Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: 7-Wishing For Her Tits

Jaguar:

The second I lifted her into my arms, a violent shiver ran through my body.

I had not even felt this worked up while tearing those thugs apart.

Something about Verity kept stripping away my control.

"Alpha King, thank you so much," one of the waitresses called sweetly from the side, subtly pushing her chest forward to drag my attention toward her cleavage.

I barely spared her a glance.

None of it mattered when Verity was in my arms.

My entire focus stayed locked on her, and honestly, it was starting to mess with my head.

I acknowledged the others with a short nod before walking out of the café.

The driver opened the back door the second we reached the car.

I slid Verity inside carefully, but she shifted in a way that left her legs hanging outside the door.

Resting one hand against the hood of the car, I crouched in front of her.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly.

She still held onto my coat.

Her fingers were wrapped around the fabric so tightly that it made something possessive twist inside me.

For one reckless second, all I could think about was how badly I wanted those soft hands clutching around my shaft the same way.

She finally gave me a small nod, those innocent eyes still fixed on mine.

"I should finish my shift," she murmured softly.

The second she tried to stand, pain hit her hard enough to pull a quiet cry from her throat before she dropped back onto the seat.

Another shudder ripped through my body.

Fuck.

For one reckless moment, I wanted to grab her by the waist and force her to stay seated myself.

My hands actually twitched with the urge before I controlled them.

She slipped her hand beneath the coat, probably checking her ribs.

She had definitely been hurt.

Her leg looked bad too.

She could barely put pressure on it.

"You don’t need to do that," I said quietly, my heartbeat pounding violently against my ribs. "I’ll take you home and get you treated."

Women had never been rare in my life.

Even now, all it took was one look, one gesture, and women practically threw themselves at me.

I could have anyone I wanted whenever I wanted.

But Verity...

Something about her had poisoned my control from the very beginning.

Ever since I first looked at her, my mind had been filled with thoughts that should have stayed buried.

Filthy, possessive thoughts.

The kind that crossed lines I normally never touched.

And I still wanted them.

Every single one.

Then we found out who she was.

The sister of the man we had broken so badly that he ended up taking his own life.

After that, there was no way her appearance in our lives could have been a coincidence.

Gigi practically drilled it into our heads that this looked like a revenge setup straight out of a textbook.

But Verity never acted the way someone hungry for revenge would act.

When she got fired, she did not argue.

She did not manipulate anyone emotionally.

She did not beg, threaten, or use my weakness for her against me.

And she could have.

She knew she affected me.

Hell, I had already promised her that if she lost her job, I would take care of her myself.

She never once used that promise.

That was the part that kept ruining every suspicion I had about her.

Her pride was too strong.

Her dignity mattered too much.

So she walked away.

And somehow, she still stayed behind in my head.

Her voice. Her face. Her eyes.

They followed me everywhere until I ended up searching half the city just to find her again.

Thank fuck I had reached the café in time.

Because deep down, something inside me refused to believe she was guilty.

Maybe I had been staring at her for too long because her brows slowly pulled together.

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