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“She shouldn’t have touched you,” she grumbles.

“Or offered the blow job,” I add.

I get another nod and it makes me wonder, “If I accept you as my fated mate...will you still kill anyone who touches me or so much as flirts?”

She studies her feet, but I still catch the wince before she shrugs.

“Lea, give me your eyes,” I rumble.

Her head whips up. “Lea? Nobody calls me Lea.”

I like this little fact, and shortening her name simply happened.

I take a step closer. “Good girl. Now, flipping your shit and turning people into red mist needs to stop, understood?”

Her cherry-colored lips part and her cheeks turn pink when she whispers, “I’ve always felt jealousy from others, but never in my entire life have I felt it burn this hot through my veins before today.”

“It’s a fated mate thing I assume.” Another step in her direction.

I’m so damn drawn to her scent.

“Probably,” she murmurs and the tip of her tongue peeks out to lick her bottom lip.

Reaching out, I cup the back of her neck and pull her close. “No more killing for now, okay?”

“I’ll try,” she breathes and I can feel her pulse under my palm.

“This thing between us is inevitable,” I murmur.

To my surprise she abruptly pulls away and steps back.

“We can’t,” she firmly states and shakes her head. “My father...he wants to chain a hellhound to his services. An alpha hellhound. I didn’t even know there was such a thing, but I saw you shift and he says an alpha has three heads and you have three, and...so, we can’t. Besides, the no killing rule you threw at me would be thrown into the wind as well because I’d have to kill my sister. She still wants you and is pretty damn pissed you returned father’s coins in time. So, nope. We can’t do this...or we can and I can never go home again. Which also isn’t an option. My father would come for me. He has a pack of werewolves handling security, and even though I flew here they might still be able to track...could they? Shit. I’m so stupid. My sister is right to call me stupid. We can’t. I have to go. Make that warlock drop his magic. I need to leave to keep you safe.”

What the ever-loving-fuck is she rattling on about?

CHAPTER SIX

– AZALEA –

He’s staring at me as if I’ve lost my sanity. To be honest? After the word-vomit I pulled just now? I’d have to agree with him.

Karev takes a few steps back, opens the door and bellows, “Prez, Shock, Tritan, Levan. Got a sec?”

Four guys walk inside and Karev shuts the door again.

“Take a seat, cookie, and slowly start to explain from the start,” Karev says and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

Such massive, muscled forearms. He has tattoos on one arm, and I wonder if he has more.

“Maybe you should step outside so she can focus.” Levan chuckles and I narrow my eyes. “Don’t give me that look. I was being nice. I can feel you took some of the jealous rage I felt inside me. It’s been there for days, and then you show up, point shit out, and for the first time in a while I can see things clearly because I feel at ease instead of on edge.”

Jealousy is something I easily pick up on. I have the ability to feed on it to diffuse a situation. In return it gives me a monumental boost. It’s a different thing if I feel jealous myself, then it heightens my powers.

With Levan I felt the need to drain it from him, and it’s why I shrug and mutter, “You’re welcome.”

My attention turns to Karev and this time I focus on his face, and the situation at hand. “I don’t know the exact details, because no one tells me anything. What I mentioned are the things I’ve seen and what my sister, Annetta, just told me.”

“Then give us the information you know and we’ll go from there,” Sevrin says.