Page 7 of Brandy Snap: Part One

He reached out a hand, guiding me through the familiar route to the front doors of the Risler mansion. Gravel crunched under our feet as we parted with the house of nightmares until we arrived at the lawn that circled it.

We promptly sailed past the “Do Not Step on the Grass” sign, following Caspian’s dew-heavy footprints that stormed off towards the woods that ringed the estate.

We stopped at the edge of sprawling oaks and beeches, and I prepared myself as Kai shifted from foot to foot, already itching to find our mate.

Kai

Caspian’sdeliciousangerwasabsolutely pounding through the bond. It was so loud that Sin and I knew exactly where to find him. And it was directly in view of Bitch Central, so they could definitely see Sin and I striding across their mown-as-fuck front lawn. I bet it still got more action than their pussies. Stuck-up twats.

Anyone that sent my alpha into a rage was instantly on my shit list. Anyone who made my alpha go rogue was on a fast track to getting a hairpin through the eye. The only reason I hadn’t stabbed that bitch was because I couldn’t face the consequences.

But, wow, had I come close.

It wasn’t hard to find Cas in the woods. Not just because his anger was like a beacon calling us to him through the thick mesh of trees and flowers. But because we could hear dull thuds and shouts, as well as feel the stinging in our knuckles.

When we left the lawn, I was tempted to turn around and give them the finger, because I knew they were watching us and sneering. But they weren’t worth it. Besides, my alpha needed me.

Caspian was on the edge of the woodland that bordered the Risler estate, only a two-minute brisk walk from Risler Mansion, and close enough to fucking Risler Road that we could hear the cars shooting past on the other side of the trees.

We had taken Caspian’s family name when we first mated for the clout, even though it was disgusting even being related to those people and every single thing they fucking stood for. Cas got upset about how they treated me, but it was nothing compared to what I would do to them if my alphas didn’t have me in a chokehold.

My alphas loved their sisters too fucking much, and I loved my alphas. So I wasn’t going to fuck everything up for them, no matter how tempting it was. Especially now we were boarding the bloody ‘Let's save Camille’ train again.

When we found him, Caspian had his back to us, standing in the shadow of a large oak. Another thump as his fist landed into the bark, and a shock of pain sped up my right arm, cracking in my shoulder.

“For fuck’s sake,” I hissed as we shot forward. He liked to pretend he only ever got angry over stuff, but his worry tugged at me too.

Cas had thrown off his jacket and was tearing the seams of his pressed cream shirt, sweat running in a line down his back, his long auburn hair breaking free of his man bun and flying around his face. Jaw grit, green and red-flecked eyes hard, he yelled as he threw another punch at the tree.

The pain was a fucking problem. I bet he already had those red sparks at the edge of his vision that told him he could flip into a rogue state. It was seriously tempting to push him, make him explode and then send him after his cuntbag mum. But it would take weeks to settle him again and I wouldn’t be able to get as much work done. And also, you know, him having to deal with the trauma of going rogue and all that shit.

Going feral or rogue totally fractured the mind as our primal instincts took over, and it could sometimes take years of mandated therapy to sort that shit out.

But the Rislers had this magical thing called ‘money’ that meant Cas avoided jail time for nearly killing another alpha who’d cornered me a few years ago.

Cas snarled as he drew back his fist, and I darted forward. Floor-length skirts weren’t the best for running in, but I looked so fucking hot that the risk was always worth it.

I flung my hand straight into the gap between his knuckles and the tree. The second he saw me, his fist swerved, ending in the air next to my ear. Five years ago, I might have been scared. Now it just turned me on.

I liked a bit of violence in my man.

“Kai,” he snapped. “What the fuck have I told you about pulling that shit?”

I shrugged. “Well, how else am I going to tell if you’ve gone rogue or you’re just being a dick?”

His aura stormed as a growl rumbled from him. But I made my point.

I reached for his fist, and he let me pull it down to my eye level so I could inspect it.

“How are you going to finger me tonight if you’ve fucked up your hands?” I tutted at all the splinters sunk into his bloody skin.

Even though Cas had only been out here for ten minutes, he was panting hard enough that he must have been going full Terminator on the tree.

“Maybe you’ll just have to do it yourself,” he said, glowering and sending thrills racing through me. I really loved pouty Cas as well.

“And where’s the fun in that?” I grinned at him, and his shoulders dropped. I was the only one who could calm him down so quickly.

I peeked over Cas’s shoulder at our mate as I picked out the splinters from his knuckles. I got a good kick out of making him wince before I blew on his knuckles to soothe him.

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