She wasn’t a small woman by most standards. This Vix was about the same height as Morgan, but curled up like this…she looked fucking tiny. Mylo froze when he realized he was tucking the fur blanket up higher over her bare feet.
He snatched his hand back like he’d been burned and ignored the snarl of protest from his tiger.
Sickening.
Before she could make him do something else he couldn’t fucking stand, he turned on his heel and followed the trail of irritation and conflict into the alpha’s bedroom, which was empty.
Tucking his hands into his pants pockets, he walked over to the bathroom door where he’d left her and all her delicious skin a few hours ago. The sound of squeaking made his eye twitch, but otherwise Mylo kept his expression blank and his scent free of emotion.
He leaned against the doorframe to watch his alpha cleaning the glass wall in the bathroom in nothing but a pair of black pants. Mylo raised an eyebrow and ignored the scents lingering in this godforsaken cavern.
There were water droplets on the glass wall and all Samuel’s precious soaps were disorganized. A robe and towel were on the floor near the sink, along with combs, brushes, and the same dryer he used on Rune.
Chaos.
It made Mylo’s hands tremble as he resisted the urge to cackle and indulge in the mess she’d left behind – the mess that had Samuel ready to tear his hair out no doubt. Or her throat.
If things became disorganized…
Well, that monster under his alpha’s skin was a lot worse than the one slamming against Mylo’s blood and bones, roaring to be let out when he scented a tiny hint of desire.
She’d done something to fuck with Samuel’s head, and he had to know what it was. If she’d touched his alpha without consent, he’d rip every finger from her that she’d used to do so. Once that was done, he’d make her earn them back by cutting off the others herself.
Then the scars on her fingers would match his.
“Is there a reason you aren’t wearing a shirt?” Mylo asked, shifting his attention back to Samuel.
“She took it from me.”
That made no logical sense.
How could that woman, who was nearly a foot shorter than him, justtakean alpha’s shirt?
He watched Samuel kneel down to clean the bottom of the glass wall. It was soveryfascinating to see his ears were a bit red.
“She took it?”
“Stole it off my back,” Samuel snarled, whirling around once the glass was clean.
His eyes were glowing gold.
Mylo felt that sharp grin return and he could almost taste the blood as it was carved into his face. “Did she?”
What had she done to force Sammy’s tiger so close to the surface? Their alpha was always so careful to appear human – as non-threatening as possible, and yet his eyes were glowing gold and were those canines in his mouth?
Mylo narrowed his eyes, wondering if he’d have to remove her fingers after all.
Then his alpha sighed and pink bloomed on his cheeks. That was…different.
Mylo watched as he started organizing the bottles next, putting them back where they belonged so the sun would shine through the curved glass and paint this dark cave with colorful light.
“Fine, she didn’t steal it,” Samuel muttered, turning the one with a diamond pattern just so. “She wanted it…so I gave it to her.”
That explained how she was wearing a shirt that smelled like the alpha when Samuel was so very meticulous with his scent. He preferred to keep it to himself, just like Mylo.
And yet, they’d both given it to her.
It wasn’t enough evidence to tell him what he needed to know, but it was definitely concerning.