Page 32 of Wolf Targeted
“The alpha female is strong. She can take care of herself, Alpha.” Patrick rests his elbows on his knees.
“I know that, but I am her mate, and it is my job to protect her.” I clench my fist, wanting desperately to punch something.
“Maybe just tell her to be vigilant.”
“No, I don’t want her knowing about this.”
I don’t want to scare her and have her afraid to move around the pack, looking over her shoulder wondering when someone might strike.
“Alpha, are you sure?” He tilts his head to the side.
“Yes, we need to keep this under wraps so we don’t tip off whoever is sabotaging her.”
Patrick nods. “So, what should we do, then? We have everyone on patrols.”
“Angela is already assigned to her when she leaves the house.”
“Should we let Angela and Alex in on this new information?” Patrick asks.
“Yeah, they need to know, and talk to Tim. He needs to keep his mouth shut about what he found.” I pull my cell out of my pocket and text Angela.
Kyle’s words continuously ring in my ears as we wait for Angela and Alex.Your mate isn’t safe.
Jara isn’t safe, but who do I have to kill to keep her safe? Hopelessness threatens to smother me. I’ve failed to keep her safe twice before. What if I fail again, but this time she’s beyond saving?
I can’t even think about that. I can’t. I clench my fist so hard my knuckles turn white. The need to destroy something is strong—I need to destroy whoever thinks to kill my mate. They need to pay in blood.
Minutes later, the door opens. Angela and Alex walk in with matching grim expressions.
“What is it?” Angela glances between me and Patrick.
“We need to be more vigilant than ever. I’m taking you off patrols.” I stand and stroll to the bar in the corner of my office to grab a much-needed drink.
“What’s going on?” She glances at Patrick, and he sighs.
“Tim found evidence that the roof tile was tampered with.” Patrick hangs his head.
“What? Someone is after her again?” Angela storms to the bar, yanks a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, and pours the amber liquid into a glass.
“We need to keep this quiet. We don’t want whoever is doing this to know.” I steal the bottle from her and put it back on the shelf.
Gripping my glass, I stalk back to my desk and sit in my chair. The glass clinks on the table as I set it down.
“You’re going to keep this from her, aren’t you?” Angela asks.
“She doesn’t need to be looking over her shoulder all the time. That’s why I’m taking you off patrol.”
I don’t want to take Jara’s freedom away from her again. She was locked in that cell in Grayson’s territory for a week, and I won’t do that to her again.
“So, I am her bodyguard all the time then?” Angela asks.
“It gives her more freedom and keeps her safe.” I pick up my glass and take a sip.
The liquor burns going down, but it’s just what I need. I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut against the headache forming.
“Okay, I have no problem with that part, but not telling her is a mistake.”
“I’m ordering you to keep quiet.” I growl.
