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.

meant to be mine and I hoped that

His hair fell in wild curls around his face. Streaks of blue and green peeked out beneath the dark strands, but they did little to lighten the anger that burned through him so hot it felt like it would burn me

I caught glimpses of dark

to ripple and shift with every step closer that he took. What was he thinking that

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

face and he wore jeans and a black concert t-shirt. There was something dangerous in the way that he moved his footsteps

I said, lifting my hand up towards him as he got closer. “Travis,

into his path, blocking him from going after Gideon. He looked down at me, his lips pulling back from his teeth. I rested my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating fast beneath my

but I couldn’t let them go

my way.” He snarled, his body hard

his lips pressed together in a hard line before he spoke. “Matilda, you are cute when you try

and I shot them all a pointed look. “None of you are.” “Tillie,

me on this.” I all but shouted

own. My anger at not having a choice when it came to them.