Chapter Eight: Kiss Me Claire

CLAIRE's POV

I clenched and unclenched my fist as I talked.

The slimy bastard.

He took pleasure in knowing that I knew of his reputation? A reputation that befitted a psycho? Well, I would tell him what I thought of him.

“Everyone knows of your psychotic tendencies.” I ended my rant and looked at him.

He had a wide grin on his handsome as hell face, his eyes sparkly.

I wanted to lick his lips.

Oh shit.

This mate business was so not for me.

“Good, I like that you know of me.” He leaned in and I had to hold my breath so I would not try to taste his scent with the tip of my lips.

I tried to appear as nonchalant as I could as he leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“You know how I protect my people and what I do to my enemies. It would serve you well to know what I can do to you should you try anything funny with me.”

“I don't even know you. I doubt I would like to try anything with you.” I muttered, ignoring the heat in my core.

“I am your mate, your alpha and protector.” He scoffed. “We