Page 108 of Rogue Games

“If she’s not your Luna, then I’m not your alpha. You can find another pack to go to.”

The two men scramble to take their words back, but Dean continues to speak over them.

“There are plenty of alpha’s here that might take you in. Or maybe not once I have a word with them. Then let's see if you’re so high and mighty when you’re sleeping on the streets.” He turns away. “I’ll let you decide. You can apologise to Jamie by sundown or fuck off somewhere else.”

Suitably chastened, they bow their heads to me.

“Apologies, Luna.”

“Sorry ma’am.”

We don’t need any more drama around here. I nod, accepting their apology, and Dean pulls me protectively to his side.

“Where’s Wyatt?” Dean repeats, staring at Callum, letting him know he expects him to spill the beans.

Callum rubs the back of his neck before sighing and pointing out to the far side of the field, where Wyatt’s big frame is visible, standing a head above the spectators surrounding him.

“He’s been in terrible form since you were hurt. I thought now that you’re awake he’d be okay, but he’s getting worse. I’ve no idea what’s gotten into him, but if he starts a fight with someone, or someone starts one with him and he ends it, we’ll have to kick him out.”

Squinting, I stare at my brother. His shoulders are tense, and his brow is furrowed. He’s not happy about something.

Damn it. Is it my fault? He hasn’t had the best preparation with all my antics.

“I’ll talk to him and see if I can figure out what’s up with him.”

He has a big crowd gathered around, curious about the mysterious rogue. Maybe that’s what’s bothering him. Wyatt was never one for being the centre of attention. But he needs to get over it if he wants to win. Being an alpha means that someone’s always watching you. If he can’t handle a few spectators, how will he handle an entire pack watching his every move?

DEAN: He’ll be fine. I’m sure he’ll be back to himself once it all kicks off again, and you’re there to support him.

Nodding, I squeeze Dean’s hand and squash the feeling of unease inside me.

JAMIE: What’s wrong?

WYATT: Nothing. Good to see he let you back out, Sis, I was getting worried you were locked in that cabin again.

JAMIE: Don’t change the subject. Why do you look like you swallowed a wasp?

WYATT: No reason.

JAMIE: But…

WYATT: Leave it, Jamie.

Dean sees my stunned face.

Me and Wyatt rarely argue, and it’s always playful. This is different. He’s really pissed off.

I watch Wyatt as he stares at a nearby group of she-wolves. Unlike last time, there will be more than just one woman in the next round. Alpha females, from some of the strongest families, have turned up to show how well they can keep up with the boys.

Wyatt scowls, dragging a hand through his hair and storms off. Ryan Williams stands off to the side, laughing, an ugly smile on his smug face. I hate that guy.

I can’t tell from here who Wyatt was staring at. I need to get closer.

“Let him go. We’ll find him later,” Dean whispers, sensing my agitation. As his hand skims lower, settling over the curve of my ass, my cheeks heat. Not from embarrassment at the public display of affection, but at the need I feel unfurling inside me already.

I grin up at him and hold his hungry stare.

JAMIE: Let’s go.

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