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because it didn’t always work that way. “Are they nice?”
    “Dominic’s pretty fleek”—“fleek” meaning “cool” to Zac—“he keeps sending me jokes.”
    Something about Zac’s tone made her ask, “Dirty jokes?”
    “I’m not going to answer that. I’m pleading the seventh.”
    “You mean the fifth.”
    “Whatever. I’m pleading.”
    She laughed. “Fine. But if you—” She broke off at the chiming of her own cell phone. Seeing that the caller was Madisyn, Makenna swiped her finger across the screen and answered, “Hello.”
    “Shithead’s back.” Madisyn then hung up.
    Makenna swore. “Send Ryan a text, tell him we’re going to be even later than what we already are.”
    “Why?”
    “Remy turned up at the shelter.” At the next junction, she did a U-turn and slammed her foot on the accelerator. In under a minute, she was pulling up outside the shelter. And there was Shithead, standing at the front door with two of his wolves—most likely trying to coax Dawn into letting them in. Dawn knew better than that. She’d also be busy holding Madisyn back; the feline had a wicked temper that made her easy to provoke. Engaging in a confrontation with a powerful Alpha wolf could lead to many complications, however.
    “Zac, wait here. Do not get out of the car until he’s gone.” Hiding her anger under a façade of calm, Makenna exited the car and strolled toward the Alpha wolf. “Mr. Deacon,” she drawled. It wasn’t a greeting; it was a warning. But he still smiled, running an appreciative gaze over her.
    “Ah, Makenna.” The affection and intimacy in his tone pissed her off. He was good-looking and possessed the kind of charisma that probably had most females dropping at his feet. But his beady azure eyes were always cold, and there was never even a hint of sexual awareness there. His flirtations were empty. “You look stunning, as always. And please, call me Remy.”
    Nah. “Can I help you with something?” Her expression held no welcome, and his smile faltered. His pack mates flanked him. The male gave her a sleazy smile while the female sneered, as always. What-the-fuck-ever.
    Remy hummed as his gaze again roamed over her, making her inner wolf bare her teeth despite not sensing any true interest from him. “Curves exactly where a man wants them. Why is it your mouth always has me thinking sinful thoughts?”
    Was she supposed to be melting in his arms right now?
    “I’m loving that little dress, by the way.”
    She just stared at him, her expression blank.
    “I’m disappointed in you, little wolf, I thought you’d want to play. Okay, I’ll get to the point. I wondered if Dawn had given any more thought to my offer.”
    “She’s told you before, Mr. Deacon, she’s not interested in joining your pack. That answer ain’t gonna change.” The extent of his dominance was in his eyes, pressuring her to lower her gaze. She didn’t. She met his boldly. He wasn’t the only one who was dominant.
    “You’re strong.” Grinning, he cocked his head, lips pursed. “I think you would make a valuable addition to my pack.”
    A loud, derisive snort popped out of the punk-looking female at his side. Selene was his Head Enforcer and always displayed very possessive behavior toward him. She also liked to refer to Makenna as “Super Bitch,” which Makenna considered a compliment.
    “It’s a win-win situation for everyone, Makenna. If Dawn agrees to join my pack, I’ll get more territory, the shelter will have any funding it needs, and all the volunteers will be under my protection.”
    “It would be impossible for the shelter to work if it were ruled by a pack. You know that any shifters needing help or sanctuary wouldn’t go to a strange pack for it.”
    “All Dawn has to do is name her price.”
    She blinked. “Her price?” Ballsy fucker, wasn’t he? “She can’t be bought, Mr. Deacon.”
    He laughed at that. “Of course she can. Everyone has a price. Everyone has