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Anger pulsed over my already clammy skin as I glared at him, seconds away from snapping that he’d been the one to force himself onto me, latching onto me like he’d gone absolutely feral. Now that I’d given into him, he wanted to act like a douche bag.
“You’ve got another thing coming if you think-” I snapped, the words ending with a gasp when he grabbed me and flipped me onto my stomach.
Before I could push myself off the bed and remove my face from the pillow, I felt him grab my hips and lift my bottom into the air.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I warned him, snarling in absolute frustration when my lecherous, traitorous body responded with another wave of arousal.
Fuck, I actually liked this. What the hell was wrong with me?
His fingers dug into my bottom, holding me in place as he rutted against my backside and slid the entire length of his cock into my opening. I cursed and moaned into the pillow, hating, and loving how fucking full I felt. Despite the fight I initially put up, he was met with no resistance, slipping into a frenzy that had him thrusting and grinding into my pussy.
Nolan growled and snarled in my ear, only they no longer sounded like the murderous kind. His balls slapped against my slit, my muscles gripping him for dear life as his movements grew rougher, more desperate with each sound I made. Any time I tried to question why I loved this; he’d hit a spot deep inside of me that made my eyes roll.
Before I knew it, I was screaming my release into the pillow, whimpering like a fool as I begged him to never stop.
It was when the stars faded from my eyes and I descended from the clouds that the bedroom door was ripped open, falling in a heap of splinters to the floor.
When Zeke and Brandon charged into the room, both their faces ashen and contorted in panic, I had no clue how to react. Nolan’s head whipped in their direction and the snarl he cast at them was menacing enough to make the hairs along my neck rise.
Embarrassment had barely taken hold before both of them charged Nolan, pulling him off of me and dragging him from the bedroom. All I could do was sit there and stare at the doorway, absolutely horrified and sporting a blush I knew would never go away.
I gave myself those fleeting seconds to drown before leaping from the bed, snatching a random t-shirt off the floor, and racing after them.
Really?” I scoffed, staring open-mouthed at Nolan through the glass of the holding cell he was in. “Is this necessary?”
Nolan paced back and forth, his head snapping in my direction whenever I spoke. His eyes were still that violent shade of gold, telling me his wolf was still in charge and very much feral.
The holding cell he sat in was a part of the newer renovations Nolan had orchestrated. There were dozens of these cubby-like rooms, each one with a cot and a small table, reinforced with military grade equipment to keep the prisoners contained.
I bet Nolan never thought he’d land himself in one.
Both men standing before me were grim, their lips pursed, and eyes cloaked in shadows. I was used to seeing that particular expression on Brandon, but not Zeke. Neither one appeared too happy about how things played out, but I needed to keep the conversation going. If I didn’t, I’d start thinking about what they barged in on and have no choice but to drown in embarrassment.
Brandon spoke first, snorting dryly at me before glancing Nolan’s way. In between the brothers was a two-way mirror, not that the wall of glass kept us from hearing one another.
“You might’ve been enjoying yourself, but I promise, it’s necessary.” He said, not reacting in the slightest when his older brother snarled and pounded on the glass.
Zeke grimaced, “Don’t provoke him, and quit being a jealous dick.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t provoke him. I’d hate for him to break out of here and kill another Alpha.
Seeing as you’re the only one close by, I’d watch out if I were you.” Brandon replied, a brittle smile playing across his face.
Instantly, my stomach began to plummet at his words and what they insinuated. Zeke, on the other hand, was unfazed and even rolled his eyes at Brandon.
“Explain.” I demanded, my eyes darting between the two of them. When neither answered and
Brandon’s expression twisted into a smirk, I snapped. “Now.”
“Mason’s witchy friend-” Brandon began, only to get cut off by Zeke.
“Clara.” He interjected.
Brandon sighed loudly, then continued.
“Right. Clara, Mason’s witchy friend, found one of the towns the other witches were staying in. The place was deserted, but we ran into a few friends on our way out.”
Zeke rolled his eyes again, much more fed up with Brandon than usual. He propped himself up on the edge of the table we hovered around, running a hand through his already messy hair. After a long, drawn-out yawn, he chimed in.
“It was Alpha Bran and some of his men. They’d been circling the town the witches had stayed in, almost like they were keeping it safe for their return.” He grimaced, unease filling every facet of his once warm voice. “Alpha Bran challenged Nolan. I think he could sense that something was off about him, that he was on edge from everything going on. I’m not too sure, but Bran thought he could win.”
“Surprise, surprise. He didn’t.” Brandon snorted, but the sound had an edge to it.
I had the distinct feeling they were holding something back, and that something was currently twisting my stomach into knots. What was even more troublesome was the weight to Brandon’s words.
When one Alpha challenged another, they battled to the death.
“Alpha Bran is dead.” I stated, looking between the two of them even though a confirmation wasn’t needed.
The answer was written across every tense line on their faces, mapped out within the thinness of their lips and in the way their eyebrows furrowed. For once, Brandon didn’t look the least bit jealous of his older brother.
“Sure is, which makes Nolan their new Alpha.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm when he said,
“How wonderful.”
“Look, he’s going to be here awhile. Why don’t you head back and get some rest? You look like you’re about to fall over.” Zeke said kindly, ignoring Brandon’s jibes.
“You have no room to talk about anyone looking exhausted. When’s the last time you slept?” I asked him, taking in the dark circles around his eyes and the way his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. His usual charm was nowhere to be found.
Brandon grunted, “Hard to sleep when you’re chasing a rabid Alpha through the forest for seven hours straight.”
I blinked at the two of them, again getting that feeling that there was something they were leaving out.
“Clara will explain the rest. She’s on her way here with Mason and the others.” Zeke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “When Nolan went… feral, we had no choice but to follow. She won’t be here for another couple hours, so try and catch some sleep until then.”
“We both know that none of us are going to manage any sleep until we figure out why my brother went fucking psycho.” Brandon rolled his eyes, pushing off the wall he leaned against.
Zeke glared at Nolan’s younger, more disgruntled clone as he left, promptly slamming the door behind him.
“Nice to know he cares.” I murmured.
Nodding, Zeke replied. “Trust me, I’m just as confused as you are.”
There was so much going on, so many questions that needed answering, yet we weren’t any closer to solving them than we had been months ago. The more I thought about it, I began to realize there was something in our possession that could help. It wouldn’t solve all our problems, but it might shed some light on a few. I’d been waiting for Nolan to get back to break it out, and while I wanted him lucid, there was no longer any time to waste.
“I’m going to run out and grab a few things. Anything you want me to bring back?” I asked Zeke, already heading for the door.
He called out, “Coffee, lots and lots of coffee.”
When I returned an hour and a half later, the old text on the Renaldi line in my hands, instantly I knew something had changed. Zeke was sitting at the observation table, his hands clasped behind his head as he scowled at the two-way mirror.
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