Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“You’ve got glass in this hand,” Boyan said.
“Oh, I didn’t even notice.”
No, she was too busy reeling from the fact she liked someone worrying about her, which was so freaking crazy. She didn’t know Boyan. They’d shared one kiss together, that was all.
Chapter Six
Daniel was one of the latest men who’d wanted to try to get into the Poison Wolves MC. He thought he had what it took to be part of their club. He didn’t. Daniel was weak, a total beta, and so, Alpha had denied him. The whole club had denied him but it was up to Alpha to give the news.
They had a small number of beta team men in the pack. They all wanted to be part of the main club, but none of them had what it took.
Boyan was pissed off as he wrapped Agatha’s hand. He did notice that after he removed the glass, and by the time he’d put some of the bandages on her skin, she had started to heal. He didn’t even realize he’d been growling.
“There,” he said. “All better.”
“They feel fine.” Agatha shrugged.
“How is she?” Amelia asked, coming into the main kitchen.
“She’s fine,” Boyan said. “Where’s Daniel?”
“Alpha made him leave. He was clearly too drunk.”
That was another reason he would never be part of the club. The man’s gut was too weak and some alcohol had gotten through his system.
“Everything is fine now,” Agatha said. “Boyan took care of it.”
“Yeah, your hands are pretty bandaged up. Val told me to let you know he doesn’t mind if you go home.”
“But I’ve only done half a night.”
“And you only completed about an hour of training with two free hands. Both of them are bandaged. Did you need to use so much, Boyan?”
“She was hurting. I used what was necessary.”
Amelia smiled. “Of course you did.”
Agatha looked at Amelia and then at him. He was acutely aware of everything she did. Each movement, each look.
She climbed off the counter and he watched her force a smile to her lips. “I can still work.”
“I’m taking you home,” Boyan said. “End of discussion.”
“Ah, I’m a grown woman and I can make my own decisions.”
Boyan stepped into her space and she had no choice but to tilt her head back to look at him. “You don’t want me to walk you home?”
He had to wonder if she was thinking about him, the kiss they’d shared. The moment they explored together. Boyan wanted her alone again. He was more than happy to take a walk out to her place, get her settled in, and then explore that pretty body of hers. His wolf wanted to do that. Especially as they had already sensed that Macy had entered the fucking bar as well. The last thing he wanted to deal with was that viperous woman.
“Yes, of course I want you to walk me home. Fine, if you insist, but I’ve got to speak to Val first. I don’t want him to think of me as a slacker or something.”
Boyan put his hands on her shoulders and they left the kitchen, going into the main bar. Val was finishing up serving a customer and he turned toward Agatha and him.
“Val, you’ve got no problem with me taking Agatha home so she can rest and heal her hands, do you?”
“Not at all. That was a nasty fall, Agatha. Take tomorrow off.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
Val tutted. “We’ll see how your hands are doing before we make any rash decisions.”
“Agreed,” Boyan said.”
He gripped her shoulders and moved her back toward the kitchen, heading to the staff room.
Agatha grabbed her bag.
“No jacket?”
“Crap,” she said, reaching for her jacket.
He had to wonder what she was thinking about. Was he in her thoughts? Was she thinking about his lips, his touch? They left the bar.
“Did you bring your bike?” she asked.
“Nah, the club decided to walk tonight.” They’d checked the freaking forest as they had another complaint from one of the locals who swore they’d seen a wolf wandering the forest.
After dropping Agatha off at the bar, he had no choice but to return to the clubhouse, where they formed a team, scoured the forest, checked in with Draco and their wolf-turning human. He was still alive, and Draco seemed perfectly put together, which in itself was a fucking miracle.
Draco hated humans. Humans had taken his mate, and yet here he was, helping a human go through the transition.
Boyan had a feeling the man wasn’t going to make it. The scent of death clung to the air. The man was just too stubborn to give in, which was a shame. His stubbornness had real potential. Letting go of Agatha’s shoulders, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close.
“I can walk,” she said.
“I know, but holding you is something I want to do. Do you have a problem with that?” he asked.