Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Thirty-Three: He’s mine

Chapter Thirty-Three: He’s mine

Tillie

Gideon retreated into the treeline and it was like he disappeared. I wasn’t sure how he had done it, I just hoped that he stayed safe with whatever was out there. The thought of something hurting him wasn’t a thought that I wanted to have.

It was strange, I knew he was a shifter, yet I wanted to protect him. It felt like I needed to, there was just something about the way that he had looked at me that made me feel like the hard parts inside of me were melting.

“Tillie.” Jason called out and I turned away from the path that led into the forest, looking at Jason, Ryan, and Travis. I could feel something inside of me that almost burned with rage and I knew that it wasn’t my emotions. It was something that they were feeling at seeing Gideon near me. At seeing him touching me.

I looked between each of them, Jason Strode towards me. His face colored with worry more than anything else. His grey eyes were dark with his wolf but his control was firmly in place. His pressed white shirt looked crisp with his charcoal gray slacks. The rings on his fingers and the thin chain around his neck glittered in the gray morning light. I didn’t know how he did it, but there was just something about him that always looked so put together, even when we had been at the club and he had ordered me to ride him with my hands tied behind my back. Even after he had made me feel like I was losing control of everything with the way he kept me on edge.

Maybe it was because he was the alpha and that was just part of it? I didn’t know but I liked the way that he looked right now. I wanted to go to him, to tell him how I had felt when Gideon had touched me.

to be mine and I hoped that he could understand that. But I had the feeling that he and the others wouldn’t

little to lighten the anger that burned through him so hot it felt like it would burn

of dark midnight-colored fur. It was like his skin was

closer that he took. What was he thinking that had him so riled up and ready

or had it been because another man was touching what he thought of

eyes locked onto the path behind me. His dark hair was slicked back from his face and he wore jeans and a black concert t-shirt. There was something dangerous in the way that he moved his footsteps barely making a sound as he came closer to me. His dark

said, lifting my hand up towards him as he got

at me, his lips pulling back from

but I couldn’t let them

his body hard against mine as he tried to

in a hard line before he spoke. “Matilda, you are cute when you try to get all snarly with me but I’m not playing with you right now. Get out

flew to the others and I shot them all a pointed look. “None

will listen to me on this.” I all but shouted at them, so many emotions were spilling out of me but

it came to them. My anger at