Wolf Creek Ghosts (Texas Pack 3) (Wolf Creek Werewolf Shifters) by Jo Ellen Page B

Marching over, she could scent the woman was wolf.
    “Oh shit,” Lisa whispered.
    Melanie, Ian and Rafe stood to one side, watching. The guys grinned when they saw Olivia.
    “Umm, Devlin?” Melanie tried to get his attention, hoping to avoid a confrontation as she watched Devlin trying to move the female gently away.
    Olivia moved directly behind the woman, watching Devlin’s eyes go wide in shock when she grabbed the skank’s hair and jerked her backwards.
    Holding tightly, she put her mouth close to the woman’s ear. “Hey bitch, got a cold? Cause I know you can smell me all over him.” She threw the woman aside and grinned evilly when the tiny female stood and gulped, her eyes widening in fear as she looked up at Olivia.
    Turning, she ran into the crowd and out the door.
    Devlin slid his arms around her waist. “Baby, that was hot. Too bad y’all weren’t wearing bikinis and slathered in oil.”
    Olivia shrugged him off. “Old girlfriend? Want to tell me how many I’ll be running in to?”
    Devlin stuttered while his brothers laughed. “She was congratulating me on my mating.”
    “Next time a handshake will do, man whore,” she snarled.
    Devlin grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the dance floor before wrapping his arms around her stiff body. Holding her tight and barely swaying to the slow music, he spoke next to her ear. “My love, I’m a patient man, slow to anger and I’ll only explain myself once. I have not slept with the women in my pack, ever. Now, I do admit she was out of line, and I will gently explain to her why she should not touch a mated male. I’m sure she didn’t realize how inappropriate her behavior was.”
    Olivia snorted. “Seriously?” Shaking her head, she grabbed
his
wrist to pull him along this time. “ Come with me.”
    Arriving back at the pool table where Rafe and Ian were playing, she swept past them to stand before the table where Lisa and Melanie sat.
    “Devlin seems to think that ho’ did not know what she was doing. What do y’all think, ladies?” Crossing her arms, she waited a mere two seconds before both females started laughing. Ian and Rafe leaned against the edge of the pool table, smirking.
    “What? She wasn’t coming on to me!” Devlin exclaimed.
    Ian rested his hand on Devlin’s shoulder. “Baby bro, you may be a genius, but that answer just got you a big F. And not in a good way.”
    “Ian!” Melanie scolded.
    Lisa reached over and patted the seat next to hers, raising a brow until Devlin took the stool. “Hun, not all women are sugar and spice. While she played the sweet and innocent card when you could see her face, behind that smile was a femme fatale snake waiting to take a bite. I’ve seen her kind before, trust me. They’re all like, butter wouldn’t melt in their mouth when men are around, but to another woman? Biggest bitches you’ll ever meet.”
    “Okay, name me one woman that I know who behaves that way,” Devlin demanded.
    “Cindy,” Lisa snarled.
    That shut him up.
    “Who’s…?” Olivia started to ask, but stopped when she saw Rafe adamantly shake his head.
    “She was an old flame of Rafe’s. I’ll tell you about her later.” Devlin whispered in her head.
    Rafe stood behind Lisa’s stool and gripped her hips to swivel her seat around. “You’ve made your point darlin’, relax.” He nipped her bottom lip, stopping her growl with his own.
    “That sexy growl won’t shut me up, you know.” Lisa leaned back against the table and slid her hands underneath his tight T-shirt.
    Rafe pushed apart her thighs by stepping between them. “Baby, I know exactly how to shut you up.”
    “Bars closed!” They heard Hank shout from the front room.
    “Showtime,” Ian said, slapping both his brothers on the back as he passed.
    * * *
    Olivia leaned against the long, wooden bar surveying the room. With the houselights on and the music off, the silent dance floor beckoned to her. She saw herself in a high-waisted empress gown