Page 61 of Wolf Trapped
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” He says, looking away. I pull Carter’s phone from my pocket and dial a number. Kyle tenses as ringing comes from his pocket.
“Are you going to answer that? We can wait.” I snarl.
“That doesn’t prove anything.” I’m on him before I make a conscious decision, my hand wrapped around his throat and lifting him into the air.
“Alpha Archer. What is going on?” Bonnie screams. Kyle’s face turns an ugly shade of eggplant, and I throw him on the ground, turning my back on him as I grab the body from Alex and Patrick. I sneak a glance at Jara, but she is watching Bonnie closely.
I throw the body on the ground at his feet, the head barely fucking attached by a thread. Bonnie gasps, but I don’t look up from the alpha gasping on the ground. “Your spy and murderer. I thought you would want him back.” I kick Kyle in the side, and he’s lucky that is all I do before stepping back.
“What is the meaning of this?” Bonnie’s confusion is evident on her face as she scans the expressions of everyone here.
“Shut up, Bonnie.” Kyle rasps, holding his throat.
“You fucking dare use one of my wolves against me?” I roar. I’m barely holding on to my sanity here. The need to rip this alpha apart is riding me hard.
“What?” she’s shaking her head profusely as she glares down at her mate.
“He blackmailed one of my wolves and sent them to kill my mate. He failed. Jara is too clever for a weak wolf to be able to get the better of her.”
“Jara? Did you send a wolf to kill my friend? You bastard.” Bonnie shrieks. It is safe to say she wasn’t in on any of this.
“I didn’t have a choice,” he whispers but doesn’t elaborate.
“There’s always a choice, and you chose wrong.” I roar, moving toward him again, but a small hand on my arm stops me.
“Don’t kill him.” Jara stares into my eyes.
“Why? He has done nothing but torment you. Why shouldn’t I do to him what he wanted to happen to you?”
“Bonnie.” She says, turning to the woman. “She is the only reason I ask that you show mercy. Not for him but for her. No matter how disgusting of a shifter he is, losing a mate will still cause unimaginable pain.”
She is too good for all of us. I don’t fucking care who will be hurt. Had the fucking bastard succeeded, I don’t know what I would have done. Best not to think about that, or I might not abide by Jara’s wishes and tear him apart anyway.
“Jara, are you sure?” Bonnie asks with tears in her eyes. “It’s within your rights under the peace treaty to take retribution for his crimes against you.”
“All retribution will do is cause more pain,” Jara says calmly and clearly. “I just want this to be over and to know for certain that he will never act against us again.”
“You will give us a blood oath, or you will give your life. Choose,” I growl out. If he refuses, I will not hesitate to rip him to shreds the way I did to Carter.
Kyle stands, holding his side, and nods his head. “Thank you for your mercy, Jara. I don’t deserve it.” He hangs his head.
“I didn’t do it for you.” She glares at the alpha crossing her arms over her chest.
“Fair enough. Bonnie, please grab the blade from my office.” He turns to his mate, and she stares back at him with disgust but moves to do what he asks.
We stand there in tense silence, waiting for Bonnie to return with the blade. Bonnie stomps from the house and shoves the knife at him.
“I swear to the gods that if you ever attack us again, you will not only forfeit your own life but everything you hold dear. I will take your pack and your life.” I grab the blade from Kyle and slice my palm.
“I swear on the gods and the moon to never attack the Everette Pack or its alphas in any way ever again.” Kyle slices his palm holding his hand out to mine and shaking it. A bolt of magic flashes through my palm, and my chest squeezes at the oath he just gave.
“Now, Jara,” I grunt, nodding to my mate. Kyle holds the blade out to me. He clearly doesn’t want to come at my mate with a blade in his hand. He can be taught, apparently.
Grabbing the dagger, I hold out my other hand to Jara. “Would you like me to do it, or do you want to?” I ask because the thought of cutting into her perfect skin nearly makes me gag.
“You do it.” She nods, holding out her hand and placing it in mine, palm up.
Fuck. I don’t want to do this. I should have just handed it to her and not given her a choice. I blow out a breath and slice lightly over her palm. She flinches a little but doesn’t make a sound and holds her hand out for Kyle to take.
