Page 43 of Never Submit

My furious pacing takes me right past Noble’s room, and through the closed door, I hear moans and sighs and?—

I’m not thinking when I kick open the door. The woman screams. It’s cut off abruptly, and I blink in the dim light, making out Noble’s familiar bedroom.

“What the fuck is going on here?” My voice is a terrible lash of sound.

Noble rears his head, his eyes wide before they narrow, startled at the intrusion. Chastised, like he should have known I was here.

And he should. As my beta, it’s his business to know.

Ren squeals and reaches between them to dragsomething across her chest. Her bra has been pushed up above her tits, the shirt off.

“What’s the matter?” I taunt. “Don’t I get ahello?”

“Torin—” Noble starts.

My gaze flicks between them, from Ren to Noble and back again, my insides crowding with darkness. I take them in. How her white legs wrap around Noble’s slender hips, and it’s obvious his cock is still inside of her.

“Shit.” Fingers clenched, I storm off, seeing nothing but black edging my vision. It’s not my fucking business what they do. They’re mates. I’m engaged.

I chose Catarina. Lust is one thing, so is obsession. But I don’t do that other fucking shit. It isn’t in my playbook for domination of my part of the fucking world.

I want Ren, but I don’t want her as my mate.Do I?

“Torin, stop.”

Ren’s sweet voice calls after me, and between my heavy stomps, I make out the much lighter scurry of her footsteps following me.

“What are you doing?” she asks. “Why are you acting this way? What’s wrong?”

Her presence beats silken fists of desire against my mind, demanding me to let her in. to give her a glimpse inside me.

There’s no way in hell I want her around. Not right now. Not ever.

I thunder into my office again only to have Ren follow. I disappear through the second door, into the billiard room, the walls lined with more bookshelves and more booze. A long light glows above the green felt table.

“Talk to me.”

“Go back to youractivities,Ms. Wexler.” My nostrils flare, my vision turnsblacker yet.

Fury.

I catch sight of myself in the mercury glass of the old bar, my hair mussed, an inexcusable amount of stubble dotting my chin.

“What’s with the formalities? I thought we were past that.”

“It's your name, isn't it?”

She blinks. “Okay, Mr. Asshole. But I know something’s wrong with you, and I want to know what.”

“I'm perfectly fine.”

Noble follows, and he’s got his pants on at least, tented in the front with the erection he’s still sporting, and the belt undone. “Ren, baby, come on. Come back to the room.”

She only widens her stance, like she’s not going anywhere.

Her shirt’s back on, unbuttoned, and her bra’s in place but the beautiful new wolf tattoo is on full display along her stomach and side. The yoga pants sit snug across her hips and come down in a low v at her waist. Christ, what a picture, and all that dark hair… She’s got the recently-fucked look perfected.

I hate it.

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