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In that instant, I knew I’d do anything to keep her safe, to cherish her, to claim her as my own. She was my world, and I was hers, bound by something far greater than mere chance but the anger was just as strong.

“Zion…” Xander spoke calmly until I shifted my eyes from her and locked on his.

“Give me the gotdamn key or I’ll rip that muthafuckin’ cage apart. Your choice.”

“No…” Lazar moved beside Xander as if asserting his position. “Stand the fuck down and that’s not a request, Zion. It’s a demand from your Alpha.”

My wolf was going ballistic to the point where I felt cagey. My eyes blazed and I narrowed them on my brother. I snarled and stood my ground, muscles coiled tightly, every instinct screaming for battle. I locked eyes with my brothers, first Lazar, then Xander, as a low growl rumbled in my throat. Primal energy surged through me, demanding respect and dominance.

My jaw clenched, teeth bared, but each breath that moved through my lungs steadied my resolve. The scent of challenge hung heavy in the air but I would not back down.

I took a step forward, and so did Lazar, but Xander held out his arm to block him. They shared a look before he spoke.

“I know you feel that, Laz. Give him the key.”

Mirroring my stance, Lazar stood tall, muscles coiled to a painful degree, exuding an aura of raw power and dominance but he relented when I should have. Alpha or not, before anything he was my brother, my blood. He conceded, reached into his pocket, and handed over the key.

CHAPTER EIGHT

NESSAH

Oh fuck, now I had three angry Alphas glaring at me and the worst of all was the one who just entered the room.

And he knows. How could he not? There’s no denying this pull.

I could feel the heat radiating off him. A storm brewing behind his blazing eyes. His anger jolted in the air between us, electrifying and intoxicating, but fuck he was beautiful and sexy.

It stirred something within. A yearning that tightened with every heartbeat. My wolf felt it too. She was erratic and raging with the need to connect. I shouldn’t have wanted him this way, not when his fury was so palpable, but the pull was undeniable. God, it was much worse than others had described. More than I could remotely process. My wolf recognized what this meant even in the chaos of his anger and my emotions.

“Leave.” Zion’s deep tenor roared through the air and my eyes quickly locked on his brothers, almost pleading. Xander’s brows pinched in conflict but Lazar settled into a cocky grin that forced chills down my spine. Zion was prepared to fuck me senseless at the same time he was prepared to rip me apart limb by limb and Lazar seemed to be rooting for the latter of the two.

Seconds later, he and Xander were gone and I heard the clang of metal meeting metal. The door closed. We were in here, together, alone. It was just him and me, a battlefield of unspoken words and chaos wrapped into confusion as to how we got here.

I could taste the tension, thick and sweet, and my heart thrummed in a rhythm that matched his. Even in his anger, I saw the flicker of something deeper. A connection that tugged at my very soul and his.

“What’s your name?”

“Nessah.”

“You’re friends with Mina?”

Damnit. I could lie but he would likely know.

“Not friends…” His eyes flared and I quickly added, “She’s my cousin.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Not long. Just a few hours.”

The veins in his neck throbbed and his eyes, a fierce shade of amber rimmed in red, blazed with an intensity that could shred me to pieces.

“Not inhere. I mean with my pack.” The low growl of his voice vibrated off my skin, creating a feeling of pure torture.

“A while.” If I was specific, he would know, but my evasiveness only further pissed him off. Zion moved with long paces, crossing the room, unlocking the cage and stepping inside. His nostrils flared and his chin lifted. He knew but he still demanded that I confirm.

“How long?”

“I got here right before you left.”

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