Filed To Story: Alpha's Regret: His Wrongful Rejection
She’s shaking her head vehemently before I get the words all the way out. “I can’t.”
“You can’t stand in the doorway forever.”
She casts me a dark look. “Yeah. You’re right. I’m going out on the porch. If I stay in here, I’m gonna throw up.” And she turns on her heel and does just that.
She turns her back on her alpha. Me.
No one does that. No one. Even my father never walked away from me. He was too good a fighter to make that kind of mistake. And here’s Una, giving me her back at every opportunity.
My lip quirks up. She knows I won’t hurt her. Maybe not consciously, but something inside her-maybe her wolf-recognizes that in our pack of two, she outranks the hell out of me.
If she ever realizes the power that gives her, I’m fucked. But I can’t bring myself to mind.
My mate could stalk off up the hill to her place, make this is a real fight, but she doesn’t. She pokes around the front porch a little and then manages to lower herself to the top stair, stretching the hoodie over her knees as far as it’ll go to cover herself. That’s right. That body is only for me.
I’m gonna have to rethink the full moon runs. She can shift now, and I don’t think my wolf will be able to handle her naked around the other males for the swim afterwards. I’d be cool. I don’t have human hang ups. But my wolf, though. He definitely wouldn’t be okay with it.
I watch Una from the front window while I make a few calls. A few packmates pass on the path. She ignores them. They eye her, curious, but not curious enough to talk to a low-ranking lone female. She looks like she’s in time out on the alpha’s porch.
Rowan and Tierney strut past, and they bend their heads close, whisper and laugh, and glance in her direction. She doesn’t blink. Her back is straight, and her chin is up.
She’s a tough female. It’s a quiet strength. Not showy in the slightest. She’s the kind of fighter that makes a killing on the circuit. Everyone bets against the standoffish, silent guy, and then he’s always the one to come back with the KO in the fifth round.
Shy does not exclude fierce.
After I check in with our patrols-no news from the northeast quadrant-I call Ivo and tell him to post a male at the access road exit onto the highway. No one in or out. Then, I call Cheryl to get a crew over to do a deep clean. Replace the rugs and the sofa. I don’t take females to my bed, but I figure a new mattress and linens won’t hurt either.
Then, I check in with Tye. He’s pissed that I disappeared. I’m supposed to be meeting with the lieutenants to finalize the plans for Cadoc Collins’ training. The alpha of Moon Lake Pack is sending his heir to us for a few months to “hone his skills.” It’s gonna take almost the whole time to unteach him what he’s already learned. Moon Lake pack fights like bitches.
It’ll give me and Una a place to go, though, while Cheryl works her magic. I’ll take her by her old cabin first to get something to cover her legs, and then we’ll go to Tye’s.
I want to throw her on my bed, and fuck the salty out of her, but I’m gonna have to be patient. She’ll come to me in her own time.
Meanwhile, I satisfy myself by watching her out of the front window as she touches my bite mark with her fingertips.
* * *
Walking to Tye’s, it’s like I’m driving straight down a goddamn rumble strip. My chest is numb from my wolf’s constant growl. He doesn’t like males anywhere near Una, and of course, like always, a half dozen folks crawl out of the woodwork as I pass through the commons. Everyone wants something.
I cut each one off before they have the chance to get started, but they all come too close. And apparently, too close is within five feet of Una. Then ten and then twenty. By the time we get to the path to her cabin, word has spread, and packmates are gathering in clusters, gossiping. But at least they’re keeping their damn distance.
I’ve never felt this before. The growling rubs my nerves raw. My fangs have descended with no sign of retracting. Makes my mouth fill with spit. And then I get hungry.
Shit.
Does Una need to eat?
It’s not dinner time yet, but she must’ve missed lunch with her little escapade into town.
She can miss a meal. It’s not gonna kill her.
But now my wolf’s grumbling about that, and truth be told, I’m uneasy about it, too.
Una needs to be fed. She’s sturdy, but how long would that padding last in a survival situation? Not even a couple weeks.
I don’t know why it’s of essential importance to my wolf and I that Una be able to live through a hard winter right now, in this very moment, but it’s at the top of my brain. She also needs to learn to fight. And how to shoot since fighting is probably hopeless with a wolf as small as hers. And a healer needs to see that leg. I can’t believe that’s as good as it can get.
Everything’s fucking rearranging itself in the natural order-with Una crowding out every other concern-and it’s disorienting as hell.
I think about the pack, twenty-four seven. The circuit. Which males need their asses kicked? Who’s ready to move up? I think about threats and security and the goddamn utility bill way more than I want to, that’s for sure.
And then there’s pack politics. What’s Moon Lake doing? How close to anarchy is the Last Pack today? When is Lochlan Byrne gonna make his move? Would it make life simpler in the long run to kick the shit out of Eamon and those other old timers who are filling his head with dreams of a position he cannot possibly take? How wrong is it to give an elder a beatdown if it keeps the peace?
Except for in the gym, that’s what goes through my head, an incessant whirl, mostly questions I can’t answer and shit I don’t know.
Not now. That’s background noise. Una is the center.
Her wonky shuffle. Her swinging braid. Her downcast brown eyes.
She slows as she climbs the path to her cabin. Why did I never consider that I put the female with the bad leg halfway up the steepest hill in camp?
She won’t accept help. I go to grab her elbow, but she tucks it to her side.
And how did I ever think she was plain? Her face is calm, like the surface of the quarry lake on a windless day, but it speaks volumes. And it’s beautiful. Her lips have the sweetest divot at the top, her nose tilts just at the end, giving her a snooty air that’s cute as hell. And she has honest eyes.
Everyone in the world wants something from me. Approval. Status. Protection.
And they’re trying to hide shit, too. Failings. Weakness. Ambition.
Not Una Hayes. She would like me to fuck myself, and she makes no effort to conceal the fact. It’d be adorable if I knew without a doubt that this shit ends with us mated like Fate intended.
I need to put babies in that curved belly.
I need her to smile at me.
I need not to have fucked up the best thing that’s ever happened in my life before it even happened.
I had accepted that I would always be alone. But acceptance is a stage of grief, isn’t it? It’s not joy. It’s not right. A part of me knew this was out here, waiting. That’s why I never got too close to another female.
Every moment with Una, my end of the bond thickens and surges. It was a shadow, a cloud floating across the sun, but now it’s a living thing, strong, seeking.
How did I not recognize it?
Thankfully, my brain gives it a rest when we get to Una’s place. As soon as she mounts the stairs, the door flies open, and Mari’s curly mop boings out. Annie and Kennedy crowd behind her. Their eyes pop simultaneously when they catch sight of me.
“Oh, shit,” Kennedy whispers. They shuffle backwards, necks bent. The stench of fear reaches me at the same time Una’s back straightens.
“They had nothing to do with it,” she says to me over her shoulder.
“Don’t lie to me, mate.” I walk her through the doorway, the others backing up, clustered tight together, guilt written all over their faces.
Do they think I’d hurt them? They’re females. Everything I’ve ever done is to keep them safe.
But as soon as she crosses the threshold, Una scurries away, putting space between us. Every foot of distance raises my hackles higher, but I let her go to her friends. I want to grab her, yank her back to my side, but following my gut has not been standing me in good stead these days.
The females’ arms reach for her and pull her close as they shuffle and fuss until they surround her. They’re protecting her from me. They’re terrified, especially Annie, but all of their wolves are close to the surface, rumbling a warning.
My wolf is smart enough not to take it as a challenge. He stays silent. The last thing I need is him ripping out a snarl that makes three lone females piss themselves in their own living room.
“W-what is he going to do?” Mari says under her breath to Una, those ridiculously big blue eyes trained on me. I get why Darragh thinks she’s too young to mate properly. She looks like a living doll. It’s kind of unsettling.
Una draws herself to full height and looks at me, raising her eyebrows. Now that’s an unmistakable challenge.
What am I gonna do?
Females aren’t allowed off the territory without an escort. If the Last Pack knew our unmated females roamed unprotected, they’d snatch them, and I can’t say I’d blame them. If we can’t keep our females safe, we don’t deserve them.
But I’m not gonna shoot myself in the foot, either, and sentence Una and her girls to any kind of punishment.
I can’t sweep it under the rug. I heard the police sirens back in Chapel Bell. Once the local officials grab their balls, they’ll head out here for “a talk.” It won’t come to anything. It never does. The locals don’t want the hassle of feds swooping in. But I won’t be able to keep humans in our territory under wraps. The elders will be knocking on my door the second they catch wind of the aftershave and tobacco.
Luckily, Una saves me for the moment.
“He’s not going to do anything.” She hikes her chin and glares at me for a full three seconds before she slides her gaze to the side. My quiet lion.