Page 24 of The Delta's Rogue
The panting and groaning from what I assume must be Haven’s room grows louder. Sarina wrinkles her nose and gags, covering her mouth. My jaw clenches as I try not to do the same.
It’s disgusting, what he’s doing, but at least he’s too distracted to notice we’ve entered the apartment.
I nod at Sarina. She returns the gesture and then, as one, we burst into Haven’s room.
Lennox sits on her bed, a shirt in his hand held near his nose as he grips his cock in the other, stroking it as quickly as possible. But as soon as he hears us, he bolts off of the bed with a growl, yanking his pants up and dropping the shirt.
I growl back and launch myself towards him, but Sarina is already across the room, her arm drawn backwards to throw a punch at him. He evades her swing then elbows her nose. She grunts and blinks, her hand reaching for her injury automatically, as Lennox rams into her with his shoulder, slamming her onto the bed and leaping off of her just as quickly. She somersaults backwards onto the floor while Lennox grabs the window, throwing it open.
But before he can get onto the fire escape outside, Levi jumps through, clocking him straight in the jaw. Lennox’s teeth knock together with such force that I hear them from across the room. I lunge for him, wrapping my arms around his neck and squeezing. He flounders and jerks in my arms like a dying fish. I grin as I watch his desperate gasping and flailing, until he’s nothing more than an unconscious body in my grasp.
I drop him unceremoniously and grab the bag with the handcuffs, wincing as I pull them out without gloves. It stings, but it’s only for a split second, and then they’re on his wrists, cutting him off from his lycan. He may be unconscious, but that’s only temporary, and we need to take every precaution we can until he’s locked in a cell and strapped to a chair, with wolfsbane pumping through his veins.
“Grab him,” I tell Levi, pointing at Lennox, as I cross the room to Sarina. Blood streams out of her nose and her eyes water, but she stands straight and tall, staring up at me with a brave face. “Are you all right?” I take her cheeks between my hands to examine her injury.
“I’ll heal,” she says as I test the sensitivity of her nose with my thumb. She winces but grits her teeth.
“That’s definitely broken.” Still cupping Sarina’s delicate face in my massive hands, I glance at Levi over my shoulder. He has Lennox in his grasp and slams his face into thedoor as he lifts him from the floor, acting as if it was an accident. “Can you reset her nose?” I ask him.
He slams Lennox’s unconscious face into the door again and glances at me, but Sarina answers my question first.
“Rune can do it,” she says. “You two need to get Lennox back to your pack.” She reaches into her pocket and holds the transport stone out to me. “You go ahead. We’ll drive your vehicle back.”
I run my thumb along her cheekbone, eyes darting down to her lips once, before I let go of her and take the stone, backing towards Levi, who continues to smack Lennox’s face into the door. I hold Sarina’s gaze until the last possible second, then I clap Levi on the shoulder. “We need him alive,” I remind Levi.
He sighs. “Fine.” His nose wrinkles, and he looks at Lennox’s undone pants and Haven’s shirt discarded on the floor. “Was he jacking off?”
“He was,” I confirm, tossing the stone in the air and catching it.
The world swirls around us, like it did the night I brought Haven to the pack from Moonlighters, and when everything settles, we’re just to the left of Sarina’s campsite.
“Let’s maybe…not tell my brother about that specific detail of how we found Lennox. For now.”
Levi nods his agreement as we head towards the cells on the edge of the pack territory.
Once we’re inside, I mindlink Wesley.
“We found Lennox.”
For the second timethis week, howls bounce around the pack grounds and echo off the mountainside. Only, tonight, instead of mournful and melancholic and filled with concern for our future luna, they’re triumphant and full of pride—a celebration of Wesley’s victory against the fucking disgusting male who tried to claim Haven as his own mate.
Wesley can’t hear the howls, ensconced as he is within the soundproof walls of his room in the pack hospital, but I’m sure he can sense the pride and adoration flowing to him from our pack. He truly proved himself as an alpha today, earning the unyielding respect of the wolves in our pack, as he defended his mate and his honor as our future leader.
I sigh as I trek through the forest, picking my way over the rough and uneven mountain terrain, a peace settling over me.
Everything about tonight is the complete opposite of the night Lennox attacked Haven. And yet, I feel lonely. Isolated. Incomplete. Like something is missing.
Seeing my mission through to the end, seeing Lennox lying lifeless in a pool of his own blood and watching the light fade from Alpha Timothy’s eyes as my brother defeated him, fulfilled me. But there is still an almost tangible emptiness within me.
A twig snaps to my left, and I whip my head around to find Sarina there, her arms crossed and her lips lifted in a half-smile as she watches me.
“Pretty Boy,” she teases, stalking closer to me.
“Little Rogue.” I cross my arms and mimic her stance.
She stops in her tracks as her nostrils flare, but her eyes darken, and I swear a shudder runs over her body.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. “You don’t like your nickname?”
