“Kill him,” Sarang said.
“Seems extreme.”
“Did he put hands on you?”
“Last I checked, there are no teeth marks on my neck,” he replied. “I remain unclaimed. Other alphas are allowed to touch me.”
“Only if you let them.”
“True.”
“So did you?” Sarang clenched his fists, a rush of aggression and possessiveness beginning to cloud his judgment. Entering the rut meant losing mental clarity and giving way to base instinct. It’d been so long since they’d last spoken, and he wanted answers before that happened.
Before he was reduced to a hormonal, territorial cliché.
“Careful, Rang, you’re starting to sound interested again. Remember, I really could kill him. I’m not the same Shiloh who struggled to land a good punch.”
He’d never pretended to be that bad at fighting, but Sarang didn’t bother arguing that point. It didn’t really matter. He was trying to rile him up, and it was more than working.
“Should I do it?” Shiloh continued. “Should I kill him and take pictures? How would you react to a picture of me painted in blood, wearing some poor alpha’s entrails like a necklace? I’ll tell you how I’d react. I wouldn’t so much as flinch.”
“Is that who you really are?” Sarang asked. “Have you been sneaking out at night all this time to—”
“Would you rather I say I was going out to get fucked by random men,” he cut him off crudely, “or does my being a killer suddenly sound more appealing? If I made you choose and said I would either bed the alpha from tonight or gut him, which would you have me do?”
Sarang stormed toward the direction of the speaker, catching himself just before he climbed onto the bed and snarled at the ceiling like a psychopath. Having one of them completely off their rocker was more than enough for this relationship.
There was a pause, and then the sound of a button being pressed.
“Tull,” Shiloh’s voice got a little further away, but was still clearly heard, “I ordered someone to follow that alpha from earlier. Can you send me his location?”
“Don’t you dare,” Sarang warned.
“Was that—” another click ended whatever Tull had been about to say.
“I told them you’re unwell from the accident,” Shiloh explained.
“Accident?”
“When our car rolled over.”
“It’s been a month.”
“Yes, well, that would be why Tull sounded so excited just now.”
A part of Sarang acknowledged he should be annoyed that the call had been ended before he could ask the other alpha for help.
But most of him was relieved it meant Shiloh wasn’t going to be getting that address.
“Come here,” Sarang ordered.
“I don’t think so.”
A blast of pheromones shot out of him, but they were useless with the omega so far away. “Get your ass over here, Loh, before you make things worse for yourself.”
“Plan on turning the tables and locking me up in your stead?”
“Maybe,” he said. “But I won’t need to bother with a locked door. After I catch you on my knot and breed you for a week straight, you won’t be able to leave the bed, let alone walk out of this room on your own two feet.”
