Chapter 30

Selene

The way that Phoenix played the role of both protector and investigator, helping us to thoroughly check the house had my thighs clenching, although right now, I should be scared out of my mind.

Some psychopath stole both my birth control and B.O.B. It must have been a sick prank of something; those are the weirdest, most random items to take from someone's house, and considering there's a jar in my closet containing $500, this wasn't some random break in.

Phoenix is still staring at me, his eyes storming with rage and jealousy.

Okay, this is hot, but I'm too embarrassed to answer his question.

He raises a demanding eyebrow. "Well?"

Makayla bursts out laughing. "It stands for "Battery Operated Boyfriend."

Fuck. I feel my cheeks blossom with heat, and I just want to disappear into the floor.

"If I were you Selene, I would start a fucking riot right now. Wasn't that thing like $100?" she asks, astonished.

"Yes," I whisper.

If Phoenix wasn't here I would definitely be pissed, but with him standing in my room, I can't think of anything but wanting to stop talking about this.

Phoenix chuckles, lifting the tension in the room. "What's wrong, little wolf? Are you embarrassed right now?" he teases, tilting his head to the side.

"A little," I admit in a small voice. "But not because I had one, just that some creep took it and I had to explain what it was."

"Eww, I can't imagine any sane person wanting to steal someone's vibrator when they know where it's been. This guy is disgusting," Makayla points out, grimacing.

She's right. I can't even think of a person who could so such a thing. And the weird slut-shaming note that was left under my pillow creeps me the fuck out. It's like whoever he is doesn't want me to have any kind of sexual pleasure at all, and thinks stealing my birth control and vibrator will stop it.

I must really have a stalker, and this time, it isn't Phoenix.

Sensing the tension in my body, Phoenix strides over and crushes me against his broad chest. "Shh, little wolf. I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you," he coos soothingly. "I'll make sure you feel safe again."

His touch is so soothing, I just let into him. I see Makayla smile out of the corner of my eye. I know we're going to have a lot to discuss later, starting with where she was tonight. I hope she doesn't think I forgot about that little part.

"What's going to happen?" I ask in a whisper. "Like are we going to have to get some extra security around here or something? Hire bodyguards for ourselves? Obviously the locks on the door didn't do shit to stop him from breaking in."

Phoenix scoffs. "What the hell are you talking about? Neither of you are staying here. Go pack your bags so we can leave."

What?

I gape at him, asking him just that. "What?"

She stares back at me evenly. "Go. Pack. Your. Shit. Now."

I want to tell him no, that we'll just be careful from now on, but I'm still shaken up from what just happened. So, I step out of his arms and pull a luggage bag out of my closet.

This is only for a few days, I tell myself as I begin packing a few outfits and my essentials.

Phoenix leans against the wall, still looking devastatingly handsome in his tux. "I was talking to you too, Makayla," he says sternly.

Makayla looks shocked, giving him a "who are you talking to" face. "What? Why are you so worried about me? This guy is obviously stalking Selene, not me," she retorts.

Phoenix scowls at her. "That doesn't mean he won't come back here looking for her and end up hurting you. By the way he broke into the house, this motherfucker has no boundaries and we still don't know what his intentions were. I'm going to get both of you out of here and move you to somewhere safe, understood?"

Her face shifts to a "well damn" expression and she immediately goes to her room to pack.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door and I jump. Who the hell is that and why are they here so late at night?

"It's just my uncle," Phoenix mumbles as he disappears downstairs. A moment later, he returns with Uncle Luke, his expression mixed with both concern and anger. Between the two of them, the air has become thick with their menacing auras.

The intruder was smart to not stick around after he stole my VERY personal belongings. I'm sure Phoenix and his uncle would've taken turns beating his ass. No, there's no doubt in my mind they would've killed him. Phoenix doesn't seem like the kind of guy to believe in the justice system.

Makayla comes back into my room a minute later with two full bags. Her eyes widen when she sees Phoenix's uncle. "What's he doing here?" she asks through mind-link.

I shrug. "I assume Phoenix told him and he came to help."

"I don't know how comfortable I am with him being here. You know, with the fact that he might be my father and all that."

"I understand, but I don't think they're giving us an option at this point. We might actually be in danger, Kayla. Besides, maybe we can get some answers. Make sure you bring those pictures you showed me of him and your mom. If he tries to deny he might be your father, we'll call him out on it."

She nods. "You're right, and I will go grab them."

"Enough chit-chat, ladies. It's time to go," Phoenix demands in that sexy, gravelly voice of his.

I roll my eyes, smirking. "Yes, Sir."

Phoenix scowls at me, but I can see the amusement swirling in his gaze. it seems that despite the serious situation, we still can't fight the sexual tension between us. That terrifies me more than the slut-shaming psychopath that snuck into our house ever could.