Page 127 of Ruled By The Alpha

I go immediately to my office, dialing Mitchell once more. Ansel answers quickly. “Get Mitchell right the fuck now. Something’s happened.” Ansel grumbles but tells me to hold. I hear a myriad of strange bleeps and bloops before my brother’s voice booms on the other end of the line. “Alistair, brother, how are yo–,”

“I fucked Evangeline in the garage, Mitchell,” I roar into the headset, pacing my office. Anger dumps adrenaline into my system as I grit my teeth in frustration.

There’s a moment of silence before Mitchell snorts into the phone. “And was Evangeline into this, or…,”

“I didn’t ask,” I snap.

“You… didn’t ask? That’s not exactly consent.”

“She wanted to,” I clarify, rubbing my face. “That’s not the issue. I’m having strange… urges.”

Mitchell scoffs again. “Sounds like you just took care of it? Not sure how I can help.”

“This was different,” I reiterate. “I’ve been avoiding fucking her since she started working here, but I’ve always wanted to. Tonight? Tonight Icould nothelp myself, and what’s more… I didn’t want to stop. I felt… out of control, Mitchell.”

“Hang on,” my brother commands, before starting up a muffled conversation in the background. I huff as he speaks with someone, but my blood chills when he comes back. “My seer, Samson, says you’re probably going into a rut. I haven’t experienced this yet, but if it’s anything like an omega’s heat, it’ll be extraordinarily intense.”

Seer? Rut?“What else does he know about it? How do I stop it?”

“Stop it? You bite, fuck and knot her within an inch of her life, make her come a thousand times, and bask in being bonded. Congratulations on finding an omega, brother.”

“You’ve missed the point. I don’t want that,” I bark out.

“Give it a chance,” he counters, his voice stern. “Samson’s always right, and he says if you’re having these urges now, you’ll be in full rut in a day. And she’s likely suffering too.”

“She’s suffering?” I don’t like that. Her fear, her pain? They’re turn ons for me in the heat of the moment. But her suffering through the ache of desire doesn’t sit well with me.

“Let me know how it goes,” Mitchell replies, barely restrained glee in his voice. I can hear his mate Alice in the background. She says, “Don’t worry; it’ll be fun.”

“How is Alice?” I ask. I could attempt to be polite. It’s what I’m told I should do.

“She’s good, she–,”

“Great. Bye.” I hang up the phone and look at the clock. I’ve shot my schedule to absolute shit. Before I do anything else, I need to process what I just did.

Chapter 7

Evangeline

Well, I’m fucked. Literally, figuratively. In all the possible ways. I don’t know what happened to me, or why Alistair came down to the garage when heneverdoes. But what we did after that? That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had. He was dominant and rough and possessive, all the things I like in a partner. But he’s my boss. And as soon as we finished, he ran. That doesn’t bode well.

I’m still up against the side of the car, frozen, replaying the last quarter hour. There’s a throbbing ache between my thighs, both from satisfaction and a pressing desire for more. Plus, the bites on my neck hurt. Reaching up tentatively, I feel sticky blood.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, I stomp to the carriage house and shower, changing fast. I go back to the car and clean it as best I can before hauling the groceries up to the main house and unpacking them.

I bring Alistair lunch, but he’s not in his office. When I return with dinner, he’s there, but the lunch is uneaten. His brow furrows when I step into the room. Green eyes flick to me and narrow as his nostrils widen. He leans forward in his chair, intent on me the way a predator might be, and it causes my nipples to pebble and my breath to shorten.

Alistair pulls gracefully to a stand, all muscular strength as he crosses the office, his steps lazy and unhurried, his gazefocused. He never pulls his gaze from mine, and once a-fucking-gain, I coat my thighs in slick. I’m going to have to quit this damn job.

“Evangeline, we have a problem,” he offers, stopping in front of me.

“We do,” I agree. It’s the truth. I don’t know how to fix this visceral reaction to him. And he can’t stop how drawn he is to me.

“Sit down. We’ll talk.” He nods to a chair just behind him. I sit as he directed, crossing my legs as my heart gallops in my chest.

Alistair follows, sitting on the edge of his desk and crossing his arms over his chest, frowning. Oh God. There’s an enormous, telltale bulge at the front of his pants, and when I look at it, I get wet and sloppy between the thighs. He sucks in a pained breath. “I’m going into a rut, Evangeline. Apparently, it’s something alphas do. That’s why this is happening.”

“A rut? Like a wild animal?” It’s the wrong thing to say, because he snarls immediately, snapping angry teeth at me.

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