this to happen, but he would be powerless against the council’s decision.
“What if I don’t want to stay, and I want to take my chances?” she asked.
“You don’t have that choice,” he said, walking towards the doors of City Hall.
“Why the hell not?” she demanded, chasing after him in a huff.
“Because I said so.”
“So if your alpha council tells me to take a hike, then you’ll kick me to the curb, but if I want to leave I can’t?”
“Bingo,” Rowan said, reaching over and patting Eva on her head. Her hair was so soft, and he could already smell her scent on his hand as he pulled it away. His wolf was going mad wanting to mate with this female, to mark her with his scent for good. The council had to let her stay, he wouldn’t let the gang harm another innocent person.
“That’s bullshit!” she hollered as he opened the door to City Hall.
“You want to keep it down?” he asked, spinning back towards her, his eyes narrowing. “We’re in a place of business.”
* * *
Eva was starting to get angry again as they walked through City Hall. She barely registered anything around her as she marched behind Rowan, thoughts of kicking him in the back of his stupid head dancing through her brain.
If I can kick that high, she though. Maybe I should just way-lay him with a baseball bat.
She knew any violent confrontation would probably end badly for her, but he was holding her here against her will, and she was fit to be tied.
I could just leave, she thought. Is he really going to stop me if I just call my dad and ask him to come get me?
Her dad could protect her from all of this—he had the money to hire security and keep the bikers away. Surely they wouldn’t find her at his giant gated mansion in North Edmond. Then again, her father would need to start speaking with her again before she could even call him for rescue. When she’d dropped out of college to marry Jason he’d let her know in no uncertain terms that she was on her own and no longer welcome in his house. She hadn’t spoken to him since that day.
Before Eva knew it she was standing in front of a large set of wooden double-doors, like a courtroom. There were benches lining the hall, each of them occupied by what she could only assume were werewolves, staring up at her.
Suddenly she felt completely on display, like their hungry eyes were trying to figure her out. Did werewolves eat humans? Was she a tasty snack or an intruder at this point? She knew what dogs did to intruders.
“Where are we?” she asked Rowan. He was standing patiently beside her, intently staring at the double doors.
“We are waiting for the council to call us in,” he whispered angrily. It was pretty obvious he didn’t want her to speak right now, but she had questions that needed to be answered now. Eva had never been the patient type.
“Are all these people waiting?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said, sounding angrier.
“Are they all werewolves?” she whispered even lower. Several of their ears perked up and they glared at her; even as humans their hearing was extra sensitive.
“Yes,” Rowan said, now sounding exasperated.
“None of them are human?” she asked.
“Did you not listen to my last answer?” he said, shooting her an annoyed look.
Eva looked around as their eyes landed on her. She suddenly became very aware of her body as she stood there, and she didn’t like the feeling. She tried to turn to the side, so they couldn’t fully look at her curves, but it was no use. There was not a fat or chubby person in sight. Every male was either wiry or built. The females were even worse. Each one reminded her of a dancer: long ropey muscles and not an ounce of fat anywhere on their body.
When Rowan had told her their blood metabolized alcohol too fast, it hadn’t occurred to her that they all had high metabolisms. They were like that skinny kid at school who pounded pizza and cake all day while Eva gained five pounds just looking at
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