Page 14 of Touched By Moonlight

Chapter 4

GRAYSON

Ihate fights.Not because I can’t win, but because they’re a waste of time and energy. Fighting isn’t the reason I came toCrossroads.

I’m here for her. Sienna. She’s the one I want. Dante stood in myway.

Two alpha weres squaring off for a smack down was not how I anticipated spending my night. Evenly matched, but I sensed I could win. Because I knew something out there was coming, and I knew what itwas.

Dante did not and it made himafraid.

Fear weakens analpha.

I’ve learned this the hard way. Never showfear.

Fortunately, a squeak came from the tiny portion of my brain ruled by common sense when my testosterone rises and the pursuit of a female pushes aside allelse.

Dante’s bar. Dante’s turf. He’s going alphaprotective.

The other shifters thought I was an alpha werewolf and it was an even match. They didn’t know about mysecret.

The dark side I’d kept hidden from other shifters, except my trusted betas. Even my own pack didn’t know what I truly was, and the mixed blood that hauntedme.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nicolas and Stephan stand. Not coming over to assist, just waiting and watching. They would not interfere. Not unless I signaled tothem.

Instead of responding to Dante’s growl, I turned to Sienna. “Am I hurtingyou?”

If I was, then I’d have dropped her hand instantly. I was there to protect her and keep her safe, not scareher.

Sienna shook her head. “I’m okay. But he’s going to turn you into shredded taco meat in a minute if you don’t release me. Please. I really am not into the sight of blood on my bar. Especially after I’ve just wiped itdown.”

Grinning, I lifted her hand and brushed my mouth against her knuckles. I like the scent of sex and desire coming off her, and the way her fingers trembled with anticipation. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I can handlemyself.”

“We’ll see about that.” Dante growledagain.

Sienna pulled her hand away. “Terrific. Not only is this a terrible night for tips, now I have two alphas going macho over me and I’ll have to clean up themess.”

She turned to Cass. “Better fetch the mop and bucket now. Bleach, too. Blood ismessy.”

I laughed. Maybe it was such a shocking sound that Dante’s growl ceased. He stared at me. They alldid.

I didn’t care. My gaze centered on Sienna. So lovely, with her waterfall of dark hair now pulled back into a ponytail, held by a turquoise clip. Her gaze was direct and her figurelush.

The curves, her green eyes and enticing lushness was not fake. Her hair was, though. Hair dye to cover her white-gold locks hid the real SiennaMcClair.

That wasn’t even her real name. I knew, because soon as I caught her scent six weeks ago, when I came here out of sheer boredom, I knew what she was. What she is desperately trying tohide.

What we had shared in ourdreams.

And I’ve been visiting the bar since, trying to work out a way to coax her back to mypack.

We needher.

I’m not a subtle guy, with charm like Dante. I’m more a bulldozer. When I see a woman I want, I’m ruthless in pursuing her until she is caught. Later, when she’s purring with satisfaction in my bed, languid after the dozen orgasms I’ve delivered, she forgives my assholeside.

And ever since my dreams became much clearer to me a year ago, I have ceased sleeping with other women. Others hold no interest forme.

OnlySienna.