Page 8 of Chained By the Alpha
“Excuse me? Jailbait? I’m nineteen and an adult!”
“Yes, exactly. You’re unshifted. Therefore, jailbait. Unmated wolves aren’t supposed to be naked around unshifted she-wolves. You won’t get your wolf until you’re twenty. Therefore, you’re still a damn pup!”
“Shut up!” I growl at him.
“Was that a purr?” he mocks. I glare at him. “Look away so that I can stand.”
I roll my eyes and look away. His logic makes no sense. I am of legal age to drink, an adult according to the law. Just technically not according to werewolf society.
“Wouldn’t be the first man I’ve seen naked,” I mutter.
“You’re not a virgin?” he growls.
My face heats. “I mean, I have seen men naked when they shift before.” I’m certainly not going to be discussing my barely there sex life with an Alpha I hardly know—especially one who knows my father.
“Good, so you are a virgin,”
Why does he care? I think bitterly.
“I never said that either,” I quip, and he growls. Not that he needs to know that I am, in fact, still a virgin. It just irritates me that he is so damn nosy and prying into my life.
“Well, are you or not?” he demands, and I look at him to find him covering himself with a meat bag. Seems fitting, I chuckle, staring at it.
“Aren’t there more important things to discuss?” I taunt. “Like, for example, my bleeding leg.”
“Answer me!”
“Why does it matter?” I shoot back. He looks away, and I watch as he clenches his teeth. “Are you a virgin?” I ask in a mocking tone.
“That’s none of your business!”
“Yet my virginity is yours?” I retort, raising an eyebrow.
“Do I look like a virgin?” he snaps. My eyes roam over him. The man is sheer muscle and flesh, each part of him sculpted perfectly, right down to his…
“You look like a man who has his meat in a sausage bag,” I snicker, trying to keep the mood light and the pain away. He doesn’t find my joke funny. Instead, he stares blankly at me.
“Fine, no, you don’t look like a virgin, although I wouldn’t be surprised if you were with your attitude,” I snap at him.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks, and I sigh, rubbing my temples. I can already feel a headache coming on.
“What’s with the millions of questions? We may die in a freezer together, that doesn’t mean I need to reveal my entire life to you,” I remind him, and he sighs.
“Just answer the question.”
“Kinda,” I tell him. Shit! Why would I tell him that? What if he tells my father? “Please don’t tell my father. He’ll fucking kill me! I told him Deacon is just a friend,” I blurt like an idiot. The last thing I want is for Deacon to get in trouble because we fooled around.
The Alpha growls but says nothing else and instead tries to stem the bleeding on my leg when I hear a loud crack. The Alpha looks up at the ceiling, and so do I. Seconds later, we hear a crash, and the freezer we are hiding in shakes.
“Please tell me that wasn’t the roof caving in,” I mutter.
“That wasn’t the roof,” he says sarcastically, using a piece of my shirt to tie my wound shut.
“So, have you got a girlfriend, then?” I ask. I’m here, and who knows what’s going on outside, might as well pass the time.
“Not anymore; I broke up with her today,” he states matter-of-factly.
“Today? No wonder you were in such a bad mood at the Council meeting.She dumped your cranky ass,” I mutter.
