Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 10

“Shit!” breathed Ever.

“Motherfucking bitch!” The eyes of his Dagger’s Wolf glowed black, menacing. He raised his hand to smack her.

“Do it and lose the arm!” I snarled fiercely, my body now vibrating with fury.

How dare he raise a hand to her?

I wasn’t playing. If he hit her, I had no doubt I would remove his limb from his body. As it was, it took everything in me to hold my Wolf back from shifting and ripping out his throat.

Again, Dagger’s shocked expression met my feral one. He put his hand down, but the fury didn’t leave his features.

The little mouse bounced lightly on her toes like a boxer, eyes darting all around, calculating her next move. Even my father sat forward in surprise as he watched her.

I wasn’t sure what to say to calm her down, so I focused on Dagger again, looking at the claw marks on his face and b***d on his shirt. His nose also looked a bit distorted. “What the f**k happened to you?”

Tension rolled through his large frame. His jaw twitched as he spoke through clenched teeth, “Your. Little. Mate.” He spoke each syllable as if it were a curse word.

“I see,” I replied slowly. I had assumed the damage had been caused by the male she’d fled with. Very few wolves got the jump on Dagger, but it appeared he hadn’t been prepared for her. My father snorted, the noise sounding suspiciously like amusement.

No one spoke as she faced Dagger, her hackles raised, ready to fight. He didn’t move, just glared at her. After a moment, she seemed confident Dagger wasn’t going to attack her from behind and spun back to face me. “Where’s my brother, you sick son of a bitch!”

“Language, my dear,” I reprimanded softly. I took a minute to look at her…really look at her. She had indeed grown. Her hair was a shocking shade of dark red, clearly not an effort to look natural, more of an in-your-face ‘f**k you’ to anyone who might care. Her face was as beautiful as I remembered, but thinner, more defined jaw and high crested cheekbones. None of the roundness and baby fat associated with a juvenile wolf remained. She was all female curves and fiery woman now. My gaze traveled down her body before taking my time back up again.

She interrupted my visual inspection, snapping, “If you’re done looking at my tits, answer the damn question!”

I couldn’t help the smirk that curled my lips. I had often wondered what her personality would be like. If she would be shy and submissive or temperamental and outgoing.

Temperamental and outgoing it was, then.

And I was having a hard time keeping my d**k from reacting to her boldness and strength. It had been too long since I’d been with a shewolf, and the one I wanted was standing right in front of me. Of course, she would also just as likely take my head off if given the opportunity, so ravishing her on my desk as my c**k really wanted to do, was probably out of the question.

I forced myself to refocus and gestured toward the chair. “Why don’t you sit down?”

“I’m not sitting or talking until you tell me where my brother is!” Okay, maybe if I gave her something, she would give me something in return. “He’s here. He’s alive. I have him detained for the time being.”

She placed her arms on her h**s, her feet wide. “I want to see him.”

“If you agree to answer some questions, we can discuss your visitation with him,” I allowed carefully.

Her eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s not good enough. You didn’t commit to a damn thing! You want me to follow through on your request; however, all you’re giving me in return is a conversation about what I want, which is worth nothing. Try again.”

Ever coughed, trying to cover up his laughter.

She glared at him.

I grinned. “Okay, little mouse, you win. Let me be clearer. Answer five of my questions, and in return, I will take you to see your brother.”

“Two,” she countered.

This was getting better and better. I could play this game all day long. She didn’t have control here, and it was time she understood it. I snapped, “Six.”

Her dark blue orbs raged. Her claws came out, eyes darting around the room again, calculating the exits.

Without a doubt, she was going to strike.

What was she thinking? There was no way she could get free. Not past all of us. And I didn’t want her hurting herself trying.

Before she could make a move, I crossed the space between us in a blink and forced her arms behind her, gripping her wrists in one hand, and moved my other hand to the nape of her neck. My fingers curled into her hair. I jerked her body tight to mine and used my grip in her hair to force her head up to look at me.

The effect of the bond was instant the moment our skin touched. Tingles coursed up my arms, through my chest and pooled in my groin. It stood stiff and ready for her attention, pressing against the confines of my pants and poking into her belly.

“Oh!” she gasped, frozen by both my unexpected attack and the shock of the bond.

I leaned down into her neck, my canines aching with the painful urge to mark her, but held back. Instead, I whispered throatily, “Do you really think you can possibly fight your way out of here?”

The momentary freeze caused by the bond was gone.

Her rage was back. She spat, “You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

“Maybe not, but I do know trying to fight your way past two Alphas, a Beta and several enforcers is a foolish endeavor.”

Her expression turned feral, eyes wild, tone low and deadly, “Not when I’m willing to die trying.”

Her words chilled me to the bone.

She meant them.

F**k. And now that meant I had no choice.

I was going to have to collar her to have my way with her!