My Woman

Emerging from the bathroom, Gavin expected to encounter a few things. An intruder with nefarious intentions. Maybe some screaming from Megan, because a normal woman would be frightened by not only someone kicking their door down and shooting but also the appearance of a living and, yes, viciously snarling Lycan.

What he didn’t expect was to find his mate expertly taking down a hired thug.

Naked.

Straddling a stranger’s chest, her forearm across the man’s throat, her boobs hanging practically in the guy’s face, Megan had things under control—but the guy under her had a much too intimate view.

That more than anything set Gavin off.

His woman was touching another man while not wearing a stitch of clothing. The fact that she did so to protect herself—with a skill Gavin would question later—didn’t matter.

Red, roaring jealousy infused him, followed by icy rage as the gunman, during her shocked moment of inattention, flung her away, causing her harm.

He hurt my woman!

Unacceptable. A civilized man wouldn’t stand for it, and for a wolf it was grounds for a serious assault. Gavin went after the bastard, ignoring, for the moment, the rules governing his kind—specifically, “thou shalt not let humans know about us.” He quite enjoyed smacking the thug around while carefully ensuring he didn’t accidentally kill him. After all, dead bodies required explanation, whereas thugs claiming a wolfman beat them up got tossed in the loony bin or put in rehab.

The satisfaction of hitting something somewhat mollified his jealousy and rage. He might even say he was having a grand ol’ time, too, hitting the bastard. That was until Gavin caught the sound of steps running away. While he showed Megan she could count on him to protect her, she escaped.

Dropping his blubbering victim, Gavin loped after her. He hit the hall and stopped. Which way did she go, down the stairs or toward the elevator? He sniffed and turned just in time to spot her in the elevator as the door shut. As for his demand she return? Yeah. She didn’t quite give him the middle finger salute. However, the are-you-kidding expression on her face said it all.

For a moment, he debated taking to the stairs and beating her to the ground floor. Then he looked down, noted his hairy, naked, wolfy frame, which, for the curious, was very anatomically correct—and large. Oh, and let’s not forget noticeable.

Only seconds before a curious hotel patron peeked in to the hall, Gavin ducked into his room and closed the door—but couldn’t quite latch it, given the splintered doorjamb.

The thug still inside lunged at Gavin. Stupid human. Gavin knocked him out and then leaned against the portal so he could furiously think. He needed to get to Megan, not only so he could explain but also to keep her safe. However, at the same time … 

I can’t go out like this. He’d draw a little too much attention. Not to mention he couldn’t leave the unconscious man here because eventually the intruder would awake. Gavin didn’t fear the idiot blabbing to the police. A thug like this wouldn’t go to the cops, and if he talked he’d soon see Gavin wasn’t the only Lycan he needed to fear. No, Gavin’s reasons for keeping the intruder weren’t to protect him but because he had questions.

Big questions. Such as, why was the guy sent to kill Megan? Did Fabian orchestrate the attempts? And more important … 

Who. Was. Megan?!

It didn’t take a genius like Gavin—he had the Mensa score to prove it—to realize she wasn’t the delicate secretary and little rabbit he’d taken her for. More like a vixen, wily and beautiful.

A vixen who ran, which called for a chase.

What fun.

Before he could sniff out her trail, he first needed to flip back into his human skin and locate some pants—and a tie, because anything less just wasn’t civilized.

Closing his eyes, he concentrated, willing his humanity to take charge again. For some reason, shedding his wolf exterior hurt a lot less than putting it on. He could almost hear the teasing thoughts of his wolf say, Because I’m tougher.

“Let’s see how tough you are if we get something waxed while we’re furry.”

On second thought, he’d probably never resort to that because even just the threat made him wince. Yet he faced down a thug wielding a gun without flinching. So sue him for being inconsistent. He’d defend himself and win.

Apparently, though, he’d lost the first round to his mate. “What happened to her accepting my wolf side?” he muttered as he washed the wound in his shoulder, which, luckily for him, had already stopped bleeding. While he didn’t heal instantly, he did enjoy quicker-than-human regeneration power. In a few days, the bullet hole would be nothing but a scar.

As he dressed, he pondered the recent events. More specifically what happened with Megan.

He’d claimed her last night. Marked her as his, even if he’d yet to tell her. Yet she still panicked when she encountered his beast. What happened to her accepting his wolf side? Were the rumors about mating wrong?

Only one way to find out, but that involved confronting her. A task that would prove easier if she’d not taken his keys

“Bloody fucking hell!” Before he could call for a ride, the busted hotel room door opened. Gavin didn’t bother to turn around.

A Lycan should never deign to acknowledge a feline as a threat. The one lesson of Fabian’s that Gavin remembered and adhered to—mostly to drive the arrogant cats he knew yeowly.

“Damn, Gavin. Another body?” Broderick sauntered in, only slightly flushed. He must have jumped in his car and raced all eight blocks from his place when Gavin abruptly ended their call, then, knowing his penchant for small places, jogged up the stairs. “One body you might explain to the cops, but two?”

“This one isn’t dead.”

“I thought the rule was don’t play with your food.”

“Ha. Ha. Aren’t you just a comedian?” was Gavin’s mocking reply. “The guy attacked us.”

“Because he obviously didn’t know what a stupid idea that was. Boy, did he choose the wrong room.”

“You don’t say, especially given it wasn’t my wolf who actually took him down but a certain little secretary.”

“Megan?” Broderick snorted. “She couldn’t hurt a fly.”

“And yet she pinned an almost-three-hundred-pound thug to the floor. Is there something about her that you’re not telling me?”

“No. Not quite. That is…”

The more Gavin fixed Broderick with a hard stare, the more the feline pretended disinterest in him. Instead, his friend crouched by the snoring thug and hoisted him onto a shoulder.

“Let’s get this fellow somewhere a little less likely to get a visit from the cops. I don’t think your antics went entirely unnoticed.”

Not so fast. “Spill what you know, or I am going to turn you into a bobtailed cat.”

“Not the tail! Don’t ever threaten the tail!” Broderick exclaimed. “Talk about sacrilege.”

“Talk and you won’t have to worry about it.”

“Swear you won’t freak.”

Not exactly promising words. Gavin arched a brow. “How about I promise not to kill you?”

Broderick pretended to think on it. “Fair enough. If you insist. Fabian asked me to ask you to defend Megan.”

“He what?”

“He’s also the one who put up the bail money, or so I hear.”

“How the hell is she connected to him?”

“I don’t know.”

Gavin growled, and Broderick, in the process of peeking in the hall for observers, took a second to peer back and say, “Seriously, dude. I don’t know. I’d never met her before I not-so-accidentally bumped into her.”

“And yet Fabian knew about her.” He lied to my face. Sly fucking wolf.

As Broderick jogged for the stairs, Gavin close behind, he said, “I really do think she’s innocent, though. I mean, look at everything that’s happened and the shit that is still happening. Somebody wants her out of the picture.”

Indeed. Someone did. And there was only one name Gavin could think of. Someone who probably wanted to cover his tracks.

Fabian.