Savage (Wolf Ranch #4) - Renee Rose Page 0,18

drive to the next town over just to slash his wife’s tire, but it also seemed beneath a doctor to hit his wife.

Violence wasn’t reserved for blue-collar workers, was it?

It happened in every society and every type of household. He might have driven her to file for divorce, but since it still wasn’t final, it didn’t seem like he was inclined to let her go. He was fucking with her from afar. Or right in her driveway.

Goddammit! For the second time that day, I slammed my fist down and cracked the recipient of my force—this time my desk.

I took a deep breath and let it out. Another, but wished I could still breathe in her sweet scent, not the lemon cleaner that had been used in the room recently. Fixing the chair, I settled back at the computer and kept reading the information the data-hacker sent. Becky had filed for divorce two years ago, but Dr. Todd Nichols used various legal delay tactics to block a final divorce decree from being filed. At issue seemed to be their large debt and how it would be divided up.

I opened another email. Attachments showed a house in Meade had a sizable mortgage, and liens from several home improvement contractors were filed on it. The loan was in both spouses’ names, but I couldn’t miss a bill for kitchen renovations completed six months ago in Becky’s name.

Only her name.

Which meant the douche canoe was using her to pay for shit she didn’t even know about. I wasn’t up on the legalities of marriage in Montana. Hell, never had I imagined I’d be mated to a human, let alone consider marrying one. Unless Becky’s lawyer was a complete moron, the law had to be in Todd’s favor, meaning Becky would be liable for the new kitchen solely because they were still wed.

There was more. Lots more. All indicating that Becky was being fucked over by her husband.

I leaned back in the chair, tossed my hat off and ran my hands over my face. Shame filled me. I’d added to her shit by walking away. By freaking the fuck out over what she’d said. She’d been honest and as upfront as she could be.

During the night at Cody’s, it wasn’t as if either of us were in the right mind to talk about anything beyond a condom being used. Sure, she’d been married, but legally separated and in the middle of a divorce. She’d had every right for a fun fuck. She’d also had every right not to tell me about her ex.

A slow smile spread across my face. Becky shared that little gem with me now because she wanted more than a quickie. We’d been standing beside the evidence of her ex’s latest dick move. He’d been right there at the forefront of her thoughts. She told me the truth, all of it, because she wanted me to know the truth, know what she was up against.

That meant she wanted me. I’d do more than change a fucking tire for her. I’d finish her ex, so she didn’t have to spend a second stressing about him ever again. That was my job as her mate, to protect her in all ways.

I stood, grinned. My wolf howled and circled, eager to get back to her. To pull her into my arms and tell her everything was going to be fine. That she was safe. That her ex was going down. She had a fucking council enforcer to take care of her. Fuck, yes!

Wait. Fuck, no.

She needed protection, but it couldn’t be from me. I was a fucking council enforcer. I dealt with rogue shifters not human assholes. I wasn’t even allowed to mess with the guy, not only because he was human but because it would give away my job and the fact that I had it and shifters in general.

Audrey and Marina were both human, and while I was sure they’d been stunned to learn shifters even existed, they’d embraced it. They were part of the pack now. Audrey was even pregnant with the start of the next generation of Wolf pups. Rob had allowed the match. Hell, he’d gone so far as to go after a human female of his own, but she’d turned out to be half-shifter.

Still, Boyd, Colton and Rob weren’t enforcers. They didn’t have shifter blood on their hands like I did. They didn’t have their purpose within the pack kept a secret.

What the fuck was I going to do?