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SIMON

Intriguing little defective female. Even now as she ran, I reined in my wolf’s instinctive urge to chase. He’d never been curious about a female. I became still as a stone. Could she . . .

I inhaled to take in more of her faint honey scent. Nothing. No earth-shattering realization. The world didn’t stop moving, or whatever bullshit I’d heard from werewolves that found their true mate. I shook my head. A clear indication that I only wanted to fuck her.

The sweet dip of her waist led to wide hips and thick thighs.

She obviously tried to hide her body under the too-big shirt. A familiar coiling scent of raspberries burned my nose.

“What are you looking at?” I expected the question. Beaumont’s little sister was fucking annoying, flinching and cringing at my presence.

I only grunted.

“Where are you going?” she shouted. I ignored her, making my way to the right wing hall where my pack stayed. Entering the fifth door, I locked it behind me. The defective female wanted my cock, but I preferred my females experienced, not blushing and innocent.

I kicked off my dirt-crusted boots and sprawled on the bed. Casing Beaumont’s land took it out of me. But I would know every inch of this place before I set my plan in motion and killed every fucking Beaumont Pack member that did not bow to me.

Moving along with my plan was a need at this point. Amber, a Beaumont Pack female, verged on pissing me off to the point that I’d snap her neck. She was lucky I still needed her to enact my plans. One I’d set into play soon.

Beaumont would take my younger sister as a chosen mate. I still hadn’t decided whether to attack before the claiming, or after. It would depend on what Hester wanted. After waiting and biding my time to fuck him over, the time had come.

With a grunt, I rolled to my side and reached for one of my beers on the floor. Taking a swig, I patted my pocket for my cell phone to peruse the fuckton of images and texts on my phone. To see what Amber would respond to my last message.

I slammed back the beer and set it on the nightstand next to the collection of empty bottles. It was getting excessive, but I refused to have any of Beaumont’s pack around to clean up my shit. I didn’t trust any of those fucks.

I patted my other pocket. Where was my phone? I pushed to my feet. All my plans would be obliterated if someone discovered the messages on the device. It must have fallen out where I’d left my clothes in that bush before shifting into a wolf. Yanking all my clothes off and tossing them on the bed, I slammed the bedroom door shut.

A female sitting on the couch watched me with wide eyes. There was no fucking privacy in this damn pack, and experiencing this reinforced my decision in having my own place.

As soon as I was through the front door, I shifted. Bones popped and my skin stretched as fur erupted from my flesh. My wolf rushed forward.

One of my pack enforcers approached. I snapped my teeth at him, and he backed up. He was tasked with telling me who arrived, so he was likely seeking me out to tell me about the innocent, teary female.