Page 45 of The Lands Defying
“When my men are eye-fucking you?” He squeezes my hip. “Yes.”
I still. “Are you jealous?” A thrill runs through me and I shift on his lap.
“Possessive.” Hmmm.
I smile and face forward, grabbing his drink and taking a sip. The burn of the alcohol runs down my throat, but it’s nice.
I drink and Darius feeds me bits of meat, relaxing into him as his hand grips my thigh, keeping me to him.
The scarred male from before is still watching us, and I can feel his hatred from here.
“Maverick, how many have come back to us since the attack on the keep?”
“Twenty, Alpha.”
I feel Darius nod at my back.
“Sean,” he calls, and the scarred male removes his eyes from me to focus on Darius.
“Yes, Alpha.” His voice is scratchy, and I instantly recoil from it.
“Come.” Darius gestures to in front of him, and the male hesitates before doing so.
He stops in the center of the room, in the aisle between the long tables there.
“Yes, Alpha,” he says, bowing his head slightly.
Darius runs a hand up my arm, stroking the side of my neck and Sean watches his every move.
“Is there a reason why you are looking so closely at the Heir of Zahariss?”
Sean responds straight away. “No, Alpha. I apologize. I did not know I was.”
“Hmm.” Darius stays silent after that, stroking over my pulse as the male stands awkwardly, waiting for Darius to allow him back to his seat.
The other Elites and my pack watch on, whispering amongst themselves.
When the male starts to shuffle from one foot to the other, Darius taps my thigh and helps me off his lap.
When he stands, he guides me to take his seat, running the backs of his fingers down the side of my cheek.
I don’t miss that he just openly claimed me in front of everyone, and I don’t exactly hate it.
Something within me preens that I have what they cannot. Male, female, or anyone in between, it doesn’t matter.
He chose me.
Darius rounds the table as his men smirk, leaning back like they are about to enjoy what is going to happen. I sit up, popping a grape in my mouth, and wondering what Darius will do.
Darius doesn’t stop until he’s in front of the table, just slightly to the right of me and leans back against it, crossing his legs at the ankles. Arms folded.
“You were at the attack against the rogures?” Darius asks.
Sean shakes his head, “No, Alpha. I was away on another scry location.”
“I see.” Darius tilts his head again, and I know his wolf is close to the surface with the animalistic way he did it. “So that means you were not included when others bared their necks to the other Heir of the Gods.”
“No, Alpha.” Darius stares at him, and we all wait with bated breath.
