Page 73 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

“You should be in bed.”

I bared my canines at him in response.

“You don’t dictate my life,” I growled. “I have training with West today and?—”

“No, you don’t,” Alexander interrupted me, his voice full of way too much satisfaction. “I spoke to my sister when she dropped by earlier. Your ‘training’ has been put on hold until you’re fully healed.”

What?

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I didn’t see Seraphina earlier.”

Alexander shrugged flippantly.

“You needed your rest. You still do.”

It was how casually he spoke that made me snap.

How could he decide that one of the very few friends I had in this pack couldn’t see me because he thought I “needed my rest?”

“You controlling asshole! I decide what I need, not you.” I stabbed my index finger into his chest. “You had absolutely no right to send Seraphina away or stop my training.”

Alexander didn’t even flinch.

“For me, your health takes precedence over everything else.”

His words might have sounded sweet, if it weren’t for the dry tone that conveyed how tedious looking after me felt to him.

My hands balled into fists at my sides.

“You asshole,” I snarled again, but he was no longer looking at me.

Following his gaze, I saw a pack warrior approaching us. He was vaguely familiar—one of the wolves who guarded our house under Alexander’s command.

Alexander’s gaze flickered back to me.

“Gerard will escort you home, where you will rest until the celebrations tonight,” he informed me.

This man’s audacity was simply off the charts. Did he think he could just order me around and I’d blindly obey?

“And if I refuse?” I demanded. “Will you throw me over your shoulder and carry me there against my will?”

Dark amusement flickered to life in those icy blue depths.

“As tempting as that sounds,” Alexander crooned, somehow making the word “tempting” sound dirtier than it already did, “I will not beforciblytaking you anywhere.”

I rolled my eyes, barely able to restrain my irritation.

What on earth had possessed me to ever worry about the safety of this asshat while he’d been at war?

“Let’s try this,” he said conversationally. “Since you’ve been training and obviously don’t need any rest whatsoever, land one hit on me. Just one. Then I’ll reinstate your training and let you go wherever you want.”

I eyed Alexander suspiciously. Those terms were almost too good to be true. There had to be a trick in there somewhere.

I’d watched his fight with Dylan, and I clearly remembered how easily Alexander had crushed him before giving up the fight in the last moments. I knew I couldn’t win against him, even if I weren’t recovering from an attack.

But Alexander wasn’t asking me to win.

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