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Whether or not she jumped because of the storm or my harsh tone I couldn’t be certain, but she nodded and without saying another word she walked out.

This time she’d walked out of my life because of my bitter demand and if I had to guess, I’d say she’d just done so forever.

When she disappeared from view, I turned around to keep myself from chasing after her. That wasn’t going to happen. No traps. No emotions. No nothing.

Just work and trying to get my life back on track.

How? I had no fucking clue, but it would be done without her.

I tried to think about what I’d been doing, even returning to my desk, but my thoughts were muddled. Damn the woman for coming here. Damn her for interrupting me with her blazing eyes and provocative voice. Damn her for enticing me as she always did any time she walked into a room.

And damn my wolf for wanting her as badly as he did.

Fuck it. Damn the entire world and everyone in it.

Maybe that’s why my anger was off the charts. Without thinking, I swept my arm across my desk, barely missing the computer in the process. Everything flew into the air from the force I used, floating as if in slow motion before the items came crashing down.

Then I slammed my hands on the desk several times, hating myself. Hating everything.

Wanting to hate her but being unable to do so.

Why did she get to me so much? Why did I need her? Crave her? God. I was losing my mind, my wolf laughing at me like the worthless idiot I’d told myself more than once I’d become.

Nope. I wasn’t going to fall prey to needing her.

Not a chance in hell.

I returned to my desk, feeling the engine of her vehicle rumbling even over the storm as she drove away. Reality set in. She was leaving for good.

To hell with her.

With any woman.

I didn’t need a single female in my life. Other than my sister and mother.

With a deep and heavy sigh filtering into the room, I didn’t bother picking up the items from the floor. That would come later. I’d concentrate on what I’d been doing earlier. The software install was almost finished and testing needed to be done.

There would be no further distractions.

I managed to sit down behind my desk, studying the numbers on the screen. Ninety percent completed.

Ninety-two percent.

Why were memories and all the images of Sloane’s voluptuous body wrapping around not only my mind but also my soul?

I dropped my head into my hands as an even louder sound of nature boomed throughout the office. This wasn’t working. I jerked up again, moving toward the window. The clouds were swirling outside, the wind dragging tree limbs toward the earth’s surface. The rain had just started and within minutes, there would be a torrential downpour.

As I stood staring at the arc of electricity created by Mother Nature, a strange and very powerful set of vibrations rocked through every muscle moving straight to the bone.

Sloane was in trouble.

I knew it innately, the blood running through my veins running cold. She was in danger and there was only one person who could keep her safe.

Her mate.

CHAPTER 20

Sloane