Page 67 of Hunny and the Bear

“You’re not Hunny’s anything.” Tank’s voice boomed around the room. His throat stung from the effort, but he didn’t give a damn. He’d shout those fucking words until his voice box gave out, if only to watch the look of rage crossing Jason’s face like it did right at that moment.

Jason pushed to his feet, his face turning a deep shade of red. “You think she gives a fuck about you? She’s pregnant with my fucking pup—”

Tank grinned, flashing sharp canines. He hoped the wolf never found out Hunny was carrying multiple kits. He’d never divulge the truth to this slimy dick. “Make no mistake, wolf, Hunny and that kit growing in her belly are mine. Not yours.Mine.” He stood as well, hoping like hell Jason would take a swing at him. This pathetic male needed to be put in his place, and if it wasn’t out of deference to Murphy, Tank would have made the first move by now. He would have beat him black and blue for the pain he had caused Hunny.

“You motherfuck—”

“My sister is gone!” Ben yelled roughly, snarling at each person in the room. “I don’t give a fuck about whatever bullshit this is. We know you’ve taken her, and we want her back!” When the female reached out to touch him, he jerked his arm away from her. “Fuck off, Angela.” She frowned, dropping her hand.

“Maybe she left your pack,” Colter added. “Wouldn’t be the first time a female tried to escape you all, I’m sure.” Angela flinched like she’d been struck, averting her gaze from everyone in the room, and Colter frowned.

“You’ll give me back my mate, or there will be hell to pay,” Jason spat, his words laced with venom. He glared hard at Tank. “I know you have her.”

“For the last time, my clan has done nothing to Natasha,” Murphy responded calmly. “My answer hasn’t changed since we spoke over the phone. If she tried to enter our territory thenwhatever other wolf intruded was likely responsible for what happened to her. I’m sorry, but that’s the truth.”

“Why was she even around our territory to begin with?” Tank asked gruffly. “The only reason she’d have to come near would be to finish what she’d started with Hunny.”

And for that alone, if he found her, he’d kill her.

Jason rolled his eyes. “Natasha knows better.”

“She didn’t before,” Murphy pointed out, remaining cool-headed despite how heated this meeting had gotten. “And if we find her on our land, attempting to harm a member of our clan, you won’t need to make vague threats of war to get a rise out of me, wolf. I’ll come after you myself.”

With that, Jason rose abruptly, storming from the room, his group of wolves trailing after him. Kenneth was the last one to leave, but he stopped by the counter before he did so, leaning over and saying something to Nessa. The words were so low Tank couldn’t hear, but Nessa didn’t look too worried as she sent him a shy smile.

Regardless, Murphy’s calm demeanor melted away as he watched them talk, anger radiating from him in waves as he practically charged up to the counter. Kenneth left through the front door before the Alpha arrived, chuckling lightly as he went.

“What did he say to you?” Murphy asked aggressively, rounding on Nessa and planting his hands on the countertop. His fingers smudged the glass, and she scowled.

“That he’d love to take me out for coffee.”

“He asked you out on a date?” Murphy asked, brows snapping down into a hard line of aggravation. “And what did you say?”

Nessa looked around the room dramatically. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I told him no, Murphy. If I liked coffee, I’d have opened a knock-off Starbucks. And do you honestly think an offer to go out for some coffee by one of the creepy guys sounds enticing?”

“Well, I …” Murphy huffed, looking like he’d tasted something foul.

Deciding to intervene, Tank grabbed his brother by the arm, steering him toward the front door. “Thanks for putting up with all of our bullshit,” Tank muttered. Before the door closed behind them, he called over his shoulder, “A glass tabletop got ruined. Tack it onto Murphy’s tab.”

“Thanks for that,” Murphy grumbled sourly, wrestling his arm free and walking toward his car. “I’ve racked up a small fortune in less than two hours.”

“Who gives a shit? What’s gotten into you?” Tank whispered angrily into his brother’s ear. “I know you hate humans, but you acted like a complete dickhead to Hunny’s friend.”

Murphy glowered. “It’s nothing I want to talk about right now.”

“Fine. I’ve had enough of today, anyway.” Despite rubbing his new relationship with Hunny into Jason’s face, the day had been long and drawn-out. All he wanted was to return home to his mate and to hold her close.

It wasn’t until the males had all piled into Murphy’s SUV that anyone spoke up.

“Well, that entire meeting was a clusterfuck,” Marcus said with a shake of his head.

Zeke snorted. “Which part? Where Jason couldn’t decide if he gave more of a shit about the fact that his mate is missing or that Tank stole his true mate?”

“I didn’t steal Hunny,” Tank argued. “And you’re right; he didn’t give a shit about Natasha at all. Her brother showed more concern for her welfare than he did.” Though, was that really surprising?

“I think Colter’s theory back there was right,” Murphy added, sending the bear an appreciative nod in the rear-view mirror. “If Jason made it that apparent to us he still considers Hunny’schild as his,” he stated, ignoring Tank’s warning growl, “then Natasha likely sensed his interest in her was waning and wanted out. My bet is that she ran away and led a trail to our border to throw him off.”

“It would buy her time to get a good distance away,” Marcus mused.

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