Chapters (32)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- To My Readers
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“She just said you should thank your lucky stars for her.” Ian slapped Donovan’s arm. “You. The great Donovan, one of the Seven, Alpha of the Irish pack.”
If I had more of an ego, I probably would’ve been insulted by that, but it was the truth. I had no idea why Donovan wanted me. It blew my mind. But that didn’t mean I was going to let Ian get away with talking down to me.
“Hey! Clearly, you don’t know me well enough yet to know that I’m pretty amazing. I slay demons with one hand and rip the decayed hearts out of vamps with the other, all while keeping up some damned witty repartee.” I looked him up and down. “I’d be happy to show you how I could take you down.”
He was a fourth. On my own, I could maybe do it. And if I pulled power from Donovan, no contest.
Donovan closed the distance between us, and I stopped walking. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and I couldn’t help but grin at him. His arms wrapped around my middle, and I had a moment to melt before he picked me up and threw me down the hall.
I tucked my legs, flipping twice, before landing on my feet.
I raised my arms in the air, giving my best gymnast impression. “Thank you. Thank you very much. I’ll be here all week.”
“I thought she was going to hit the fecking wall.” Ian had frozen in his tracks. “You warned her through the bond?”
Donovan shook his head. “She’s had more training in her eighteen years than most wolves have in their entire lives. Her four brothers made sure of it. Trust me. I’m not the first person who’s thrown her across a room in the last day or so.”
I remembered slamming into the media room wall. “Very true. Max did toss me…” God. Was that only two days ago? “And that time I did hit the wall. And then Micah did, too. But this time there was more room. That got my blood pumping and I’m not feeling quite so wolfy.”
“You’re welcome.” Donovan closed the distance between us. “See? I take care of my mate, Ian,” he said without looking away from me. “And I do thank my lucky fecking stars.”
I pressed my lips to his. “As you should.”