Page 36 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter
A sneer crawls across his face, his amusement clear, his disdain even clearer.
"No. You’re not."
The moment the words leave his mouth, the pack alphas move.
They crowd the elevator, crossing their arms, blocking our path.
Not that it would matter.
The hurricane is about to rip the Rig apart, and the ocean won’t be safe until morning.
Javi doesn’t glance over his shoulder, doesn’t look for another way out.
His focus doesn’t waver.
His eyes are locked on Gideon.
"She’s mine," he snarls, fangs bared, his voice a vow, a warning, a promise.
"I’m not giving her up."
Gideon’s smirk deepens.
"Then I guess you’re staying."
He flicks his hand, casual, dismissive.
"Boys—lock up his ship. Find his partner."
Javi’s shoulders tense, but he doesn’t move.
He doesn’t react.
He just stands there, a wall of heat and muscle, his arm still wrapped tight around me, keeping me tucked against his side, against his scent, against the steady rise and fall of his chest.
I don’t understand why he’s doing this.
Why he’s risking everything.
I should be terrified.
I should be fighting him.
But I’m grateful for his weight, for his touch, for the way he glares at the encroaching alphas like he’ll tear them apart limb by limb before he lets them lay a hand on me.
And yet?—
That doesn’t mean he won’t do the same to me.
He could break me.
He could hurt me, bend me, make me forget everything that makes me me?—
And it would be his right.
He’s my alpha in this pack now.
A whimper catches in my throat, my chin trembling, but I squeeze my lips together, trying to force the tears back down.
