Page 86 of Wolf Tormented
“Not yet.”
I thrust in hard, hitting the spot inside her that makes her whole body shake. She tries to thrash her head, but my grip is unyielding in her hair, and she shudders violently as she attempts to hold herself back. My spine tingles all the way to my balls, and I thrust inside her one final time.
My wolf pushes to the surface, and I bite down on the mark on her neck. Jara screams her release as I roar her name, pumping into her and collapsing over her back.
Fuck, she feels so good, but reality quickly sneaks back into my thoughts. Angela’s punishment, the humans and the traps, the motherfucker trying to kill my mate—all war for dominance in my head.
I can’t let Jara take up space in my brain. How was I so stupid that I didn’t remember this before I lost all control? She’s the worst kind of temptation and makes me the one thing I’m not.
Fucking weak.
I blink away the euphoria and right my clothes. Fuck, I need to stop getting fucking lost in my mate.
It’s fucking freezing out here, and snowflakes are falling on the ground all around us. Anyone could have walked over and seen her like this.
Jara slumps against the wall, not even bothering to pull up her leggings as she pants.
“Fix your clothes, Jara,” I bark.
I’m angry, but mostly at myself for thinking with my dick instead of my brain. There’s too much at stake.
She narrows her eyes at me and straightens her spine before bending and righting her clothes. Once she’s decent, I turn and walk away.
“Archer?” she asks. “What the fuck?”
I ignore her question, too pissed at myself to even acknowledge her. There are things that I need to do, and I can’t let her distract me again.
I have to stop doing this. My pack is under attack from the humans, and there’s someone out to get my mate.
I can’t afford to be distracted, and my mate is a huge distraction. Once this is all over and things have calmed down, maybe things can be different.
Jara storms past me as I round the corner to the front of the house. Alex is leading Angela back up from her cabin with her things.
I stop in my tracks at the sight of her tearful eyes.
Fuck, I hate having to banish her, but she fucking disobeyed orders. If I let her get away with it when it nearly cost my mate her life, then the pack will think they can disobey me.
The pack gathers back around the house to watch the show; they’re probably wondering if I’m really going to do this.
It’s something my father would have done. And while I’ve always prided myself on not being him, I have become more like him than I have ever wanted.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself before you’re escorted from the pack lands?” I shout over the whispers of the crowd.
Jara turns angry, tear-filled eyes my way, and a pain stabs through my chest. I hate this so fucking much. I don’t want to banish her. But I’ll look weak if I don’t.
“Alpha, I’m sorry I failed you. I will prove my loyalty…” Her voice cracks.
My wolf whimpers, not liking that this is happening. He doesn’t like that his friend is crying either.
“If you can prove your loyalty, I will consider reinstating you.” I cross my arms over my chest.
Angela nods once before turning to Jara.
Jara takes a step forward, but Patrick is next to her and stops her with a hand on her arm.
He shakes his head, and Jara sniffles but does as he says.
Jara wraps her arms around her middle and hangs her head. How did everything get so fucked up? Why can’t this mating go right for any amount of time?
