Page 6 of A Merry Misfit Christmas

I fucking lose it.

A rumble starts low in my belly and steadily gathers power until a massive roar launches from my throat. The fucking walls shake with the magnitude as I stomp toward Spike.

My pres looks up from where he’s sitting at the bar, slinging back a shot of whiskey. His dark gaze slides over me and then turns back to the bar, dismissing me as if I’m not a threat. It pisses me off more, and I roar again, picking up a chair and tossing it out of my way. The wood splinters as it crashes into a nearby wall.

Brothers move out of my way. A few seem amused. Others want to watch the show.

“You don’t want to do this,” Spike says calmly.

Yeah, I do. Rational thought is gone. Only fury remains. “You were withmyfemale.” My nose lifts, inhaling, knowing, fuckingknowingthat his fingers touched what belongs to me. “You touched my mate!”

My brothers freeze in place around the bar, and a few jaws drop open. They don’t have a fucking clue.

“Callie is MINE!” I yell, shoving a pool table so hard it slides across the hardwood floor and slams into a billiard rack. Pool cues and sticks scatter across the floor.

“VP,” Spike warns.

Nope. I don’t want to hear it. “You. Touched. Her.”

A sigh leaves his lips before he stands and faces me. “Is Callie your mate?”

The question is ridiculous to my bear. He’s so fucking angry he snarls. “YES!”

“I didn’t know that when I met Callie.”

“Mine,” I say through clenched teeth.

Spike shrugs. “Never said I wanted her, Kodiak.”

“Never said you don’t,” I growl.

He flashes me a grin. “No. I didn’t.”

My bear growls as if my pres is denying my claim on Callie.Fucking dragon.

“Get your head on straight, VP. I shook her hand. That’s fucking it.”

Before I can think it through, I’m charging toward him. I can feel the shift in my body. The crackle on my spine that comes before the bear takes over, a lightning strike that zips over my skin in warning. He’s about to tear apart the whole fucking bar.

That’s when I realize I’m not just pissed. I’mjealous. Jealous because Spike sat and spoke to her when she stomped off and glared at me. Jealous that he got to touch her when she recoiled after I spilled her drink all over her sweater. My shoulders roll, and my neck pops as I try to wrangle my bear and the rage controlling us both.

“Callie ismymate. MINE,” I repeat. My bear likes to hear those words. He wants everyone to know. If he had his way, I would roar it from one end of Yukon Bluff to the other.

I’m about a foot from Spike, puffing out my chest and snarling like an uncontrollable beast.

“Calm the fuck down, Kodiak.” Smoke leaves his nostrils and curls around his face, poofing in a cloud that circles our heads. “Don’t fuck with the dragon.”

“Don’t poke the fucking bear,” I growl back.

The left corner of his mouth twitches. We’re more alike than both of us will ever admit. Stubborn as fuck too. “Callie needs help.Your mateneeds help.”

Those words throw a bucket of ice water on the wildfire of my fury. “Is she in trouble?”

“No, but she’s asking the club to help give the kids at Mercy Falls Refuge a merry Christmas. She needs a Santa.” He slaps ahand on my shoulder. “I’ll tell her she can expect you to deliver the toys to the kids.”

“Thefuck?” Spike has to be joking.

“You. Santa. Just need a beard, a suit, and a jolly ho-ho-ho.” A grin spreads across his face so wide I know he isn’t fucking with me. He’s serious.

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