Captured by the wolf mate

CHAPTER 5

There was no point in worrying about something that hadn’t happened yet, I decided.

Not while there was already so much other s**t to stress about.

“Don’t bite anyone,” I repeated, as I finished loading my cart. When I pushed the door open, I grabbed the handle and started towing the cart behind me.

His side brushed mine as I stepped out—and stopped along with me as we both halted when I saw who was in the hallway.

Threewhos, more particularly.

Three large, strong, powerful whos.

“Christian,” I blurted. “Hi. Wow. You never come down here.”

It was my boss, with both of his henchmen.

AKA bodyguards.

Shudder.

He was rich and powerful which yes, should’ve meant he didn’t need bodyguards. I assumed they were more of a status thing.

He stood also high and thin, with lovely amber eyes, spiky white-blond hair, and a chiseled jaw.

Not as chiseled as the werewolf gentlemen I had met in the forest, but always chiseled.

The guardians were scarier than he was, and logic told me they were presumably powerful, too.

Axel, of course, snarled at all of them.

I grabbed the wolf by the fur, though he wasn’t currently trying to get away from me.

Better safe than sorry.

“What the hell are you doing?” His eyes blazed. “In what universe is it alright to bring a work with you?”

He didn’t use my name, and honestly, I didn’t think he even knew it.

“The galaxy where he’s my fated mate, and both my pets and his possessiveness won’t let us be apart?” I attempted not to sound too overdaring, but dammit, I was cheeky.

And really, I was only there because I understood I had no additional choice.

The wolf had refused to bite me so he would turn back into his man form. My flames would transport me back to him—while burning me—if I tried to lock him in my apartment like I’d threatened.

We were trapped.

“You should have promptly quit your job and cleared out of your apartment when you discovered that you’d managed to lower your status even further by associating with the mutts,” Christian said in a low, cold voice.

The next moment happened way too quickly.

Axel lunged.

I felt Christian and his bodyguards tap into their fire—which could burn the werewolf, unlike mine—and reacted by throwing myself between my fated mate and my shitty boss.

Axel’s teeth cut through my throat.

There stood no distress, though.

None at all. But everything spun around me as I lurched forward and crashed into a huge, bare chest. Athletic arms wrapped around me and reduced me to the ground.

I heard breaking, too.

Shifting.

Axel had to be shifting.

Didn’t he?

My mind was too shocked, too dizzy, too dazed, to consider any alternatives.

“Back off,” Axel snarled at the men.

My eyes were closed, but there were still cracking noises.

Could he talk while he was shifting?

“What’s happening?” Christian demanded.

“She’s shifting.” A warm, large hand ran over my forehead.

Wait, what?

I wrestled with my eyelids, but couldn’t get them to lift.

“Just breathe, Morgan,” the werewolf said in a low voice. “Let your wolf take control.”

My wolf?

I couldn’t feel any fuckingwolf.

I tried to force my eyes open again, and this time, won the fight. They opened, and I stared up at the man fate had paired me with.

Shit, he was gorgeous.

It was so pretty that my chest almost hurt when I looked at him

I’d seen the picture of his younger self already but refused to let myself look too long.

Now that I was looking…

Damn.

Just damn.

“That’s it.” His hands stroked my head, but it felt different.

Like he wasn’t touching my skin.

I looked down at myself and yelped when I saw fur.

And paws.

Lunging to my feet, I jerked my head back and forth as I looked around the hallway.

A wolf.

I was a fuckingwolf.

How the hell was that possible?

“Why is she on fire?” one of Chrishien’s bodyguards asked, his voice low and uncertain.

“I think she’s a hybrid.” Axel’s gaze was intense, and he held a hand out toward me. “Come here.”

I shook my head in a no, quickly.

Damn quickly.

What had that pretty bastard turned me into?

I’d been fine with the wolf-mate thing. Or at least dealing with it.

But then he’d changed me.

And I wasn’t fine with that.

What would I do?

Where would I go?

How would I take care of Iris?

“Gather her things and get her out of the building within the next hour,” Christian said coldly. “I’m not dealing with the council when they hear about this.”

He and his bodyguards turned to leave, but Axel grabbed my boss—or ex-boss—by the expensive t-shirt. All of the men were tall, but Axel had at least a few inches and a hundred pounds of pure muscle on the demon.

The bodyguards were about the same size as my mate, though.

“Get me someone who can fireproof a house,” he growled at the other man. “Or I’ll bring the rest of my pack into this f*****g nightclub and make sure the whole city knows that it’s overrun with wolves.”

Fury blazed in the demon’s eyes, and he caught fire.

Axel released him and stepped back, maintaining eye contact even as my boss’s clothing burned to ashes, leaving him naked.

My gaze dipped to Axel’s backside, and my eyes widened.

My boss was just as naked as my mate.

I tried not to stare at the ass of the gorgeous man fate had paired me with, but damn.

Who looked like that?

All tight, curvy backside with chiseled muscles?

Not me, that was for sure.

“Egan,” Chrishien said in a clipped voice. “Fireproof the bastard’s home and return quickly.”

One of the bodyguards scowled but nodded.

Axel turned back to me. His eyes were red, like his wolf’s.

Instinct told me to step back.

I didn’t know him, after all.

I didn’t even know myself anymore, given that I was now sporting.

“Walk at my side,” the red-eyed werewolf told me. “Or I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way.