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"Them?"
"Her mates,” she says. Lana did smell like them because they marked her and she fed off them but I haven't marked her so I didn't understand why she thinks I smell like her.
Lana stares at her curiously moving closer, before holding the bag out to her. My mates sniffed it.
"That's human blood, yuck,” she says. But I saw her eyes flicker oddly watching Lana, her eyes calculating when she suddenly lunged at her.
Lana screams and I watch horrified as my mate bites into her neck before Lana shoves her off. A menacing growl escapes her when Tate rushes forward punching my mate and knocking her out. Everything happened so quickly I was too shocked by what happened to react quick enough.
"What the fuck Ryker. I want her gone,” Tate yells glaring down at my mate.
Lana cuffs her neck with her hand stemming the bleeding, the blood bag she was drinking from spilled onto the carpet staining it red.
"She bit me," Lana says, shocked as she clutched her neck. Looking over my shoulder I see my mate start to get up off the ground.
Moving toward my mate I grip her arm, ripping her to her feet. She cowers and I could see the swelling from Tate's hit healing.
Dragging her outside, Lana frantically chases after me despite just being attacked by her.
"Ryker what are you doing, please stop, she is your mate?" She screams clutching onto my arm.
Grabbing the broken chain I wrap it around her neck and Drake rushes over with a padlock locking it in place, the chain much too short for her to be able to yank on it.
She kicks and screams trying to get free of the restraints, Lana screaming at me and Drake and Tate screaming at Lana. Everything becomes overwhelming and I snap, my anger bubbling over when my mate kicks me in the stomach. I punch her, my fist connecting with her face, and Lana gasps behind me, making me look at her. Lana’s hands went over her mouth and I could see tears in her eyes at what I just did, but I didn't care.
She needs to know she can't attack my family and Lana needs to realize not all mates are equal, this thing isn't mate material and I will be damned if I let her hurt anyone else.
Brax howls in my head at her crumpled form lying at our feet while I just glare at her. How dare she attack my sister.
"Make sure she doesn't get off that fucking chain," I told Drake and he nodded. Walking to my car I hop in and speed off, needing to blow off steam before I actually do kill her. My patience was running thin. And it was becoming more obvious I was going to have to kill this one too.
Chapter 10
Idrovetothenearest town which consisted of only a grocery store, one cafe, and a service station. Most things were in the werewolf communities. The nearest city however was Avalon City. My usual comfort place but I couldn’t afford to go far when I had my mate, my very unhinged erratic mate back on Forrest Pack territory. I missed home, missed my pack. Yet this place had become my second home, I knew I couldn’t stay here forever that I would have to return back to my Pack. Not that anything ever happens there but I have been away for too long.
My father's old Beta was running things while I was gone, I knew he was also tired, he ran the Pack with my father who was his only tie to the place beside his daughter and mate.
I hated the idea of going back there, my family had all moved on because of me, couldn’t handle the way I run things. My father was a good Alpha to his people, but we clash too much, and I refuse to bow down to his old ways of doing things. I like things structured, like control. Yet my father's pack which is now my pack lives more like friends, a community which I loved growing up, but they have become complacent, they hate how I run things, how I force the training, force them to prepare for a war I know is coming. One I will be glad to see the end of, yet now I am fighting another war, one between what my wolf wants and what I don’t, just to add extra baggage on the shit I am forced to carry with my title.
Pulling up at the park, I pull out my phone looking for Aamon’s number. Aamon was my best friend. He was from Avalon City, he knew my father first. I met him when I was 13 and as I grew so did our friendship. His wife was Regent of Avalon city, a witch’s hybrid, Aamon was an incubus, a demon from hell, and my only friend that isn’t afraid to speak back to me.
The phone rings once before he picks up.
“Now what sort of trouble do you need me to dig you out of now?” He asks.
“Well hello to you too,” I say. Aamon just chuckles. Avery was singing out in the background trying to talk to me.
“Love you can speak to him in a minute,” I hear Aamon call back to her.
“Now what is it you need or don’t need, what is it spit it out. What trouble have you found yourself in now, I swear if you tell me you have killed another one of my people I may just string you up myself,” Aamon lectures.
“That jerk started it, next time tell your little minions to mind who they are talking to and I won't have to kill them,” I retorted.
“Where are you? I hate this over the phone shit I rather see you in person,” He asks.
“At some park in the town next to Forest pack.”
“I know the place,” he says.
