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“What is the point then, Your Alphaness?”
He snapped his teeth at her for that smart-ass remark. “The point is you’re mine. End of story. No touching by any other male.” He paused, considered. “Special family-affection dispensation for those related to you.”

Chapter 4

“Are all men so bloodthirsty?”
“Lara’s father showed me his tools—then we had an illuminating conversation about how easy it would be to cut a person in half using one of the lasers. It was very civilized.”

Chapter 19

“These are mine.” He made an imaginary line down the tray that put ninety percent of the cookies on his side.
Throwing her arms around his neck, Sienna kissed him, smiling all the while. “Fine,” he murmured. “I’ll give you two.”
“Are you saying my kiss only rates a two?”
“I could be persuaded to reconsider.”

Chapter 41

“Reminding me you’re dangerous?”
Kissing him again, she pressed her hands against the wide wall of his chest. God, he was a beautiful, sexy man, and he was hers. “Can’t have Your Alphaness seeing me as weak.”
He snorted. “I haven’t been taken in by you since you were a damn juvenile with a smart mouth and a big attitude.”
“I love you, too.”

Trembling, she stepped back. “Please don’t touch me.” Choked-out words.
Hawke curled his hand into a fist at Sienna’s near-silent command, his wolf snarling to get out, to teach this slender girl that he would not be rejected. “You have a cut there.”
Her fingers lifted to that cheek, a cheek that also bore a scattered spray of sun golden freckles she hadn’t had the last time they’d spoken. “Oh,” she said after a moment, “that must’ve been from when I was with Kit yesterday.”
His wolf pulled back its lips, baring the lethal sharpness of its canines. Kit was young, extremely dominant, and very close to Sienna in age. That didn’t mean he was right for her. “He hurt you?” It came out a cold question, his wolf gone predator-still.
Sienna’s eyes widened. “No. I wasn’t looking where I was going on the run back from a sparring session and I tripped.” An embarrassed look. “I’m never going to be as graceful as a changeling.”
Hawke said nothing, could say nothing, his mind filling with images of the young leopard male touching her, laughing with her as he helped her up from the earth.

“Don’t leave it too late, Hawke, or you might just lose her.”

“I’ve come to give you some sage advice, being as I’m so much older and wiser.”
“Says the man who once stole Indigo’s phone and recorded himself howling her name as the ringtone.”

The boy clambered up onto the tailgate, legs hanging off the edge and words tumbling out at high speed. “My mom used to use Tp to make me sleep when I had a haircut. I never liked it.”
Happy to hear that the fear was a harmless remnant of childhood, not based on hidden trauma, he said, “We’re not using the sedatives in the first-aid kit, so forget about it.”
Toby’s face fell. “Those look really sharp.”
Reaching up, Hawke snipped off a bit of his own hair to test the blades. “Yeah, should do the trick.”
“Uh-oh.” Huge cardinal eyes. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why?”
“ ’Cause every time you cut your hair, Sienna gets mad.”
His wolf pricked up its ears. “Yeah?” He stepped closer.
Toby froze.
“Okay,” Hawke said, having had enough experience with pups to understand logic wouldn’t help right now, “close your eyes and scream as loud as you can.”
“What?”
“Just do it.”
Toby took a deep breath, scrunched his eyes closed . . . and screamed.
Wincing at the earsplitting volley of sound, Hawke snipped off the boy’s far too long bangs in one cut, making sure not to touch the metallic blades to the kid’s skin. “Not bad.” It wasn’t crooked in any case.
Toby’s eyes snapped open. “Did you do it?”
Hawke handed him his hair. “What do you think?”

32. fejezet

“Thank you,” she said, running her foot over his shin, “for loving me enough to let me fight my own battles.” […]
“Thank you,” he said in a rumbling echo of her own words, “for loving me enough to understand my need to take care of you.”

Chapter 13

Hawke remembered seeing Lucas in a T-shirt that exactly matched his eyes not long ago, and feeling the hard stab of envy at knowing the leopard alpha’s mate had purchased it for him. He’d thought the wild beauty of such a bond forever out of his reach.
Now, he was being petted by a woman who had somehow managed to find a shirt that matched the unusual shade of his own eyes, the ice blue threads so fine, it felt like wearing a kiss against his skin. Sienna’s kiss.

Chapter 17