Page 148 of UNAwere

‘Jude?’ I gasp out.

‘You thought I was joking?’ Warner asks from behind me, running a hand over my hair. He lifts it, exposing the oiled gland on the back of my neck. ‘This is what happens when you betray the alpha of the Primrose pack.’

‘No,’ I sob. ‘He didn’t.’

‘Don’t fucking lie to me.’ He jerks my head at an awkward angle, his fist tightening in my hair. ‘I should’ve dropped the alliance as soon as I heard what you did to me.’

‘I didn’t do anything—’

‘You fucked him.’ He forces my thighs apart with his legs. ‘You’re nothing but a filthy slut.’

Jude is fighting at his restraints. Even from the distance between us, I can hear his roars. I can see the tendons in his neck straining as he rages.

My mate. My man. My soul.

I don’t want this.

I don’t want this.

‘I don’t want this.’

‘Too fucking late,’ Warner growls, sinking his teeth into the back of my neck.

Something within me breaks.

And all I have to do is ask my wolf side, and she accepts. I Turn in seconds, feeling Warner slip off me. He lets out a surprised sound but quickly growls, and by the time I whip around to face him, he’s Turned too, and he lunges.

We collide. But I don’t panic. My brain doesn’t scatter.

I know exactly what I want. I know exactly what to do.

I grab Warner’s throat and tear at it. He lets out a yelp, fighting back, but I sink my teeth in deep and hang on.

You fucking bitch.

You’re no alpha, I tell him. You’re not even a worthy man.

He thrashes, pinning me. I’m not worthy? You’re nothing but a whore, fucking my bodyguard in my house.

He’s my mate.

I feel Warner’s body stiffen with surprise. And I’m just as surprised that he didn’t know.

You’re lying, he hisses.

I writhe under him, but he pins me and rips at my shoulder with his teeth. I cry out, pain blooming through my skin.

I should’ve known a slut from Luminaire wouldn’t be a worthy bitch for my heirs.

He tears at my shoulder again, hot blood flowing, and I scream as pain lances through my limb. I try to get out from under him, but he has me pinned, and he’s too big for me to shake off. I scrabble in the grass.

You should’ve just let me fuck you, Warner says. You stupid bitch.

Something suddenly tears Warner’s weight off me, and I’m finally able to breathe, panting up at the opaque sky. When I sit up, my head rushes, and I see a pitch-black wolf standing between me and Warner.

Jude.

Touch her one more time, Layton, see what fucking happens.