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in her mind. Heat raced up her neck, and she dipped her hands into his open shirtfront; his hard, haired chest tantalizing under her hands. He carried her to the stage, but his mouth didn’t leave hers. The band stopped playing again and moved back when he put her down.
    “Stay and listen,” he ordered before he left her on the stage. Still in a confused state, she touched her lips, watching as he walked up to the microphone and stared out at his pack.
     
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    “I have been Alpha for the past ten years.” He looked around the room, then at her. “As Alpha, I have always kept the pack’s interests before my own. But Tabby is my mate. I expect you to show her the same respect you show me. If not, I will take my mate and go, if that’s what it takes.”
    He gestured at the guards and male patrons.
    “I suggest you men get these women in line. The two who assaulted her in the bathroom are banished from the pack. If I hear of another attack on her,” he pointed toward Tabatha, “I will kill them. Now, this is supposed to be a Halloween party. Let’s continue and have a good night.” Hoyt reached back and pulled Tabatha into his arms.
    There seemed to be wall-to-wall werewolves staring up at them but the females kept their eyes downcast.
    “How about a nice slow dance? I need you in my arms,” he whispered as he guided her down the stairs and onto the dance floor. The band started to play a slow song. He pressed her body tightly against his.
    “How do you know I’m your mate?” Tabatha asked, inhaling his scent. He smelled fresh and clean. She leaned her head against his huge chest. She snaked her hands around his neck and hugged him close. “And would you really leave the pack for me?”
    “We can tell by a woman’s scent, and yours sings to me. I want to claim you right here. And yes, I meant what I said. I would give up everything for you.” His hands roamed over her ass.
    Tabatha leaned her head back, looking at him in surprise. “Is it a wise choice to claim me here on the dance floor?”
    “Probably not. You’ve already whipped two of my pack. Let’s save the rest for another time.” A small laughed escaped him, and he placed a soft kiss in her hair.
    Tabatha relaxed against his body as the music’s beat flowed around them.
    “Tomorrow, I’ll go to the police station and find out what I can about your car. I don’t want you anywhere near the station now. I’ve met the demon that has marked your car. He’s been summoned before and almost destroyed the person he was after.” Hoyt squeezed her ass cheeks, kissed her neck, and nibbled her ear.
    “You called?” A voice boomed in the room.
    Everyone seemed to stop at once.
    Hoyt shoved her behind him.
      “He is the third one, my mates,” said the voice, a little stronger and closer this time.
    Glancing around, she pressed closer to Hoyt, hearing the voice in her head again.
    Growls and the crack of changing bones permeated the room. Males either shifted into beast form or they transformed into their wolf bodies. Tattered costumes, men’s shoes, stilettos, and sandals littered the floor. Serrated teeth and fangs glinted in the strobe lights, and the feral eyes of the shape shifters glowed with the need to protect the pack and its leader—their anger centered on the unholy intruder.
    This was all her fault. All the werewolves were ready to protect her no matter what the threat. A lump formed in her throat as Tabatha held on to Hoyt’s shirt. The sound of material ripping was her first clue that Hoyt was shifting. Remnants of Hoyt’s shirt fell from her hands, and she looked up at a very tall, pissed-off beast.
    Tabatha peeked around Hoyt as Shane moved Melody next to her so both of them would be protected. Shane stood in his werewolf form, too, and growled at the demon.
    The demon stood at least six and half feet tall. Bright red hair flowed over his shoulders to his waist. He had horns that were partially obscured by