“Masen, people are watching,” I say a little louder. He growls but still doesn’t stop. I don’t think he’s even listening to me. I grab what I can of his hair and tug it back, pulling him from my neck.

He hisses but not in pain as his eyes pop open. “I need you,” he rumbles, turning and pushing me against the wall.

“Masen! There are people watching.” I nod my head to the two men standing even closer than they were. He straightens to his full height before turning his body, seeming to have grown. His protective, possessive nature causes him to growl viciously.

Now that I’m no longer in a fog of lust, it’s clear they’re both shifters. His big body backs me even closer to the wall, shielding me from their curious stares. “What are you doing?” His voice is quiet and grim.

Both of the men look at Masen in obvious fear but stand their ground. “The Alpha is looking for his Mate. He’s not going to be happy you have her.”

Masen’s head tilts. “Alpha? His Mate?” he questions like he can’t understand what they’re saying. “I AM THE ALPHA! She is MINE!” He booms, his voice holding an air of authority I’ve never heard. They step back, clearly caught off guard by his aggression. “Where is he, your alpha?” he spits.

Both men are slowly backing away. Their hands held up in a placating manner. I can feel their fear. “Don’t take another step if you want to keep breathing.” They freeze. “Little One, pull my phone out of my pocket and call Michael. Tell him to bring a car, we have some... guests returning with us.” Both men pale and shake visibly. “I really only need one of you. I’m being very generous allowing you both to live. If you move, I will kill you where you stand. If you cooperate, I will more than likely let you live.”

The violence in the air is palpable, we all know he is capable of what he says. I bring my hand around to his front left pocket and retrieve his phone. I hit the button to dial Michael, and he answers on the second ring.

“Alpha.”

“Michael, it’s me. We are at the mall in Marshall. Masen wants you to bring a car around, we have guests returning with us.”

“Are you safe, Luna?” I can hear noise in the background as he rushes around.

“Yes Michael, I’m fine. I think you should hurry though. I think he’s trying very hard not to kill them.” A satisfied hum comes from Masen like just the thought makes him happy.

“Shit, try not to kill them, Mase. Can you hear me? We need information,” Michael says through the phone. Masen’s chest rumbles, but he doesn’t respond.

“Ah you better hurry, they look like they might try to bolt, and if they run, they will die.”

“Luna, I’m coming. No matter what happens, stay safe and near Mase.” The line clicks as he hangs up. I keep the phone in my hand and rub Masen’s wide back with my other.