Page 18 of Cruel Alpha Daddy

“You’re fucking delusional,” I mutter.

“No, I think you are!” Tobias yells. “I’m sick of your cowardly, pissant ways. Where’s this luna of yours? Why didn’t you bring her down with you? My boys are still hungry for her, you know.”

“Be careful, Tobias,” I growl.

“Why?” Tobias laughs. “So far, you don’t even have the guts to take her yourself. These mountain weddings should be consummated immediately, and I can tell by the scent of you that you haven’t fucked her yet. Maybe she’s too feisty for you? All the more reason to let us tenderize her.”

My fury is so hot I can barely see. My hands are clenched into tight fists as I stare at Tobias.

He takes a step towards me and leans forward, talking so quietly that I have to strain to hear him.

“Almost sank it right into her this morning,” he whispers. “Her soft crack was right there at the end of me. I could feel her squirming on my cock, ready for me to stab her with it. I think she kinda wanted me to.”

The world around me blurs, and only Tobias is in focus. I leap towards him so fast that I don’t even feel myself move. My hands wrap around his throat as I crash into him, and both of us hit the floor.

He’s bigger and heavier than me, so when he throws his weight to the side, we roll across the floor of the bar. He comes out on top and punches me in the face, but I manage to flick my leg up and throw him off me.

We both jump to our feet and begin to circle. I can feel blood dripping from my nose, but I ignore it, keeping my eyes on Tobias.

When he finally leaps, I step forward, ready to use the momentum to throw him on the ground, but at the last second, I see a knife in his hand. Twisting out of the way, I barely stay free of the blade.

Tobias lunges for me again, and I grab his arm, squeezing it until he lets go of the knife. We struggle against each other fora few seconds, growling and glaring as we twist and wrestle. I gather my strength and shove into him as hard as I can, making him stumble and fall to the floor.

I grab a chair and bring it down on his head. It breaks, so I take one of the sturdy legs and belt Tobias with it, over and over again. The first hit must have stunned him, and by now, he’s definitely unconscious.

Stop, or you’ll kill him!

I don’t fucking care if I do.

Something hits me from behind, and I smash into the floor, a heavy weight on top of me. An arm goes around my throat, and I see darkness creeping into the edges of my vision. I manage to struggle free and start wrestling with the person on my back, finally managing to roll away and stand up.

In front of me, Russ, Gage, Jace, and Dave have formed a line next to Tobias’s unconscious body. Russ has a broken bottle in his hand, and they begin to advance on me.

“Bring it on, fuckers,” I mutter, crouching down a little, ready to spring.

“Yeah, bring it on!” a loud voice calls from behind me.

I look around, surprised to see quite a few pack members have taken my side. Scotty and Frank are there, both of them wielding pool cues. On either side of them are a couple of other wolves I hadn’t noticed before, all of them backing me up.

When I turn around, the guys are backing away. Russ grabs Tobias’s shoulders and starts dragging him along with them.

“Go, now,” I growl at them. “I won’t kick you out of the pack yet, because I believe everyone deserves redemption,but you are extremely close to being torn apart by your own brothers. Do you understand?”

“We hear you,” Russ growls.

But even though they appear to agree with me, I can tell by the looks on their faces that this is far from over.

Chapter 8 - Fiona

After Rider leaves, I lay down on the old bed and cry. It’s dusty and dirty, but I don’t give a damn. I’ve never been so miserable in my entire life, and my confusion over my feelings for Rider has left me feeling incredibly sick.

My stomach lurches and twists. The kiss was electric, being in his arms was a thrill I thought I’d never feel again. What a horrible realization to have—that I never actually got over him but just buried the feelings as deeply as I could and pretended they went away.

Sobs begin to tear through me, so powerful that my lungs burn as if I’m being held underwater. I hate this situation, but part of me wishes Rider would come back and put his arms around me again.

Even after everything that’s happened, he still feels like home.

The memory of our last night together in Delta comes back to me, and the pain running through me increases tenfold.

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