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.

and I hoped that he could understand that. But I had the feeling that he

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 up from the inside. His eyes were locked onto the

way that a human’s skin didn’t move and I caught glimpses of dark midnight-colored fur. It was like his skin was contorting, trying to hold in

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

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

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

I said, lifting my hand up towards him as he

him from going after Gideon. He looked down at me,

couldn’t let them

body hard against mine as he tried to step

“Matilda, you are cute when you try to get all snarly with

the others and I shot them all a pointed look. “None of you

You guys will listen to me on this.” I all but

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