Max was in the compound boss, Landon’s, office. Her scent was strong and the need to find her ingrained into Steele’s soul. Like a compass attuned to true north, he ignored the chaos erupting in the warehouses behind him and made a beeline to where his mate was being held.
The first warning he got that there was a problem was the roar. Heart pounding, he took the stairs up to Landon’s office two at a time. Even barefoot as he was, the door didn’t stand up to his savage kick.
It exploded inward, just in time for him to see a big human stand with a roar and throw Max across the room. She hit the wall with a sickening thud and slid down it to land on a couch, moaning softly.
Fury hit Steele like a tidal wave, washing away anything else but the need to lash out at the male who had hurt his
