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through the crowded room, and next to the object of her desire. He smelled good enough to lick from head to foot. “Why don’t you want to help the pack?” she asked, following him down a hallway and into beautiful kitchen.
    A growl rumbled in his chest. “I am helping the pack. You’re not. You broke a twenty-thousand dollar lamp, and the bar owner wants you put in jail. How am I supposed to help the pack if one of the alpha’s daughters can’t keep a lid on her temper in town? I can’t arrest you. The full moon is in two nights.”
    Reyna frowned. Expensive lamp. She never would’ve thought some cow-town bar would decorate with anything not found at a generic bulk warehouse. Didn’t matter. Her father would pay to replace it and more for the inconvenience.
    “I’ll make sure to keep a low -er profile from here on out.” She crossed her fingers behind her back and gave Allan a reassuring smile. She didn’t plan to get into more trouble, but nothing she did was ever low profile. He needed to get used to that. She had no intention of changing, but she had no intention of giving up on him being her mate either.
    “Sure you will,” he snapped, yanking open the fridge and taking a Shiner from the shelf inside. He closed the door without offering her one.
    “I don’t try to get in trouble. But I won’t let you or anyone else make me feel bad for teaching those flannel-wearing-handsy-cowboys to ask before feeling up a girl. I wasn’t the only one in the bar they were bothering, just so you know.”
    The two girls playing pool next to the cowboys hadn’t been able to convince them of their disinterest either. When she’d gone over to watch the girl’s game, the so-called flirting had commenced.
    Hell, between all the touching and groping and lewd comments, she’d been tempted to put a lot more pain on those boys. They certainly deserved it.
    “There are laws. Plus, you threw a grown man halfway across a room. Do you realize how lucky you are that no one questioned how you did that?”
    Reyna opened her mouth and then snapped it back shut. He did have a point there.
    She’d made a bad choice.
    At home she was used to being surrounded by wolves. The New Orleans pack was massive compared to the VonBrandt family. There were whole businesses, bars, and restaurants that catered only to werewolves. Places where they didn’t have to fear being “seen.” Plus, New Orleans had so much weird shit and voodoo stuff twenty-four seven, the locals didn’t think twice about seeing anything out of the ordinary.
    “Just stay on the ranch and out of town.”
    “You need to loosen up a little.” She sidled a little closer and took the beer from his hand, taking a long sip before handing it back to him.
    He stared at her, a mixture of lust and irritation swirling in his big brown eyes, as if he couldn’t decide whether to yell at her or kiss her.
    She made the choice for him.
    Grabbing the lapels of his shirt, she attacked his mouth without hesitation. Her body burned with need. He was her mate. She was more sure of it than anything else in her life. He just didn’t agree with her—correction—he was trying to pretend it wasn’t true. Denial, again. This man had some issues to work through. First and foremost, he needed to embrace being a wolf.
    Allan returned the kiss for a millisecond before pushing her away, but that small taste hadn’t been enough. No way in hell was she giving up now. She tightened her grip on his shirt and wrapped a leg around his thigh, rubbing her hip directly across a very hard bulge in his pants. Now we’re talking.
    “No. We can’t do this.”
    Fuck. She pouted as he untangled her body from his and pushed her away. Can’t. Sman’t. By the end of the day, she’d have those delicious lips of his on her again. And next time, there would be no pushing away.
    “Look,” she said. “I’ll talk to the bar owner. I’m sure he’ll be fine if we make it right. We can replace the