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“Great job so far.” Ella crossed her arms. “And he has no right. I’m a freesinglewoman.”

No.

She.

Wasn’t.

He tugged her arm and led her away despite the two males still being able to hear.

“Ella. Jesus. At any goddamn time a guy like that could discover you’re a vampire. You saw his reaction before I wiped his memory. Do not go out at night by yourself.” He hissed. “I’m just trying to protect you.”

Partly true.

He’d paced the fucking castle knowing she was on a date and had almost gone insane.

“I’m not powerless.” Ella glanced away.

He took the opportunity to dip his gaze and take in the black skinny jeans and silk top she wore. It dipped between her breasts and didn’t take much calculation to realize she was not wearing a bra.

Fuck me.

When she caught him, she tugged the oversized fuchsia blazer around her and pushed her lips out defiantly. So fucking sexy. Her brunette locks were blown out and flowed over her shoulders. Her lids smokey, lashes long, and lips thick with gloss.

Mack would’ve driven faster if he’d known she was dressed to kill tonight.

Kill as in fuck.

If that wasn’t clear.

What the hell was she thinking after he’d kissed her like she was the only woman on the planet last night.?

Sure, he’d had to stop it progressing to anything more, but it was damn obvious she’d taken no time at all to bounce back and look for someone else to...scratch her fucking itch.

Not happening.

He’d made a concerted effort for years to intervene with her and other males, and he wasn’t stopping now. As successful as some of his sabotages had been, Mack was well aware Ella had lost her virginity.

He’d not slept that night.

Or the night after.

His father reminded him it was for the best when he found him at the shooting range three nights later obliterating the target. The thing was in shreds, hanging off the pole.

Had he been wrong?

His mother had asked him time and time again why he wasn’t bonding with Ella.

“You don’t know that she’s my mate.”

“Only you know that, darling, but it’s obvious to everyone around you. Tell me that I’m wrong.” His mom had said on his twenty-first birthday.

“I don’t know,” Mack had muttered.

“Okay. Just don’t hurt her.”

“I would never hurt Ella.” He’d snapped and when his mom had smiled knowingly, Mack had rolled his eyes.

Her trap hadn’t worked. He knew Ella was his, but he wasn’t telling any meddling females. His mom would be planning a mating ceremony and buying flowers before he could tell Ella himself.