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Let them watch. Let the whole fucking world watch.

Taryn is mine and she’s everything to me.

I don’t care who knows.

CHAPTER 13

Taryn

This is still happening too fast, but I think my brain is finally beginning to catch up.

My mate is a hot, sexy wolf shifter and he wants to take care of me in every way imaginable.

But every time he spends money on me, I feel more like a charity case. I’ve felt that way since my grandmother died. Victor is right: I didn’t truly live. I just breathed between the moments, hoping the next one would be better. I was grateful for what I had, even the basement, because I understood things could be a lot worse.

Now I’m struggling to accept that things are going to be better. That fate has a plan for me, and that plan is currently sitting next to me. He’s turning my Land Rover into the parking lot of Casa Lusso, the most luxurious hotel in Covington.

“We’re staying here?” I gasp, looking up at the impressive architecture.

I’ve passed by this hotel more times than I can count, always wondering what it looked like on the inside. I never imagined staying here. Shana, Madison, and I used to joke about living in a place like this once we became rich and famous. That’s all we used to talk about before we hit our goth phase and stopped caring about all that.

“Saul recommended it,” he replies. “I got us a penthouse suite.”

“Oh jeez, I thought you just meant we were getting a room,” I say.

“Hotel rooms are small. I need enough space to move around without feeling cramped.”

I look at his massive shoulders and then back at the hotel. “Right. Wouldn’t want you to get stuck between the bed and the dresser.”

“Exactly,” he chuckles.

“You know normal people don’t need a penthouse because they’re too large for standard architecture, right?” I ask, still unsure how my mate will react to gentle teasing.

“I’m not like normal people,” he growls. “Not. At. All.”

Nope. He definitely isn’t. My mate is a wolf shifter, and I still haven’t seen his wolf. I’m sure that is more terrifying than he is as a human. Human? Is that the right thing to say? Or maybe I’ll think it’s hot. I’m such a mess right now I’m surprised I know which way is up. I’m thinking about druids, goddesses, magic, and everything in between while also being excited about a new wardrobe.

The valet steps forward when Victor parks, but he pauses slightly when Victor gets out. I don’t blame him. Victor looks like the kind of man who might hand over the keys or bite through someone’s arm, and it’s probably impossible to know which one until it’s already happening.

“Careful with it,” Victor growls, handing him the keys.

“Um, yes, yessir,” the valet says quickly, glancing at me.

I get out before Victor can come around and open my door, mostly because I’m still trying to prove to myself that my legs work without him controlling every step I take. He notices, of course. His dark gaze moves over me, and I feel like he can see every nervous thought fluttering under my skin.

Maybe he can. I don’t even know what wolf shifters can do other than turn into wolves and lick my womb.

“You don’t have to look so worried,” he says, walking around the SUV.

“I’m not worried,” I say truthfully. Nervous, sure. A little terrified, absolutely. But the worry that has hung around my neck like an albatross is gone. “I’m just still processing everything. It’s a lot to take in. You’re a lot to take in.”

He glances at the apex of my thighs and my core twitches. “Yeah, because you’re so fucking tight.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I groan. “I’m standing in front of a hotel where the lobby probably costs more than Frank’s diner. I just got a new wardrobe. I still don’t understand half of what you were talking about with Ingrid and Saul at the restaurant. I’m allowed to look a little overwhelmed.”

Victor’s hand settles at the small of my back, warm and possessive, guiding me toward the entrance. “Let’s go inside, relax, have a drink, and then we can talk. Even though talking is the last thing on my mind after your fashion show. And it’s not over yet.”

“Not over yet? What do you mean?” I glance at him nervously.