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your safety, yourself.” His voice cracked.
    “Oh, fuck.” He buried his face in her back, bathing her scars with tears he’d never admit to shedding. She lay under him, her small body shuddering with silent sobs, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He wasn’t worthy of her, he wouldn’t ever be worthy of her, but he’d dedicate his life trying to prove himself.

Chapter Four
     
    Three nights later, North split his attention between the Lair’s long line of leather-clad patrons and Ember’s even longer legs, her curvy calves fueling his fantasies, her bare skin tanned and delightfully lickable. Killer, that lucky dog, sniffed at her sexy black stilettos as she talked to a gold-wearing dominatrix waiting in the line. The other security wolves hovered around them, staring blatantly at his oblivious mate.
    “Don’t you have work to do?” North snarled, barely suppressing his urge to sling Ember over his shoulder and take her far away from their lust-filled eyes.
    “Yeah.” Bruiser grinned, his ice blue eyes vivid in his dark face. He folded his big arms and braced his feet apart, signaling that he didn’t plan to go anywhere. “So your vow of abstinence has been broken?” He nodded toward Ember. “It must be. She has your stench all over her.” He grinned.
    Ember’s head rose. She caught North’s gaze, and her skin turned a delightful pink.
    “She can hear you, you fool,” North muttered. “She’s wolf.” Although he hadn’t seen her in wolf form since their separation -- Ember refused to shift while he was present. Doesn’t she trust me ? He scowled, not liking that she hid that part of her from him.
    “She’s a hot wolf,” one of the other wolves called out.
    “She’s my wolf,” North growled. “Keep your comments and your paws to yourself.”
    The wolves laughed, not taking him serious.
    They should. He was deadly serious.
    North’s mood lightened as Ember returned to his side, her hips rolling seductively, her skirt lethally short. He sniffed the night air, smelling hot, aroused female, and his cock hardened. “Are you hungry, beautiful?”
    He was. His gaze dropped to her chest, and he licked his lips, yearning for a taste of the tightened nipples poking against the soft silk of her black blouse.
    The wolves sniggered, and Ember’s color deepened to a dark crimson. “Killer needs a nature break.” The dog yipped, looking up at him with big brown eyes.
    North pulled Ember close, her curves smacking against his muscles. “And I need you.” A quickie in a back alley would take the edge off his need.
    Bruiser made a choking noise, and the wolves jostled each other, poking elbows in ribs. North leveled a hard look on them. “Someday you’ll meet your mates,” he warned.
    “God. I hope not,” Bruiser drawled. “I like my balls where they are.” The wolves chuckled.
    “Fools.” North rolled his eyes. Was I ever that arrogant ? “Bruiser, you’re in charge. Try not to fuck up.” He took Ember’s hand and led her into the labyrinth of dimly lit back streets and alleyways, away from the noise and the party crowd. Killer limped ahead of them, investigating every piece of paper or rock in their path. “Sorry about that.”
    “No need to be sorry.” Ember smiled up at him, her expression carefree and confident, and North’s heart flipped. That’s my girl . “I’m glad you have a pack.”
    He laced his fingers between hers, linking them together. “You’re my pack.” She was the only pack that mattered. “You --”
    “Not officially.” A big shifter stepped out of the shadows, a long black leather coat swirling around his legs. Killer whimpered in fear and backed between North’s boots.
    “Officially you’re still part of our pack, stray.” A deep, stark-white scar carved through the massive male’s stubble-covered cheek from his eye to his chin.
    Shit . He’d recognize that ugly face anywhere. Kobe, the enforcer, that mean son-of-a-bitch. North pushed Ember