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body. When he’d walked
into the bedroom, it had taken every ounce of self-control not to jump into his
arms and cling like a monkey.
    Lana felt the press of her tingling nipples brush against
the cotton of the tee shirt. The agonizing ache mirrored the pulsing pressure
that centered in her pussy and, near crazed for relief, she pressed her thighs
together. This was silly. Ridiculous. She’d just met the man but the attraction
had been instantaneous, off-the-charts chemistry. It would definitely be a good
idea to keep her distance. A man that raw, that seductive, no doubt had women
lining up to sample anything he might have to offer. Heck, he might already
have a woman and Lana didn’t poach. Though she was definitely feeling a little
desperate to explore some hot, steamy sex with him, she was determined to keep
things cool. The truth remained, she knew nothing at all about him except that
he’d been kind and had saved her unlucky ass tonight.
    Releasing a pent-up breath, pushing thoughts of toe-curling
sex to the back of her mind, she headed into the bath and then readied herself
for bed. When she finally stood naked and as clean as a newborn baby beside the
bed, she reached for Mad’s discarded shirt. Lifting it to her face, she
inhaled. The scent of him clung to the soft fabric and, giving in to the urge,
she pulled it over her head before crawling tiredly between the crisp white
sheets.
    Within moments she was asleep, for the first time in days
resting dreamlessly until angry voices caused her to sit up in her bed. Nothing
was worse than being jarred from a deep rest. Lana blinked into the darkness
then glanced at the bedside clock. Three in the morning. Tension sizzled
through the atmosphere and her keen wolven senses acknowledged that something
was going down. Violence simmered in the air, prompting her to come to her feet
and head toward the stairs.
    Lana took several hasty steps down then froze. A crowd of
men filled up the massive foyer near Madden’s front door. The two young wolves
who were in such deep trouble with their High Alpha stood in the center of the
group facing him, anger etched on their faces.
    “This is fucked up! You can’t banish us from the pack
because of some stranger. We don’t even know this bitch.” One of her would-be
attackers fairly barked the words, his face flushed with rage. His buddy
clenched his jaw and made a move forward but then Mad advanced on them. Lana
couldn’t see his face but muscles bunched in his shoulders as he drew back a
fist then landed a blow to the outraged wolf’s cheek. Blood splattered and ran
down the youth’s face and a chorus of low growls added to the violent tension.
The younger wolf fell to the floor and the other backed off, holding up both
hands in surrender.
    “Hell, we’re going.”
    “Damn straight, you will.” The High Alpha turned his
attention to the others. “Get these fuckheads out of town before I whip the
shit out of them. Got it?”
    Lana held her breath as a shudder raced through her body. By
nature, lycans were hotter blooded than most and she hoped those two fools got
out of town quick. She suspected if they didn’t, they would regret tangling
with their Alpha. When the men filed out, Mad glanced up and her gaze locked
with his. His face was tight with rage and she knew in that moment that she’d
never, ever want that anger directed at herself. His size was intimidating but
now he seemed a giant to her.
    Savage, intense, feral.
    Finally, Mad stalked off, shrugging as if to shake off
something foul. Lana paused, then, gathering her courage, hurried down the
stairs just in time to see him walk through a door. No, she hadn’t been
responsible for the actions of these two young wolves but she felt somehow at
fault for the scenario that had unfolded tonight. She dreaded talking with him
face-to-face while he was in such a temper but she pushed the worry away and
stopped in the doorway of what appeared to be a large office. She’d