Chapter 35
ROY
From my van, I watched Brooke leave the office.
Her steps were quick, as if she was in a hurry to go somewhere.
She had on black dress pants and a pale blue blouse.
On her feet were another pair of stilettos.
Fuck, I loved those heels on her. I wanted to feel the sharp points of them digging into my back as I fucked her.
She’d worn those several times before over the past ten days. They must be her favorite. I knew this because I’d been keeping an eye on her. Humans would call it stalking, perhaps. As a shifter, it was called protecting my mate.
She’d accepted my mark. It was hidden beneath her blouse, but I knew it was there.
It was the only thing that kept me from going insane without her.
No harm would ever come to her. I’d been following her.
Ensuring no one bothered her within her home as I knew she was anxious about staying there after what happened.
I’d keep watch until she moved into the loft.
She wouldn’t need to be afraid any longer.
She’d be safe behind multiple sets of security doors.
She’d be happy living in her dream loft.
She’d have the comfort in knowing it would always be hers.
Always a place she could return to, no matter what happened.
After she pulled out of the lot, I followed at a distance. Her car was older. It didn’t have the latest safety standards. I would get her a new car.
Yes. That and anything else she needed.
I was her mate. I would do anything for her, except return to Montana without her.