Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

Chapter 766 It's Illegal to Kill Your Husband

Hayley's POV:

Truman stepped forward until he was standing right in front of me. He lowered his head slightly and said, "Ms. Carson, it looks like I've helped you again. Let me think-how many times is that now? Have you figured out how you're going to repay me?"

"Not going to," I replied flatly. "You did it of your own free will. I never asked for your help."

The man standing nearby seemed to realize we knew each other, and his face paled in an instant. He didn't even dare breathe too loudly.

Taking advantage of the moment, he silently picked up the coat on his chair and began inching toward the door, moving like a sideways crab-one slow shuffle at a time.

"Stop right there!"

Truman, just as quick as I was, caught the man's movement and barked the command. Then he slowly turned around.

"You think you can just walk out like nothing happened after saying things you shouldn't have?"

Melody walked in at that moment, clearly sensing the tension in the air. She hurried over, her expression grave as she warned, "This isn't our territory, and it's definitely not Grimmoon Pack. Don't stir up trouble here."

"Oh, Melody, you've got it all wrong," Truman said, all innocent charm. "I'm not the type to bully the weak. If you're wondering why I'm like this, maybe you should ask him." -

He tilted his chin toward the man cowering against the wall.

before walking over

"he's got

mouth to say it was fine, but Melody cut

burst

really was something else. This woman was

apologize?" The man gazed at her as if she had just gone

shrug. "But then he might feel the need to convince you himself. The last guy who tried his luck is probably still being picked clean by rogues outside-if they left any

man bowed, with his hands pressed together in a pleading

slapping himself across the face. "It was my mouth! I said something stupid- it's all on

he turned to me with a slight tilt of his head. "I'm not the

man said, swiveling his head toward me and bowing so fast it was almost a blur i was wrong, I swear! I won't ever do it again; please let me

my hand dismissively, not interested in bothering with him. "Get out of here. You're ruining my

Thank you!" He cried, instantly

was

form and bolting out

been eating at his table

the wind, terrified of being

stretched, completely ignoring Truman, and sank back

my seat.

I sat down than I felt a warm breath drift