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you from now on.”
    “I can take care of myself!”
    “There may be others.”
    “Others?”
    “Terrance’s groupies. Two in particular. Thugs really. They’ll know of my involvement. Terrance may have told them about you before the attack. We can’t risk it. These thugs are unpredictable. They’re no werebabes. They can shift at will.”
    “But I didn’t do anything to them!”
    “It doesn’t matter, sweetheart. These wolves play nasty. They have a bloodlust for revenge—no respect for alphas like me. They’re dangerous rogues.”
    Fear gripped her. “But I’m fine, really. They don’t know me.”
    “Trust me,” he said softly. “No one will harm what’s mine.”
    “Yours?”
    “Yes, mine.”
    “Look,” she started, wrapping her sheets around her frame, remembering how rude he’d been the first time they met. He was delusional if he thought she was going to let him walk over her just because he had a pretty face, just because he’d saved her from a drug-addict-werewolf-man-thing from hell. She rose from the bed. “I don’t do well with phrases like mine and yours . I belong to no one. I appreciate you saving my life and all, but I have a store to run, so if you’d excuse me, I’m going downstairs to clean up.”
    “You can’t. Not after what you’ve just endured.”
    “Look, mister, this is my store, and right now it needs some serious loving.” She eyed him down, reverting to her I ain’t gonna take no shit business womanattitude. “You are not going to go all Tarzan on me, fella, understand? Now move.”
    She tried to sidetrack him, but he grabbed her wrists, holding her still. “The others may be back. I know you’ve had a stressful day, but you must heed my warning.”
    Stress , she thought. The man didn’t know the half of it. Gently, he pulled her closer, his earthy scent rocking her senses, his green eyes flashing bright. At the feel of the big cock in his jeans, a shiver slid down her spine. He was so beautiful. So hard and lean and masculine. As if to prove it, he grinded the large flesh against her and wrapped his arms around her lower back. She clutched his biceps, and inwardly moaned. Her sex felt as heavy and deep as a drum. An arrogant grin enlivened his face. Joni stared. It was the first time she’d seen him smile and the brilliance of it almost did her in.
    “You’re mine to look after now.”
    “No,” she murmured, fighting in his grasp, fighting what seemed to be the inevitable—this man’s control over her body, over what frightened her the most—her heart.

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
    After calling a few pack members to watch over Joni, Ian found himself running through the woods behind his large estate house. When he reached the edge of the clearing, he shifted into his wolf form and took off towards the trees. The area was closed off to outsiders so he had plenty of room to test the field.
    Before long, his pack members were running behind him, all in their wolf forms. He grinned at the sight. There was nothing more exhilarating than running on his land with his family close on his tail on a bright Wisconsin afternoon. When he arrived at the boulders, he shifted into his human form, comfortable in his nude state. They did the same. Slowly, he looked at his pack. Some were related to him by blood, but most were loners who’d joined up throughout the years. He didn’t blame them. As one of oldest packs in the Midwest area, the McNeals were a fiercely loyal bunch. Known to protect their own to the death. He loved them all.
    He met their gazes and told them about Joni and the thugs.
    “What do we care of this human?” asked Garth, one of his toughest enforcers. “She is of no importance to us.”
    “She is of importance to me.”
    “But you barely know this woman,” replied another. “Who’s to say that she won’t reveal our identity to the world?”
    “She won’t. She’s made a pledge. She respects our kind.” A low warning entered his voice.