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Her cheeks flushed pink. “I knew you’d be angry. Who wouldn’t?”

“I am.” I sighed and leaned against the doorframe. “But once I sort through everything in my head, I’ll do what I can to help you. First and foremost, there’s a chance you could be pregnant, especially if that prophecy is right. You’re not leaving here with my kid in your belly.”

Her face went even redder and I couldn’t help myself. I let my magick wrap around the both of us, and the scene that came to me made my breath catch. Fucking hell. Yeah, some part of me had known what was happening and let her do what she wanted. Which meant, I’d recognized her on a deeper level. My mate. Didn’t mean I’d let her off the hook easily.

Since she was a witch, she probably wouldn’t have sensed anything. From what I knew of her kind, they didn’t typically have destined mates. Unless, like now, they were paired with another supernatural being who did. The witches I’d known in the past all married for power, political connections, or to tie two covens together. I assumed it was the same for her coven.

“That’s right, witch. You’re mine now and so are any kids we have.” I pushed off the doorframe and leaned on the table, getting in her face. “You’re never leaving here. Do you understand now what you’ve done?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good. I assume your car is in my driveway?” She nodded. “Then I’ll grab your things and bring them inside. If you try to set foot outside the house, it won’t be a pleasant experience for you.”

After I retrieved her bag, I’d shower and change. Thankfully, I’d retrieved my motorcycle from the clubhouse the day after I’d met with my club brothers. If there was ever a time I needed a ride and to feel the wind in my hair, it was now. My head was all kinds of fucked up, and I needed to sort shit out.

Maybe then I’d have an idea of what to do with the tempting redhead.

Chapter Three

Balor

I stormed out of the mansion, my steps quick and precise, pausing long enough to take in a deep breath of fresh air. Anger simmered in my veins. The house loomed behind me, an imposing structure that often resembled more of a gothic monstrosity. It suited my mood as I approached my bike.

My hair slid across my forehead, the quickening of my heart making my scalp prickle. As I climbed onto my bike and gripped the handlebars, I felt the slight shift in my vision as the color of my eyes changed from blue to brown. My hair had changed too, but I hadn’t needed to see it to know. My powers had never steered me wrong before. I’d made the mistake once of letting someone see me without the slight change in appearance. It hadn’t gone well. Not that I had to worry about anyone finding out Balor Hades and Luke Williams were the same man. Only two people in town knew. The mayor and the sheriff.

The bike roared to life, the sound soothing something inside me. I took off down the driveway, the gates opening when I approached. Balor Hades had powers few knew about. My name was well known, had been before the war, but even I didn’t know my full magical potential. Luke Williams had very little power, as far as everyone knew. They’d never once suspected the rugged MC president of Balor’s Saints had the ability to make them see whatever he wanted. Or that the gates, and other things, opened or moved out of his way without him touching them.

The wind whipped through my hair, the engine growling beneath me. I didn’t often get to cut loose and ride like this. My anger had pushed me too far. I knew I wouldn’t be able to think straight until I’d had a chance to clear my head. They’d see the tension and have too many questions. It wasn’t like I’d be able to hide it. Not entirely.

Darkwood wasn’t a large town, but it had a bit of everything. The streets were quiet, but with so many nocturnal residents, the town was never really asleep. There were always people up and doing something. I’d kept to the outskirts of town for the most part. I’d built my home far enough away to have privacy, but close enough to handle anything that might go wrong.

Once I’d circled the town, I headed for the clubhouse. I’d built the town from nothing, investing my money in a place where people like me could feel safe. I’d done my best to make sure my people and the other supernaturals I’d allowed to move into the area remained safe. Which meant there were times I had to get my hands dirty.

As I approached the clubhouse, I felt the tension in my shoulders ease. The ride had soothed some of my anger. Not all. But enough I wasn’t worried about taking it out on my brothers. I parked the bike and climbed off, shoving the door open.

I wasn’t sure how to handle the witch in my mansion. In my bed. Because yeah, I had a feeling we’d end up there again. And this time, I’d remember every second of it. I hadn’t wanted a woman of my own. To have someone to come home to.

I scrubbed a hand over my face, and stepped inside the clubhouse, the noise level increasing tenfold. Laughter and conversation echoed through the room.

“Luke!” Jackson clapped me on the back. “Didn’t think we’d see you for a few more days. Thought you were holed up in your house.”

“Luke, you look like you’re ready to murder someone,” Clay said. “I take it you met with Mr. Hades?”

I grunted. “Wasn’t him who pissed me off.” I settled at one of the tables and leaned back in the chair.

Jackson grinned. “Must have been some woman. Did she shoot you down?”

I glared at him and his grin widened.

“Ah. So the woman did cause you some trouble. I thought you’d been on edge lately. Didn’t realize it was because of a female.” Jackson dropped into a chair across from me and stretched out his legs. “I take it she didn’t want to let you go?”

I glared. “What makes you think I’d have a woman?”

“Because you’re a goddamn bastard, but you don’t have that look in your eyes for no reason. Only one thing pisses off a man so bad… a woman.” Jackson pulled out a chair. “You going to tell us about her?”

I sat and stretched out my legs. I scanned the room, noting where everyone was standing and sitting. “Didn’t realize I looked that tense.”

Jackson shrugged. “You don’t. Not normally. Whatever happened has you ready to snap someone’s head off.”