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AMBER
Dante was about six feet, give or take, and his eyes were almost green up close.
The same gold that spilled into the ones that had gazed at me from the wolf’s eyes swirled with the green hues, and I knew.
I didn't imagine it.
This guy is a werewolf.
I’d heard whispers about the mysterious Seven clan that lived out in the woods. No one ever saw them, and no one dared venture in.
Yet here I was, in a flat above a gym with one.
Glancing around, I can’t help but wonder if the rumors are true.
If they are indeed millionaires, then why was this one living in such a basic flat? There was a battered sofa pushed up against one wall, none of the windows I’d seen had curtains, and the floor was…ripped.
Dante gazed out of the window, his breathing warming the glass in clouds of smoke.
“Thank you,” I said, as his head whipped around to mine, his eyes burning with confusion.
“What for?”
“We both know what those guys wanted to do,” I said, dropping my head with anger and shame.
“Why were you out with them?” Dante grunted, turning his attention back to the window.
“I didn’t know them!” I frowned, perching on the edge of the sofa. “I don’t live here.”
“What?”
“I’m here for work,” I yawned. “I’m staying at a motel, and I think they are too. Or they live near it? God, maybe they run it,” I half whispered, realising I had to go back and face them either way.
My equipment was there, plus my clothes and my train tickets home.
“They’re at your motel?” Dante demanded, twisting to fix me with his stern glare.
“Yes, but if you drop me at the door—“
“You can stay here. I’ll take you back in the morning. Take the bed, I’ll sleep on that.”
He nodded at the sofa, his shoulders sagging as he exhaled , rubbing the bridge of his nose with annoyance. He muttered something to himself, and I couldn’t help but ask him for the countless time tonight.
“Are you—“
“Stop asking me if I’m alright, Amber,” Dante growled, his muscles tensing in his back as he stretched, resting his hands on the top of the window.
My stomach clenched, and a pool of desire shot through me as I stared at his muscular body rippling beneath his clothes.
Clothes that I wouldn’t mind seeing on the floor—
“Well you don’t look alright,” I said, as he suddenly slammed me to the sofa, his arms pinning me down as his eyes glowed.
“Don’t think of me in that way,” he commanded, as my eyes fell to his lips, my breathing coming out in gasps. “Stop it. You know why.”
How did he know?!
“Because you’re a wolf?” I dared to breathe.
An amused smile played at his lips as he swept his gaze over me.
“Because I’m a man.”
“I can’t help my thoughts!”
“You are in more danger right now that you were with those three men combined, Amber. You saw what I am.”
I could barely breathe.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I whispered.
His eyes softened, and he moved back, creating some much needed distance between me and my saviour.
“Go to bed, Amber.”
He pushed himself back to standing position, his gaze leaving mine.
I scrambled to my feet, heading for the bathroom with my purse swinging from my fingers. I closed the door, leaning against it and exhaling, convinced I was having a panic attack.
If those men would’ve touched me…I shook my head, tugging out my phone to see a large crack across the screen.
“s**t!”
I took care of my business, then tugged open the door to see the room empty. I hesitated, stepping out slowly when Dante appeared in his bedroom doorway, holding some pillows and a blanket.
“Just grabbing these,” he muttered, motioning towards the battered sofa.
“Okay,” I said, staring openly at his bare chest.
“Amber, do you do this with all men you’ve just met?” Dante sighed, throwing the pillow onto the sofa. “Undress them with your eyes?”
“No,” I snapped, my cheeks flushing. “I’m going to bed.”
“Sweet dreams,” Dante called after me.
I shut the door behind me, leaning against it as I sighed.
So what if he was a werewolf?
Some people believed in ghosts, and even Bigfoot.
You saw him change into a human.
A naked human.
I cringed at the memory of what he must’ve thought of me.
I climbed into his icy cold bed, shivering despite his oversized hoody and thin sheet.
It was freezing in here, my breath coming out in visible puffs as I hugged the blanket to me.
I fell into a restless sleep, and my dreams weren’t sweet.
They were a rerun of the day, focusing mainly on the three bastards who tried to attack me.
Stop fighting me, b***h!
Come on baby, I’ll give you an exclusive…
“Please, no…”
Smack!
Golden eyes, flecked with green, the warm fur that I clung to desperately. The comforting breath fanning my cheek as he licked my wounds…
But the men came back, killing the wolf…
“Amber!” Strong arms circled me, as I thrashed out, a scream leaving my throat I didn’t realise was coming from me until I heard it.
Golden green eyes studied me intently, my breath coming out in ragged gasps as I threw myself at him.
“You’re okay,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him, climbing into his lap. “You’re okay.”
Dante stiffened, before patting my back like an elderly nan. “I’m okay. Can you let go?”
I released him as he winced, and I realised my hair was stuck to my face with sweat.
Attractive.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped. “For waking you.”
I fell back to the bed as he watched me, and I realised I was still gripping his hand.
“Can you stay with me?” I whispered, scrunching my eyes up in case he said no.
More than anything, I wanted the wolf to comfort me.
His wolf.
“No,” Dante said faintly. “I can’t. You’re safe, Amber. Get back to sleep.”
I nodded, allowing the tears to release silently into the pillow when he moved away.
I didn’t know this man.
But I felt like I knew his wolf.
My protector.
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