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at the only wolf that had spoken so far.
    “ Kia Ora . I’m the reason Sasha is late, I’m so sorry. My ex-boyfriend was being a giant pain in the ass, and tried to pick a fight. There’s no way Sasha could get here any earlier. He was a complete gentleman.” To Sasha’s bemusement, she flashed him a shy smile. “I insisted on coming with him. I didn’t want to be on my own in case he came back. My ex.” Whaaat? He felt as though he’d stepped into a parallel universe, especially when the largest of the wolves stood up and clasped Megan’s hand.
    “Just tell us his name, sweet thing, and we’ll make sure he never bothers you again.” Her tinkling laugh wrapped around him and within seconds, she was sitting at the table shaking hands with each of the wolves. Sasha tried to keep up with their names. Connor. Red. Jonty. Bray.
    Megan touched his arm. “I’d love a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, please.” He did a double take. The wolves all smiled at her, their beasts relaxed and comfortable, and his own animal calmed. She was nothing short of a fucking miracle worker.
    *
    Megan had been to enough meet ‘n’ greet sessions with her parents to know how to make small talk. Hell, she could elevate it to an art form if she put her mind to it and charming these four hulking guys was easy. She had them eating out of her hand within minutes. By the time a wary looking Sasha returned with a tray of drinks, she was swapping holiday stories about a failed camping trip. One of the guys, Jonty or Bray—she wasn’t sure which—patted her arm. Sasha made a weird noise and glared at Jonty-Bray, who promptly removed his hand. Silence fell around the table, apart from the noisy bangs as Sasha thumped the beer bottles down.
    He’d sounded like a dog and Megan giggled, and turned to face him. “Did you just growl?”
    A hint of color sparked in his cheeks and he looked away. “Clearing my throat.” He took a long draught of beer and faced Connor, the leader of the group. “I promised to take Megan to dinner. Do you mind if we meet up again another night?”
    Something felt off to Megan. Sure, plenty of business transactions were conducted in bars and other casual places, but this one buzzed with an undertone she couldn’t translate. She sipped her wine and smiled politely at Connor, then dug in her tiny bag to find her phone. “Excuse me, I just need to reply to a text.” Supposedly engrossed, she waited for the conversation to start.
    Sasha muttered about the beer being good. Connor grunted agreement. She tapped out a quick message to Nessa and Lou, warning them she was running late, but still the men stayed quiet. They weren’t there to talk about furniture sales. Either it was something illegal, in which case she’d make an excuse and leave them to it, or something mildly embarrassing or uncomfortable. She slipped the phone back into her bag. “Just going to the bathroom.” She knew Sasha watched as she strolled toward the toilets. Not paying much attention to her whereabouts, it was still a shock when she bumped into a scary looking mountain of a man lurking near the end of the bar. She was used to tattoos, but this guy’s looked threatening somehow. She nodded an apology and sidestepped him.
    What on earth had she walked into? A drugs deal? Or something completely innocent? She washed her hands, smoothed damp palms over her flyaway hair and then tidied her face with lip gloss and powder. She examined her reflection in the mirror and wondered what Sasha had seen that he liked so much? Her tits probably. Despite losing several dress sizes in weight, her boobs were still enormous. It certainly wasn’t her university degree and for once, it was highly unlikely to be her father.
    *
    Megan was safely out of earshot when Connor leaned forward and spoke to Sasha. “Your human. Does she know?”
    “No.” Sasha rolled his eyes and tried to look casual. “Of course not. She’s just a friend.” Humans were blissfully