Chapter 10
Chapter 9
Beck
She had slept restlessly, the strangled cry that escaped her reinforced my want to crush
whoever this asinine piece of shit was, and I would, too. Just like so many men before him, I’d
crush him like a dung beetle. She confused me. She came across as human to all of my senses,
yet she also presented signs of rejection; though, that could be confused with the plethora of
traumas she must have endured by the hands of this delinquent poor excuse for an Alpha. In
the grand scheme of things, none of that mattered. Human or wolf, as she walked out of the
bathroom, makeup covering her bruised and swollen face, I saw a warrior. I respected that, but
she couldn’t hide the acrid scent of the deviant Alpha that leached off her. It would take time
for his scent to dissipate, but it was yet another sign of what was forced upon her. I couldn’t
come right out and ask as she didn’t seem to know anything. It would be a burden she would
have to bear unwittingly for the time being.
Some alphas still tried to control and lay some sort of claim on their rejected mates; they
became unbalanced. Unhinged Alphas were dangerous creatures and needed to be neutralized.
I played the game with her, waiting for his name, just to be sure she would be safe before I
went hunting. She wasn’t the first female I had found in dire straits, and she wouldn’t be the
last. It seemed to be my calling.
I must say, there was something about her; something quizzical and refreshing. She reminded
me of someone dear to me. Someone long gone, because she had no one to save her either. I
had been a young idiot once and failed to be there to protect the one meant to be everything
to me. Since then, I began to look for the signs in every woman I came across. Dev had been a
lesson I wished I hadn’t had to learn. That lesson, however, has saved dozens of women since.
Her loss would not be in vain.
I watched as she came out of the convenience store, the fingers of her right hand twitched.
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The same side where she hid the knife I had given her, hidden away in her boot. I would give
her a few lessons on how to handle it effectively before we parted ways. She seemed to know a
thing or two, but one couldn’t be too careful. I had to hope it would be enough to keep her
safe. Someone had done a number on this girl. Who scared someone so strong so bad?
Regardless, she was determined to survive; leaving her previous life behind, willing to let
someone who looked like me be her savior. Just like all people, bikers could be both good and
bad. Fate had a funny way of leading the wounded sheep to the wolf who wouldn’t eat them

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