Free His Untamed Desire by Katie Reus

she was hauling ass away from here.
    Saul hurried beside her. “Daphne, he—”
    She turned and shoved him in the chest, wishing it was Hector instead. She didn’t want to hear some bullshit excuse from her own packmate. What was that anyway, some sort of male solidarity crap? Maybe she took Saul off guard because he stumbled back and sprawled on the sidewalk. He let out a yelp as his ass kissed the pavement.
    Using those precious moments of freedom, she sprinted across the street and jumped into the back of an idling taxi that a man had been attempting to get into.
    â€œMa’am—”
    Even though she knew it was an incredibly shitty thing to do, Daphne bared her canines. “Drive. I’ll pay extra.”
    The guy’s dark eyes widened and he jerked away from the curb. She heard someone shouting, probably his original patron, but she was beyond caring about anything at this point.
    Her throat squeezed impossibly tight as she tried to hold back the sob building inside her. Part of her wished she’d been strong enough to confront Hector or yell at him . . . or something. But they’d never made any commitment to each other. They’d never even had sex. Sure, they’d made out a lot and he’d given her that one, intense orgasm, but they weren’t a couple. No, screw him. This past week he’d made her feel as if she was the only female on the planet for him. As if what they had was special. Treating her like this was unforgivable.
    â€œWhere to, ma’am?” the driver asked, his voice wary.
    She rattled off her address without thinking. Her pack had cleaned her place up and had a new alarm system installed, but she hadn’t been back. She’d been too afraid, but right now she wasn’t going to the mansion. She didn’t want to see or talk to anyone. Nope, she wanted to be alone with her tears and she was pretty sure she had a bottle of wine in the pantry—if the bastard who’d trashed her place hadn’t destroyed that too. Angus had refused to let her see inside her house until it was cleaned, but she’d heard some of her packmates whispering that someone had shredded her clothes and underwear. How gross was that?
    When the driver pulled up to her place she shoved a wad of cash at him and apologized for being so rude. She hoped the giant tip made up for it, but she didn’t have the energy to say much more.
    Tears tracked down her face, nearly blinding her as she hurried toward her front door. She froze at the sound of a bullet being chambered. While she might not use weapons, almost every shifter had knowledge of guns and knives. And she knew that sound. Standing on the bottom stair that led to her front door, she slowly turned around and tried to ignore the icy chill slithering through her veins.
    Troy was standing there and he had a gun pointed right at her face.
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    Hector felt like he was going to vomit right on the floor of the bar. He wiped his mouth, as if that could somehow erase the feel and taste of that drunk human’s lips on his. He’d cut her off earlier, but she must have been sneaking drinks, so when he’d tried to kick her out, she’d literally thrown herself at him.
    If she’d been a shifter, he’d have thrown her ass across the bar, but she was human and they were so damn fragile. He’d still shoved her off of him, but not soon enough. Hector had heard of the effects of the mating call, but this was beyond what he’d expected. He actually felt physically ill after being fondled by the woman.
    Jax, one of the female bouncers, gripped the human female’s arm, mainly to keep her standing upright. “I’m going to get her into a cab.”
    â€œShe’s banned for life,” Hector growled. “I’ve already got a copy of her ID.”
    â€œHector, that’s kinda harsh,” Jax said almost