From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303 I Don’t Trust Dante

DAMON.

I cut the call and exit my SUV, crossing the distance to the front door in three strides.

I don’t know if I need to stop firing my security guards, or if I need to fire all of them, because I’m supposed to be alerted about every fucking visitor. And no one said a fucking word to me about someone being here.

Clenching my jaw, I fling the door open and head straight to the center of the house.

This person isn’t here for me, so that leaves only a few options on where they’d be.

When I storm into the kitchen, there’s no one.

Office.

I’m not even halfway down the hall to Eloise’s office when I hear the voices. Hers. And a man’s voice.

I take two running steps before I realize what I’m doing I can hear Eloise talking in an upbeat rhythm, her voice light and happy, so it’s not like the man is hurting her. And she hasn’t used that voice with me for two weeks now.

The man that I don’t know, who’s in her private home studio.

The door’s been left wide open, which saves me from breaking it down.

When I step into the room, my gaze zeroes in on Eloise’s back as she lifts her tablet to him, showing him something.

I’m not sure what they’re doing, but she’s wearing loose black pants and a fitted shirt, not her usual work clothes.

Our dog is lounging on the floor near her, but his lifted head is aimed at me.

At least someone is aware of their surroundings.

“I think the cluster idea is best.” Eloise lifts another painting, holding it up next to the first. “All the tones grouped by family:”

“Agreed,” the male voice jerks my attention over to the man, whose back is also to me, while he drags her tab and his closer together. “Then we can alternate the groupings in contrasting–Gah!”

ľ

I’m already moving towards him, when the man turns mid-sentence and spots me.

Picking up on my body language, the dog is at my side before I even make it three strides, growling low in his throat.

“What are you…” Eloise starts to laugh, but then she turns and must see me because she shouts my name.

When I don’t stop, she tries again. “Husband!”

“My King?!” The rnan–who is about my height, closer to Eloise’s age, and better looking than I care for a man to be around my wife–stumbles behind the table.

“Who the fuck are you?” My voice is louder than strictly necessary and the dog echoes it by barking twice before he goes back to growling.

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Our dog won’t do more than make noise unless I tell him to. And right now, I’m tempted to tell him to.

The man catches Eloise’s tab before it can fall.

“Dante!” He holds the painting in front of himself like a shield. “I’m Dante!”

I’m less than ten feet away from/the man named Dante when Eloise slides into my path on sock-covered feet.

“Jesus Christ, Damon! He’s here for–”

She’s looking at me like I’m crazy, but her actions just changed the direction of my anger.

Instinct makes me snap my fingers, once, and the loud sound is enough to stop Eloise’s tirade.

Her mouth shuts and I prowl toward her. “Don’t you ever put yourself between another man and me again.”

“That’s not…” Eloise’s breath hitches and I watch her eyes drop to my mouth, then lower.

Oh, this sneaky brat.

She’s been keeping me on ice, acting unaffected by our lack of touch over these last two weeks, but she’s just as fucking hot for it as I am.

Eloise takes a slow breath. “I’m not getting between you.”

lift a hand, gesturing to the fact that she is literally between us.

Eloise huffs, “I was just trying to stop you from going all psychopath on him, since I’m pretty sure just yelling from the sidelines wasn’t going to stop you.” She spares our dog a narrowed eye look. “Or you.”

don’t respond to her reasoning, because it’s probably correct/”You don’t have men over when I’m not home.”

She shoves her little fists onto her hips. “This is work, not me having men over. You’ve been talking about hoe ivd noy been talking about the takeover happening soon. It’s not my fault that you just disappear randomly during the day.”

‘Randomly?” I lean in closer. “I have never left this house without leaving you a note telling you where I’ve gone. Can you say the same?”

Her cheeks tinge red. “That was different,” she hisses.

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