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I should tell her to go. Send her running in the opposite direction and hope we never cross paths again. But I have too many questions, and my wolf’s increasingly loud cries are only making me more agitated and irrational.
“What the hell were you doing here with Luca?” I ask, staring at the bed as if it will start talking and tell me whether the two of them havesharedthis bed.
No, my wolf rejects the idea outright.That’s my mate. He can’t have her.
“Stop looking at me all accusing like that.” She waves her hand in the general direction of my face. “Your Beta dragged me here against my will, if you must know. So if you’re going to be angry, direct it properly at him.” Her voice is full of disdain, but my wolf’s jealousy has reached a fever-pitch.
She strides across the room and tries to elbow past me out of the doorway, but I hold steady.
"Did he touch you?" I ask, eyes instantly dropping to the exposed line of her neck. The shirt she's wearing is too big for her, hanging half off one shoulder. It has to be his, and that only pisses my wolf off even more.
She's not marked.There's one thing my wolf thinks we've got going for us. I'm relieved too, but only because it means Luca hasn't damned me to her presence for the rest of my life.
This girl can't stay with my pack.
She's not a girl. She's our mate. Our Luna. Claim her before Luca gets back.
My wolf is clearly out of his mind and not thinking rationally. I've never heard of such a thing, not after a rejection that she accepted, for fuck's sake.
Too easily, my wolf unhelpfully chimes in.
We rejected her first. You've got to cut it out; accepting our rejection was the best case scenario. It means we're free and clear.
Speak for yourself.For the first time ever, my wolf turns his back on me in my own mind.
"Earth to Alpha Asshole." The girl waves a hand in my face, and it takes everything in me not to snatch it out of the air and squeeze until she cries. Nobody disrespects me like that, not here on my home turf, and especially not this little thing that isn't worthy of a moment of my time.
Yet, here we are.
"If you're done conversing with yourself, I'd like to leave. I didn't come here by choice, so you have no grounds to hold me." She holds my eye defiantly. I can't remember the last time a woman looked at me with anything other than interest or fear. She looks at me like I'm boring her.
"You're not leaving until I understand what the hell happened and how you ended up here." I put a hand on her waist to push her back a few steps to put more distance between us, and I'm horrified that the second we make contact, my wolf leaps back to attention.
Mark her.
It's going to be a long fucking day.
"Sit over there on the bed," I command, my voice like gravel.
She narrows her eyes at me but does what I asked. Unfortunately for me, the second she sits on the bed I start picturing her spending the night there with Luca and the rest of my brain splutters out. There's no way I can concentrate on a conversation with that mental image running on loop in my mind.
"Follow me," I tell her instead, ignoring her muttered protests as I turn and go to the living room instead.
I can hear her cursing me under her breath. But it’s easier for me to focus out here without my imagination filling in the blanks of what my Beta might have done with her last night. He should have been at the pack house briefing me about what the hell happened yesterday with Callum Cross’ pack and the rogues.
The girl… woman… hell, I wish I could think of her name, but I'm drawing a blank. She stops several feet away from me in the center of the living room and puts a hand on her hip that she juts to one side. I can feel her preparing to give me attitude even before she parts those pouty lips of hers. I didn't notice those before.
"My pack got attacked by wolves, your pack came to help, and your Beta decided to take a souvenir." She gestures to herself. "He was adamant, so I took the safe space for the night, and now that he's gone, I'm out of here too. Does that cover the questions?"
"Did he touch you?" I'm sure I sound like a broken record, but I need to know exactly what I'm dealing with when Luca returns. Her answer could make the difference between overnight guard shifts every day for the next month versus tearing him limb from limb.
Am I being irrational, being this worked up over a woman I already rejected once? Sure. But my wolf doesn't seem to understand the problem, and right now he's not interested in taking a backseat.
"None of your business, how about that?" she spits at me, clearly underestimating how angry that answer is going to make me.
I kick the coffee table beside me, desperately needing to take my aggression out on something. And this girl might piss me off, but I'm not about to attack someone so much smaller than me. She doesn't even flinch as the whole thing shatters, wood splintering in every direction.
"Was that necessary?" she asks, looking at me with the kind of disdain I'm desperate to return.
