Page 40 of Wolf Targeted
I can’t let her get under my skin more than I already have because every time we have sex, she pulls me in a little deeper.
She makes me want to give her everything. And that is fucking dangerous.
Someone pounds on the door so hard that it rattles and sets my teeth on edge. Whoever it is, it better be a fucking emergency as I am not in the mood for bullshit.
I stomp to the door and pull it open so hard, it hits the wall with a clang.
I glare at Alex. “What the fuck do you want?”
He’s not fucking stupid. He shouldn’t be banging my door off its hinges, and he fucking knows it.
“What did you do to my cousin?” Alex asks.
“What happens between me and my mate is none of your concern.”
“It is when she was curled in a ball and sobbing on the bathroom floor.” He crosses his arms over his chest.
I straighten to my full height and my lip curls in anger. Who the fuck does this wolf think he is?
“Are you challenging me?” I clench my fists.
“No, I’m not challenging you, alpha.” Alex bares his throat to me in submission. “I’m just worried about Jara. None of us want another Eloise situation.”
Is it getting that bad? It can’t be. My mate is stronger than that. She’s the perfect alpha female. That’s why I have to resist her.
“She’s not Eloise.” I have to believe it.
Jara isn’t allowed to leave me. I refuse to let her go. I’ll burn the world to the ground to keep her safe, even from herself.
Angela shoves past Alex, her expression angry. Her skin is turning an eggplant color that doesn’t suit her at all.
“Are you stupid or just a giant fucking asshole?” She clenches her fists.
Is she ready to punch me? She better fucking not.
“You already knew I was an asshole,” I growl, not appreciating my beta and enforcer challenging my actions.
It’s none of their business. Everything I do is to keep this pack safe.
“You’re doing a fan-fucking-tastic job of convincing her that you are the monster everyone perceives you to be,” Angela yells.
“I am that fucking monster.” It’s best that Jara sees that now and stops hoping for a life I can’t give her.
“No. You’re not that monster. Your father fucked with your head to turn you into him. You pride yourself on your strength, but your father made you weak.”
“Watch it, Beta.”
What the fuck did she just say? She thinks I’m weak. Fuck that. I am the strongest alpha in the region. No one is stronger than me.
I storm over to the bar in the corner and grab a glass. I set it down so hard it clanks against the wood bar top.
I need a fucking drink, if I’m going to deal with the enraged enforcer and beta.
“I’m not going to watch it,alpha,” Angela sneers. “Do you have any idea how close I am to punching you right now?”
“You do and you will lose that fucking hand. Do not get in the middle of me and my mate,” I roar.
They are still glaring as I turn to grab the bottle from the shelf.
