Page 20 of Tis the Season for Sass
“What is going on?” Rafe demanded.
“This asshole thinks that I’ve been making out with his mate!”
“What?” Sofia marched over to Lars. “What the fuck are you talking about? You were making out with someone else?”
“No! I would never!” he shouted! “How could either of you even think that? You are my mate. My life!”
The chaotic scene unfolded before Ginger’s eyes. Yet, she seemed to miss every word that was shouted. She knew she should pay attention, but she couldn’t focus on anything except for the imposing black wolf with emerald eyes that seemed to be locked on her.
The black wolf stalked toward her. Snarl after snarl erupting from his snout at those who stood in his path.
“Oh Goddess!” Grace said as she pulled Ginger back inside the house and slammed the door on the wolf.
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It wasn’t until he had returned from the night on the mountain that he realized what had happened. After an entire night of restless teasing, the Gods had decided to reveal his fate, his destiny, his mate. In one last cruel twist, they still hadn’t revealed him to her.
His mate was even more beautiful than he could had ever hoped for. Long, dark hair framed her perfectly round face and cascaded down her back. A slight blush covered her cheeks. Baby blue eyes with green flecks that sparkled in the sun stared back at him, and her plump red lips were made for kissing.
As his eyes traveled down her body, he was not disappointed by curve after wicked curve or her luscious full breasts that were waiting to be devoured by him. Her hips were made to cradle him and him alone. After spending an entire night snuggled up against her, he knew damn well those curves fit his body perfectly.
He stalked forward, closer to her. Lost in her delectable scent, all he could think about was claiming what was his.
His mate.
The one the Fates had created for him.
He could feel the presence of her wolf, trying to break free from the constrains of her human. But there was powerful majik between them, acting like a one-way glass wall. The look of horror flashed across her face.
He did not pause in his pursuit.
She was his, and no one would stand in his way.
Faster than he would have thought possible, the Alpha’s mother grabbed his mate and slammed the door closed in his face. He let out a lone, long howl.
“Enough!” his Alpha’s voice rumbled in the air.
The raw power in his command brought Chance to a sudden halt.
“Someone better explain what the fuck is going on in the next five seconds or there will be hell to pay!” Rafe’s words came out as more of a snarl, his voice barely recognizable.
“Finally!”
With his wolf backing down, Chance was able to gain control of his wolf. Ancient majik swirled around him as he forced his shift back to human form.
He no sooner stood on two legs and Lars was on him, his fist connecting with Chance’s jaw.
“What the actual fuck, man! You seriously thought that I would cheat on my mate? That I would somehow come between you and yours? I thought you knew me better than that! And that’s for biting me in the ass!”
Lars was pissed and Chance couldn’t blame him. Not for a single second. He had fucked up and so had his wolf.
“Lars, I’m sorry. I tried to reason with my wolf, but he wouldn’t have it. I tried fighting him off, but he was too intent on finding our mate. And when he caught her scent all over you, it was game on for him.”
“So that’s what this is about?” Rafe asked in a much calmer voice.
“Yeah. I’m afraid so.” Chance rubbed his jaw, still burning from the sucker punch.
“You need to take it down a notch and keep your wolf on a damn leash. Ginger is having a—well, let’s just say she’s gonna’ need some time,” Rafe warned.
