Page 30 of Possessive Alpha

The second Ty steps into his bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of unfamiliar green sweatpants, I’m up off the edge of his bed, enraged.

I shove him against the wall beside his door, my wolf so furious I’m staring out at him through her eyes as claws prickle my fingertips. “I can’t believe you would just run off like that. You could have died.”

My voice breaks and I shove him again.

“Hey! I’m okay.” Gripping my wrist, he presses my back to the wall I shoved him against and nudges his door closed.

“I don’t care if you’re okay,” I snap.

But I’m doing a terrible job of pretending I don’t care because my eyes are filling with tears. “I thought you were hurt, you big, stupid alpha.”

“I’m okay,” he reassures me.

He could have died, and I just stood there.

How could I have stood there and done nothing to help him?

I sniff. “You’re an idiot.”

He uses his grip on my wrist to haul me closer. “I’m okay. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. You sent me away when I should have…” I choke back a sob.

“I’m okay, baby.” He frames my face with both hands and presses his forehead against mine. “I’m right here. Not a scratch on me. Just wanted you safe.”

It takes a long time before I regain control of the panic that made me sprint back to the house, burst into Jackson’s office, and speak about a million words in ten seconds.

Somehow, it was enough for Jackson to comprehend that something was wrong, get up from his desk, and order me to wait for Ty upstairs in his room.

It’s not surprising he would give me an order when I was literally falling apart.

I don’t know where Clara was—still don’t—because I was a mess. If I’d had to wait for Ty for much longer than the five minutes I did, I’d have ignored Jackson’s order, shifted, and gone after Ty myself.

I wouldn’t have found him because I was not in the right frame of mind.

“You’re okay.” I run my hands over him, needing to make sure he’s not hurt. “Promise?”

I should use my nose. Or at least trust my nose because there’s no tang of blood in the air. Just the faint scent of male sweat and Ty. That’s it. He’s not bleeding. Not hurt. But it’s so hard to believe it.

Why is that?

He steps closer, slides his arms around me, and gives me the sweetest, most perfect hug I’ve ever had in my life. “I’m okay, sweetheart. Your mate is safe, unhurt, and in your arms.”

I don’t even try to stop myself from hugging him right back. My toes rise so I’m standing on the tips, stretching deeper into him. It’s not only the woman who needs touch. My wolf needs this as much as I do.

“What happened? I went to get Jackson, and he told me to wait for you here.”

He kisses my shoulder. “My wolf went on alert. I had to investigate why.”

“Mine didn’t.”

He squeezes me even tighter, releasing a contented sigh. “I’m an alpha, sweetheart, and I led a pack before. Something wasn’t right, and I had to figure out what it was.”

He led a pack?

“But you’re okay?” I search him for signs he is.

Any other time, I’d ask about this pack he led and why he left to become a well digger, but a bigger part of me wants to cling to Ty like this forever.

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