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Where are your damn pants?
Max slammed an apron against my chest. "Dammit Wyatt, she doesn't know about us." Warning bells went off in my mind at his words.
A male bartender approached my mate, and my beast roared to attention. I wrapped the tiny apron around my waist, not caring about my bare a*s mooning the entire bar. Stepping between him and my female, I let a deep rumble form in my chest, the growl a warning to any male daring to get near her.
"What don't I know about you?" Her voice increased in pitch. "Emmet? Tell me what the hell you dragged me into this time!"
The bartender tried to push past me, but I wrapped my fist in his shirt and snarled, "I don't care if you're human, you're not getting near her."
"I don't care if you are a shifter, you have no right to walk up to Ka
