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when I saw the pink lip gloss smeared across his lips. I didn’t get as far as his eyes because I didn’t think I could handle seeing the guilt there. In less than a week, I’d witnessed him with one woman in her underwear and teenage jail bait. I was stupid for not listening to my instincts when they screamed at me to stay the hell away from him. Obviously, all that mate talk last night had been a bunch of bullshit. Donna warned me about wolves and I hadn’t listened. Now I was paying the price.
    While part of me wanted to stay right on that sidewalk and confront him about his bald-faced lies, the rest of me wanted to get the hell out of there. We barely knew each other. I had no right to demand an explanation or play the victim. Though I wanted to throw a raging hissy fit, I didn’t have a leg to stand on. So, for the second time in twenty-four hours, I turned and ran from Calder, determined it would be the last time I saw him.

Chapter Three
    Calder

    “G oddammit.” I started to go after Ricki, but the look she shot me was so full of venom and hurt that I knew it would be useless to try and reason with her right now. I wondered what could have happened to my mate in the past to make her so distrustful of men. Though I had to admit, to a human, seeing me with a half-naked woman would appear damning. She didn’t understand that nudity wasn’t a big deal to shifters.
    I had been getting through to her, until…
    “Calder, who was that little human?”
    Baring my teeth in a snarl, I rounded on Brittany. The bitch knew exactly what she interrupted and had done so with malicious intent. For several years Brittany Hayes tried to get my attention by flirting and flaunting her body in front of me. Though she didn’t look older than a sixteen or seventeen year old human girl, she was twenty-five and considered fully grown in the pack, though barely. Her behavior was not that of an adult shifter but of a spoiled, coddled pup. Her father, George, was one of the more dominant wolves in the pack and had challenged me twice for the position of beta. He’d lost the fights with embarrassing speed both times. After the last humiliating defeat, Brittany’s attitude toward me had become less sexually provocative and more hateful, and this time, she’d gone too fucking far.
    “What the fuck are you playing at?” I growled. I moved forward, letting my anger lead. Her platform shoes put us almost at eye level. When faced with an enraged wolf, most females would be smart enough to lower their eyes and take a submissive posture unless they were issuing a challenge for his position within the pack. Brittany kept her eyes steady on mine, though I saw the muscles in her jaw tighten as she fought the instinct to cower under the weight of my aggressive behavior.
    “Who is she?” she asked again.
    Though I normally tried to handle the younger pack members with fairness and patience, Brittany’s insolence snapped the hold I had on my temper. Such an open display of insubordination required punishment, regardless of the wolf’s gender. Though we cherished our mates, females received no special consideration when they ignored the pack hierarchy and behaved badly toward a more dominant member.
    I grabbed her slender arm and roughly hauled her into the small alleyway between two buildings. Snarling viciously, I felt my canines elongate as I all but threw her against the wall. The air left her lungs on a gasp and she stared at me with frightened eyes.
    Too late for fear now, bitch .
    She shuffled to the side, making a half-hearted escape attempt, and I lunged forward, my hand wrapping around her throat. Using just enough pressure to let her know that running would be an even bigger mistake than the ones she’d already made, I pinned her against the wall. Again, I growled and felt the bones in my face shifting slightly under my skin, preparing for the change to wolf.
    I leashed the urge to shift and rip her apart, reminding myself that she