Bo still looked uninterested, leaning casually against the wall. “Don’t touch her. She goes willingly or not at all.”
Ben and Richard moved back.
I let out a loud sigh and stood up. “Fuck you, Ambrose.”
“Fuck you too, Madi.”
His voice was gravelly.
The tension in his shoulders told me he was going to have to fight like hell to keep himself from intervening.
All bets would be off the moment anyone touched me. He wouldn’t be able to stop considering me his immediately.
So, I strode out the door. My arm nearly brushed his chest, but I didn’t let it.
I was too worried that if I did, I wasn’t going to be able to walk away.
In front of the cabin, I found a tiny, half-shoveled path that led down a dirt road. A few shovels were sticking out of the wildly high snowbanks.
“The truck is down there.” My dad gestured toward the path. It seemed safe to assume it was a long way to the road, because I couldn’t hear the truck’s engine. And because neither of us had heard the plow that must’ve smoothed it.
I didn’t let myself look back at Ambrose as I walked barefoot through the calf-deep snowy path that led back to the bastard I’d run away from.
And I definitely didn’t look at my fiancé as I sat down in the passenger seat of his truck, reeking of sex with Ambrose Stevenson.
The alpha didn’t comment on the smell as the cab and bed of the truck filled with the rest of the men from the skulk.
Or as he pulled away.
Or as he parked in his mansion’s garage.
Or as three of his goons followed me all the way to the bathroom, making sure I couldn’t leave as I scrubbed myself clean.
My dad only let me know that the wedding would happen first thing in the morning when I stepped out of the bathroom in a plush, white robe.
Life as I knew it was about to end, but all I could think about was Bo.
And the already-scarred bite mark he’d left on my shoulder, accidentally claiming me even though we both knew there was nothing between us but sex.
Sex… and maybe a little bit of friendship.
thirteen
BO
Shovingmy hand through my wild mass of sweaty curls, I snarled another curse as I continued pacing.
I’d started moving the moment Madi walked out of my cabin.
My bare feet had been burning a path in the wood flooring ever since.
My phone was ringing. Artie was calling me. I couldn’t answer it, or I was going to end up swearing at him too.
It had to have been at least an hour.
Multiple hours, probably.
Holding my bear back took too much effort and focus to pay attention to the passing of time.
