chapter 2

I could smell her in the air. Even in a train station with thousands of people

milling through it every day, it was like I could sense her clearly, track her

without fail. That’s how it is with your property.

You can always find that which is yours.

“Excuse me,” someone chirped, distracting me.

I stopped, frowning as my gaze fell on a redhead that any other day would

have had my attention. She was everything I liked. Young. Innocent.

Needing to be taught some manners.

Her pink tongue slicked over her red lips as she batted her lashes at me.

There was too much make-up on her face. It made her look older than the

barely eighteen she must have been. Her friend covered her mouth and

giggled as they shared a quick look among one another.

I didn’t have to ask what she wanted. It was painted all over her face.

Whether she was going to disguise it behind asking for a smoke or for

directions or for some other bullshit, it didn’t matter. She couldn’t lie to me

as well as she could to herself.

I had to wonder how long she’d been psyching herself up for this. I had to

wonder if she knew what kind of danger she’d put herself in. Not only by

approaching a wolf, but one who was after something much more valuable

than she could ever be. She could be eaten alive, and not in the way she was

begging to.

I turned away from her, not bothering with a reply, instinctively looking for

my babygirl in the direction she’d been walking in. Red grabbed my sleeve,

yanking me toward herself with brazenness far beyond her years.

“Careful, little girl,” I growled, my gray eyes flashing.

She practically jumped away from me. Her friend took two steps back, the

innocence and youth of their years now finally showing on their faces. Both

were dressed too revealing. Both were too dumb to be let out alone.

With a growl in the back of my throat, I grabbed Red by the arm and pulled

her up to me. The excitement burning in her eyes, the way her chest rose

and fell in her barely-there top, it would have made my blood burn any

other time. Right now, though, she was just a fucking annoyance.

“You shouldn’t try and play with men who are old enough to be your daddy,

little girl,” I snarled at her.

The little sigh she let slip out between her lips was almost inviting. For a

moment, I saw my babygirl in her, like someone had superimposed an

image of her over this teenager desperate to be destroyed by a force she

didn’t understand. It was gone as soon as it hit me.

Red wasn’t good enough to lick her boots.

“Is that what you want? For me to call you daddy?” Red asked, jutting her

chin out and trying to stand tall.

I grinned.

She was going to get herself into the worst kind of trouble. It just wasn’t

going to be with me.

“Be careful with what you wish for,” I said, releasing her.

Instead of stepping away, she nearly toppled into me, wanting to lean into

me so badly.

I could easily see myself taking her home. Tying her tan wrists, pulling her

up by them and leaving her there until she learned some manners. Keeping

her in place until she begged and screamed and wailed for me, telling me

she’d never be bad again, that she’d never be a fucking brat again. Torturing

her by not giving her what she needed until she was a step from losing her

mind, and then breaking her until she was nothing but a shattered pile of

desperation.

But she was too late. I was off the market. I didn’t have time for trash, time

for distraction.

“Wait,” she squeaked, the familiar rosy pink blush of lust tinting her cheeks

as I left her behind me.

I didn’t look back, just kept walking. Blood surged in my veins. I couldn’t

afford any distractions today, not when I was so close.

I reached for another cigarette, lighting it as I walked and taking a long,

irritated drag from it.

Now that she was so close, every second away from her was too long. I had

to have her.

Right fucking now.

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