The Forgotten Heiress novel Chapter 39

She tugged her hands back, stood on her tip toes and poked his chest "and you! I don't know what you are, but I do know I don't want you"

She was such a spitfire, all heat now-and infuriating, nothing like the wary female he'd seen when he'd barged into her bathroom last night.

Truthfully, Nick didn't know which version of her he preferred. The one that stood before him now, testing his dominance like no one else could or the one of last night that silently screamed for his gentle side and protection. Nick could just imagine what Jessica would think of his thoughts because one thing he'd learned about her was that she didn't scream for anyone's protection.

Not even last night. Last night she stood in front of her sibling to protect them even though she had been just as scared.

He'd been on his way home with Matt to catch up on everything that occurred during his absence when he got a call from Axel. When he heard what Shane had been attempting to do, he lost control. His wolf took over and there was no stopping him. First he went after Shane a shifter that even now, Matt was trying to find out how he'd manage to fool everyone for so long.

Once he quickly and mercilessly killed Shane, he fought his way to her with the intent of claiming her. The rush of victory was running through his veins, she was his prize and nothing or no one was going to keep her from him.

But then he stepped into her bathroom. One look at her valiant attempt and he was able to take back control of himself. She alone was responsible for calming his wolf. It was a feat that eight werewolves had failed to accomplish before her.

And now she stood in front of him trying to deny the chemistry between them but it was no use.

"Liar," He murmured.

She shook her head in denial, her eyes as big as a doe and tried to take a sideways step away from him. He moved his leg to block her, bringing their bodies close. She tried to push him away but it was like trying to push a boulder.

He captured her hands against his chest with one of his and gave her a disarming smile that almost had her bursting into flames. She had to force herself to look away; she didn't want him to see the reaction he could have on her when he was sweet and not sparring with her.

That had been her downfall last night. If he would have stormed in demanding and controlling she would have shown him the boot, but he hadn't and she'd been defenseless against his requests to not fight. She'd given in and she didn't want him to see how difficult it had become to hold her ground now.