads looking at what’s not theirs.”
    That had Striker laughing again, and he was about to kill the prick just because he was getting on his damn nerves.
    “True, but it’s still funny as hell to see you all worked up. Man, you are the last person I would have thought would go all He-Man when you found your mate.” Striker grinned again. “Well, I gotta go.” Striker stood and stretched, cracking his back. “I got a hot pussy lined up, but I have to wine and dine her before she’ll spread for me.”
    Bodhe started laughing and stood as well. “She must be special if you’re willing to pay for a meal that isn’t off a dollar menu.” Bodhe grinned. “Unless it is dinner off the dollar menu?”
    Striker shook his head, but his grin was in