Page 25 of Stuck With His Mate

“Yeah. It’s fucked.”

“I know. They were probably the same ones who took our families from us.” I spit out, resentment thickening my voice until it is almost hard for the words to escape.

“I am worried for her.” I confess. “Being with me is the most dangerous position any woman can be in. If it came down to it, the rogues would target her just because she is my mate.”

“I think I’d be happier if Sierra was my mate instead.” I laugh bitterly, continuing my soliloquy. “Angelina is nothing like Sierra. She doesn’t know anything about the way we live or what it means to be an alpha’s mate.”

“If it was Sierra I could trust her to follow orders and run the moment things got dicey, but Angelina, she’s too loyal. Too headstrong. Too much of herself, and I love every bit of that. I love her for all the reasons that could get her killed!” My voice raises at the end of my rant.

“Well alpha, you’ve done a lot of bitching, but not enough problem solving.” Lake pans out, and if he wasn’t my friend since before we could walk, and I didn’t encourage free speech from my lieutenants, I would be pummeling the stuffing out of him right now.

“What do you want to do now? How do you keep her safe?” He asks, and thoughts fly through my head at the speed of light.

My thinking is cut short when my phone beeps; I never leave a room without it within range of my hands. There’s an invasion of no less than 20 rogues on the eastern front and I need to be there immediately. I dash into my house to get everything I need.

As I step into the living room, I find a livid Angelina. I had rarely seen her pissed, but right now she looked like she could murder me without batting an eye.

“You’re a fucking bastard you know that?”

“What are you talking about baby?”

“What’s the point? The reason? Why have you been with me, touched me, held me as I cried, made love to me if this is how you really feel?” She screams, and for the life of me, I had absolutely no clue what she was saying.

“You're not making any sense Angelina. Honestly, I know you’re in grief right now, but I have to go, there’s something going on and I need to be there.”

My phone beeps again and I glance at it, noting that the number of rogues attacking had swelled to an even thirty. This is so fucked!

“Leave if you want, come morning I’m going back to my dorm. I know what to do when the full moon comes. I don’t need you or all this shit. I honestly don’t.” She says, and I see red.

She has no idea how dangerous it is to be alone out there smelling like me. She has no clue how much danger she would be putting everybody around her.

Rogues could track her by her scent alone, and lay waste to everyone around her even if they can’t get their hands on her.

I open my mouth to speak, knowing I would regret everything I say, but right now, I have no control over how much fear her words fill me with.

“That is the absolute dumbest thing I have ever heard in my fucking life! You are staying right here Angelina! Right here! Until I come back and we can actually have a fucking discussion instead of this shouting match.”

I should have ended it there but I didn't.

“Just so you know, you’re not going back to that college. You are my mate, and you’ll stay with me, here, where I can keep you safe.” I finish, almost out of breath from all the yelling.

I head to my bedroom, getting dressed as quickly and efficiently as possible. I holster my weapons and get ready to leave.

“I am not the mate you want. Maybe you should look for her before you come back.” Angelina says as I walk out the door, sprinting to my vehicle, and all I can do is wonder what brought this on.

This was nothing but pure madness.

Somehow, we had gotten outflanked by a new group of rogues, and somewhere in this madness one of my sentinels fell, his throat gouged out.

I make a point to relieve that particular one of its head.

There were so many of them that I knew for certain that these weren’t newly changed rogues. They moved with a certain fluidity and speed I hadn’t encountered before, dodging sword strokes from my very experienced hand.

“Liem! What the fuck are these things?” Elijah shouts his question, shaggy hair swinging wildly as he jumps back from a swipe meant to disembowel him.

As a group we prepare to take on the last eight rogues left. These ones had coordinated the others, and like the one that had killed Dwight, these ones were faster and stronger than the others, moving with speed on par with our rangers.

It didn’t make them impossible to kill as the last one had found out; it only made our jobs harder.

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