Chapter 50

apter 50 (4 “It’s amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.” (“) Rupert Everett

The enraged expression on Griffin’s face was one I’d seen a few times— namely, when he had forced me to talk about

my romantic past with Aiden.

Sitting at the dinner table together, he looked every bit as territorial and possessive as he’d been that day. And the boy,

the one who’d barely even glanced at my cleavage, was shaking in his boots—literally. He didn’t dare make eye contact with Griffin or I, but his hands were shaking so bad that I thought he might spill the water. He knew he’d made a mistake.

An even smaller mistake than that kitchen girl had. If she’s allowed to throw herself at Griffin and walk out of here without a scratch, so should this kid. He wasn’t even intentionally hitting on me.

Just as | thought Griffin might make some sort of move, I placed my hand over his forearm. He was warm to the touch,

like his jealousy had actually boiled over.

“Sweetheart,” I said, trying not to cringe at the sound of the endearment out of my mouth. I wasn’t practiced with the pet

names.

“Are you okay?” Given my limited romantic history, I wasn’t great with that sort of affection, but if there was ever a time

to try, now seemed like a good choice. Maybe appealing to Griffin—and the mate bond— could help the boy walk out of

the room alive.

The endearment had the intended effect. I watched Griffin’s eyes immediately slide to mine, surprised. He hadn’t

expected it from me.

Fortunately, in the few seconds I’d managed to redirect his attention, the kitchen boy was able to slip out of the dining

room, unscathed.

I let out a breath. At least he was able to get away. The last thing I wanted was to see another head roll on the floor,

that he wouldn’t come back and Griffin wouldn’t hunt him

would forget once his initial anger

practically snarled the words, entangling his hand with mine. Even though the kitchen

Griffin was still on

this is the part where I royally

more logical, I would’ve continued to soothe Griffin until his jealousy was sated. Touched

it wasn’t a big deal and that I was all his. I’m

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I did though.

perfect

minutes ago.

him, trying to keep

voice.

saying the exact same thing I’d said to him. It felt like

it feel to be teased

no longer keep the mockery out of my tone. It was

said to me about the kitchen girl, and by the way that Griffin narrowed his eyes at me, he knew I was

him.

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He was warning me, I could tell. But

he hadn’t said to me! He wasn’t the only

realized that pissing off a werewolf that’s already in a possessive mood might not be

sent a thrill through me. There was

to get

this isn’t a bear. This is an angry wolf

have nothing to worry about,” I echoed his

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he definitely knew I was mocking

everything inside me not to bend you over this

you really want to end

gleam in Griffin’s

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