Page 36 of Claimed By the Alpha Wolves

No, that’s not true. I find the fact that a fucking alpha is beating and abusing an omega to be a gut punch that I cannot tolerate. I willnottolerate. If I could guarantee Faye’s safety, there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to Kurt to ensure he never hurts her again.

But I can’t ensure it.

After The Selection, I’ll be going home, and apparently–although my teeth grit at just the thought of it– Faye will be returning home to an empty cabin where Kurt can torment her without limit should he choose to do so. Correction, that torment might be limited, given the fact that Faye’s alpha, Charles, would very quickly assign her a man to get through her heat with who would not allow her to be badly harmed byKurt, but an assigned male is not the same thing as a mate. He wouldn’t fight to his death for her.

My fists clench, and I nearly punch the hallway as I storm through it. I don’t want to play charades. I don’t want to have a fucking dinner where we all smile at one another, and I have to avoid the hands of the omegas as they try to grab my dick under the table.

I just want to come up with a way to keep Faye safe.

As I approach my room, I spot Cayson leaning against the wall up ahead. He looks casual, like he always does, but there’s tension in his shoulders. It’s unlike him. I swear he’s been changing and maturing from a boy into a man since he arrived at The Selection. Well, not a full grown man, more like a teen who is starting to realize the world doesn’t revolve around them and their fun.

“Yo, Pops,” Cayson greets me, his dark eyes lighting with amusement.

As I get closer, his smile falters.

“Hey,” I say.

Something unexpected and guarded comes over his face. “Why do you smell like Faye?” His gaze moves over the bruise on my face, but he doesn’t ask anything more.

I stiffen.Have I smelled like her all day? Fuck.I should’ve showered when I came back from her room. The other alphas will have the wrong impression, which might hurt her in her search for a partner.

“It’s a long explanation,” I grate out.

He lifts a brow, his mouth in a thin line. “Care to share it with me?”

Interesting.I unlock my door and push it open, waving for him to enter. He does so, his back stiff.

“So you want to know what happened with me and Faye?” I ask.

He whirls on me. “So, somethingdidhappen?” he accuses.

I eye him. “Why do you care if you’re not in the market for an omega?”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Why is something happening between you and Faye if you don’t want an omega? I never saw you as the kind of guy that would play with a girl and then throw her away when you’re done.”

“I’m not that kind of man,” I tell him dryly. “Unlike you. Because isn’t that exactly what you want Faye for?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it, before opening it again. “Are you going to explain what happened or not?”

Crossing the room, I take a seat in one of the large chairs in front of the fire. Cayson mirrors my movements, sitting across from me.

“I went to check on Faye in her room after she left the dance.”

Cayson doesn’t look happy. “Why? It seems to me you have no business in her room.”

I laugh.

“Don’t laugh,” he says, leaning forward.

I shake my head. “It’s just… I’ve never seen you like this before. Up until now, I swore you didn’t have a jealous bone in your body. I’m pretty sure I could fuck any of your exes, and not only would you not care, you’d ask to join in.”

“Perhaps.” He shrugs. “And I’m not jealous. I’m just trying to understand how you go from my uptight friend with a sword up his ass, spouting about honor and responsibility, to ending up in my omega’s room.”

“Youromega?” The way he says it sends an unexpected streak of jealousy cutting right through me.

“Faye. The omega.Anomega,” he corrects himself.

Not liking how this conversation is making me feel, I decide to stop torturing him. “I went to her room and checked on her and found Kurt beating her up. So I–”

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