Page 26 of The Alpha's Arrangement
My realtor, Mr. Jacobs, and one of my lawyers, Mr. Simpson, stand there, hands at their sides. I can smell the worry coming off them. They should be worried. They so should be.
Without saying hi, my piercing gaze goes directly to my mate. “They’re in your pack? The two people who did the paperwork on the house, the house that you came with, are in your pack? You set all this up!” I accuse as he comes near me, and I take a step back.
“Izzy, we’re mates. I just had to make you see it.”
“By screwing with me!” Fire burns like lava in my veins. I feel my wolf pushing to get out. Not that she’d hurt Carter, and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to, either. However, I’ve never been a quitter and don’t plan on starting now.
“You were human, Izzy. We had to get past that. Know you’re pissed, but you’ll get over it.”
“Get over it!”
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” a sultry voice to my left catches my attention, and my fury moves to her. She’s beautiful in a way that she knows it, and I immediately peg her as the Alpha female.
“Izzy,” I answer.
“I didn’t ask your name, human,” she retorts.
“Hate to tell ya, but I’m a wolf now.”
She laughs. “Your wolf’s so new she won’t know what to do with a real wolf.”
Inside me, my wolf snarls and growls, snapping her teeth repeatedly, begging to come out. It takes serious strength, but I keep her back.
“Ya think?” I retort, not moving from my spot. No way the bitch is going to make me lose my ground.
“Oh, I know.” She pauses as she looks me up and down. “I challenge you … for your mate.” I growl as she looks at Carter and winks. “And position. You’re dead, human.”
Carter sighs. “Abbigail, you don’t need to do this.”
“Well, of course I do, sweetheart. You belong with me. In my bed, your cock inside me.” She stares me down.
Something clicks inside me and my wolf takes control, pushing through. I feel my body changing in a flash. Abbigail’s doing the same. Her wolf is dark brown to my almost white one.
As soon as we change, we circle each other, both growling and snarling.
Abbigail’s wolf charges, swiping her claw at my face. My wolf pulls back just in time, but she nicks the edge of my nose. With that one cut, the background fades around me.
Abbigail’s wolf comes at me again, this time her claws tearing into my shoulder. Inside, I feel that pain.
That’s when my wolf fully takes over the fight. While I’m still present, her instincts are what’s driving this. Her knowledge. She has full control, and as scary as it sounds, it feels good, because I know my wolf will protect us until her dying breath.
My wolf attacks, biting Abbigail’s hind quarters. Pain comes to my left leg at the same time, and I feel blood trickle down. Somehow, my wolf shakes this off, and my already pissed off wolf goes ballistic.
She lunges, attacking in such a vicious way that I’m in awe. There is no delaying.
The taste of blood enters my wolf’s mouth. She’s hungry for, yearning, wanting more of it on her tongue.
My wolf grabs Abbigail by the throat and yanks, snapping the bones, and the taste of blood trickles down our throat. It does not taste good to my human half, but it does to my wolf.
My wolf relishes in the lifeless body of the one who dared challenge her. Me, I try to pull back from that. It’s hitting me that I just took a life, and I’m not too sure I’m okay with that.
“Izzy!” Carter’s voice comes through as my wolf goes for another bite and pulls, wanting to make sure the wolf is dead and no longer a threat. It takes him calling me two more times for me to pull through my wolf.
I change back, blood covering me. A T-shirt is thrown over my body before Carter scoops me up in his arms. I’m too stunned to remember I’m pissed at him.
He takes me through The Den and into a room. Then I hear a shower turn on. He takes off my shirt, and seconds later, we are in the shower, where he sets me down and begins to wash me.
“I killed someone,” I whisper.
