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funneled that anger into her natural born magic, charging forward and holding her palm so that it faced the table. Every ball on the canvas flew into the side pockets.
    “Damn it, Aylia,” Kole muttered. “I was winning.” It was spoken like it was still the norm to see her here, like her presence wasn’t forbidden by her coven who’d declared the wolves enemies.
    Aylia focused on Nico, the asshole she’d once loved and probably still did. Okay, she still did. She still did and she was really a messed up witch. Her gaze slid to his neck, to the chain that hung beneath his shirt, buried where she couldn’t use magic to call it to her. And of course, he knew that.
    She stopped in front of him and reached for it. He seemed to anticipate her move, dropping the pool stick at what seemed the same moment. He shackled her wrist, his eyes simmered with fire—a warning.
    The room went silent around them except for the music. A moment, then two, bled into time standing still, the calm before the certain storm. She could feel all the eyes on them, could feel the mistake of her actions. This was Royal Guard pack territory and she’d just challenged the leader in public. It was a foolish thing to do, to back Nico into a corner, to force him to stand against her or risk challenge by one of his pack for his role.
    Suddenly, he moved, and she was molded against him, his fingers threaded through her hair. “You’re on dangerous territory, my little witch,” he murmured in a deep, raspy voice that was both predator and wolf. His hand slid over her backside, and his mouth came down on hers, his tongue pressing past her teeth.
    Shock paralyzed Aylia for a moment, but his words replayed in her mind. Dangerous territory. She was on dangerous territory. If Nico appeared weak to his pack, he’d be challenged for leadership, and someone, maybe even him, would die. She didn’t want anyone to die. She didn’t want him to die, no matter how she might despise his actions. It was that clarity that allowed her to relax into him, to forget her anger, her necklace he’d stolen.
    Aylia moaned and melted into the kiss, into the hot possession of his mouth on hers. It was a kiss that was meant to claim her, to submit her to his command. He was telling everyone in the room, including her, that she belonged to him. And it scared her how much she wanted it to be true. How much she still wanted a wolf that was wicked to the bone.

Chapter Four
     
    A wicked wolf’s secret…
     
    Aylia gasped as Nico tore his mouth from hers and growled, “We’re leaving,” before storming towards the exit with her in tow. She stumbled to keep up with him but was all about getting the heck out of there before someone really did challenge Nico. Not to mention the fact that she was embarrassingly aroused, in the midst of his pack who could smell her desire.
    Her gaze swept over Kole, who wasn’t just Nico’s second-in-charge, but his most trusted friend, trying to read his expression. Instead, her eyes fell on Serena Edwards, the beautiful blond wolf who had always wanted Nico, and was now trying to kill Aylia with a look of pure hatred; Serena, who had been there with Nico this past year when Alyia had not. Who had most likely filled Aylia’s place in Nico’s bed.
    Aylia told herself that it didn’t matter, that she didn’t care what Nico had done or with who, despite the knots forming in her stomach. Nico had sent her away; he’d blamed her like the rest of The Society leaders for magic gone wrong, even when she and her coven had warned them it was risky. Magic that was now locked in her necklace that they’d clearly decided was too dangerous to be left in her hands.
    They exited the bar and Aylia knew Nico’s lack of words weren’t about the cameras and audio everywhere in this damn place. Fury radiated off of him. Well, join the club, she thought. She was more than angry herself. She was one big ball of ticked off witch.
    He kept walking, pulling her