Page 87 of Untamed

When we pull up to the packhouse, Greta is waiting outside. Fuck this bitch. She's like a bad rash, showing up everywhere you don't want. I know it's not Greta's fault, but her presence here is driving a wedge between my mate and me, and I can't have that.

Asher is behind her, scowling at the back of her head. That alone makes me uneasy. Asher is like a big pup most of the time. He doesn't dislike most wolves, a glass-half-full kind of male.

"Tarkik!" she smiles at me, the curve of her lips not faltering even when my mate steps out of the SUV with me, golden eyes fixed on her new prey.

"His name isAlphaorAlphason," Asher stresses from behind, his eyes narrowing even more at Greta.

She doesn't falter, something smug in her eyes and body. I did more damage than I realized by stopping my mate from attacking her. The eyes of the pack members gathered around the packhouse are wary, their wolves worried about their Alphason's loyalty.

Ignoring Asher's warning growl, Greta takes a small step towards me. "I wanted to ask you if-"

"Not right now," I interrupt her rudely. "I suggest you go back to your room." I look at Asher, and the male immediately tells me what is bothering him so badly.

"They left their rooms after the Luna left, and the three of them split up inside the packhouse. I just got them gathered back together now."

Greta pales visibly at the look that must be on my face. The Alpha offices are all kept locked unless one of us is here, but there are still things that one of these three wolves could do to cause trouble.

"That's suspicious," Ezra mutters, his fingers flying over his phone.

"Take all three to the cells," I order immediately, not even stopping to think. "Search them and their belongings. Call in some help, especially the maids. They'll know what's out-of-place. Go over everywhere they were today with a fine-tooth comb. I want nothing missed."

Greta lets out a shriek of dismay, but before she can protest, Asher hauls her away, a look of grim satisfaction on his face.

I grabQitsuk, hard, to my chest. Taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I tilt her face up to mine. Golden eyes stare at me in surprise, their slight predatory glow telling me that Greta was seconds away from losing an eye or finger. I drop a hard, fast kiss to her lips. "You're my important one, my only, right?"

One golden eyebrow quirks upward. She doesn't back down, my cat. A slim hand reaches out and tugs something at my waist. The bells chime as she shakes the chain gently.

I smirk. That's right. She's "claimed" me. I'm starting to understand why humans insist on those sparkly rings they wear. Wolves really can't wear jewelry like that. It makes no sense when you shift back and forth all the time, but it's a good idea. Maybe we can both have matching chains.

Rhet and Lyri pull into the driveway too fast in the truck, tires spitting up gravel as they park and jump from the vehicle, frowns on their faces. "Inuit," Lyri says grimly, "it looks bad. We think Elna wastaken."

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26 - Teach Him Properly

Alpha Jax

"They're behind us, only three, three-and-a-half miles, and closing the gap fast."

The tinny voice crackling through the radio makes my spine itch. Devel growls lowly but answers the wolf, "how much time do we have before they catch up?"

"One hour, tops," comes the grim reply.

"Fuck," I grunt. I glance at Snow in the rearview, who is resolutely staring out of the window, refusing to show me those beautiful eyes the color of the sky.

"We'll reach the river in an hour," I tell Devel. We're cutting it close. Too close. If we can reach the river road, there's a chance that Orion will stop chasing us. With KilClaw territory right across the river, we're hoping that the threat of them will turn any wolves back.

It may not work. Orion Ferax and his band of merry warriors may very well chase us even down the river road.

"Fuck this road," Devel grits his teeth, growling furiously as the truck hits an intense rut.

I just press harder on the gas, hands tightening on the wheel, eyes sharp. I want to look at Snow again, but all my concentration needs to be on the road. The other trucks will follow my path, so I need to make sure I don't fuck up.

"They'll know we picked up speed," I grunt out at Devel as the tires spin in the mud, making the ruts deeper than before. Dirt is flying into the trees on either side of the truck, splattering the forest with proof of a fast-moving vehicle.

"I don't know that they can pick up their speed. Unless they thought we didn't know they were behind us."

"Who's tracking them?" I grit out.

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