Chapter 13

He almost fell getting out of the SUV, her smile was blinding and the hardness in his jeans was making it difficult to think. But the second he did manage to exit the vehicle, Weylin snarled.

The scent of urine and feces, filth and degradation surrounded them. He wanted to claim Gwendolyn as his own, but not there. Not in that awful place. He got back in the car and started the thing.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.

“Need you somewhere safe. Gwen. Need to take you to my den,” he growled, more Wolf than man.

She nodded, but he could scent the shame coming from her. Fuck. He was being a dick, and that was the last thing he wanted. He stopped the car at a red light, grabbed her hand, and kissed her palm.

“I’m sorry I know that place—” she started.

“Don’t you dare apologize. Brave, hardworking, loyal, humble woman. You steal my breath with your strength.”

“I thought maybe you were ashamed,” she whispered, and he heard her gasp, the soft sound breaking his heart.