Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 33

“Everything I wanted first?” Leander repeated flatly, his brows furrowed. And then understanding lit his expression. “And this…this is what you thought the entire time? That I was going to use you and then pass you around?”

“Yes,” I whispered, fighting back tears again.

“Motherfucker,” he swore under his breath. Instantly, he was right in front of me, one hand on my h*p, the other cupped my cheek. His onyx eyes bore into mine. “You saw how I reacted with Luca. Never would I have allowed any of my wolves to touch you! And as far as what happened yesterday, I’ll admit I thought about sleeping with Sydney. I was drunk. You’d made it clear where you stood, so when she offered, I followed her to her room. I sat on the edge of the bed. She pushed me back and climbed on top of me.”

Pain crashed over me as the images play through my mind. It was too much to take. I didn’t want to hear all of the nitty-gritty details of their s****l escapade. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me. He just held tighter and said urgently, “I couldn’t do it! I couldn’t touch her to save my life. I haven’t been able to touch anyone like that. Not since I first laid eyes on you three years ago.”

Shock reverberated through me.

“What are you saying?” My heart pounded in my chest. The possibility seemed absurd, but yet… “Are you saying you haven’t been with a female in all of this time?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Sincerity resounded in his transparent expression.

I had no idea what to say. My throat tightened, my mouth dry. I blinked. I didn’t have time to contemplate any farther because Leander placed a quick k**s on my forehead and pulled me into his chest tightly for a moment and then released me. He took my hand and gently pulled me into motion as we headed toward the door.

Ever followed along with us as Leander ground out orders, “I want that bastard in my dungeon in the next sixty seconds. Get the healer. Tell her to be prepared. I want a muzzle and duct tape as well.”

“F**k,” Ever swore under his breath and then louder, “Got it!” before he jogged off, pulling his phone from his pocket on the way.

When we reached the ground floor level, Cyril came in the front door. He took in Leander’s fearsome expression and asked evenly, “What is it, son?”

Leander didn’t even slow down. He just continued toward the dungeon, but snarled, “I need to teach a Wolf what happens when he touches what belongs to me.”

Cyril’s intent gaze shifted to me. I had no idea what he found in my expression, probably wild-eyed shock. Leander continued, “Join me if you like…it makes no difference to me.”

Cyril fell into motion with us, silently.

……….

In less than a minute after we arrived in the dungeon, Leander tucked me over to the side near a wall, about five feet away from him. Dagger was dragged in by four other wolves. Dagger’s eyes were wide with fear as he took in Leander’s expression. “Leander, just talk to me. What the hell is going on?”

Leander laughed, the sound coming out feral and threatening. “You really have to ask me that question? Did you think I would never replace out you touched my mate?”

Dagger’s eyes went wide with the implication of Leander’s words. He was quick to defend himself. “You’ve shared all of your shewolves in the past! I didn’t think she was any different. You said it yourself. She was nothing more than your little whore!”

Leander didn’t cringe this time. Instead, he snapped, “Yes. I said she was my little whore. Mine! And you haven’t heard me refer to her as a whore in over two and a half years!”

Dagger looked stricken and insisted, “But you shared all of your women!”

“I wasn’t sharing them, you dumbfuck! I just didn’t give a shit when they moved on after me, to my men. It was their prerogative.”

Abruptly, the healer entered the room, and another Wolf came in carrying a muzzle. Daggers eyes darted to them, opening wide in shock and horror and then back to Leander. He began to beg, “No, please! Please don’t do this. Please give me a quick death. I’ve been loyal to you!”

Leander laughed, the sound echoing wickedly off of the concrete walls. “Tell you what, if you can beat me, I’ll give you your freedom.”

Instantly, the now room full of wolves pressed back, giving them more space. Cyril motioned with his head for me to move with them. I was quick to comply. I certainly didn’t want to get in the middle of a fistfight. Not with Leander as one of the combatants.

The fight began. Leander even let Dagger get in the first hit. I’d never seen Leander in hand-to-hand combat before, but I knew enough to tell he was playing with Dagger. Dagger came at him with full force. Leander responded, making contact with his fists to various parts of Dagger’s body, but he was restrained. He was holding back. After several minutes, Dagger was breathing hard. Leander must have had enough because it was as if his body coiled tight and then exploded into a shocking fury of strength. It only took two punches, and Dagger was down. Shit.

Leander barked, “Shackle him!”

Two wolves hauled Dagger to his feet. He stood panting, unsteady. They forced his arms over his head and locked his wrists into silver shackles attached to the wall.

“Strip him!”

Again the wolves were in motion. They didn’t bother undoing any buttons or removing his clothing the usual way. Instead, their claws came out, and they slashed down his body, shredding through the fabric like butter and drawing bloody long streaks into his skin.

Dagger shuddered and panted.

Leander was in his face again. His lips curled up in cruel anticipation as he chuckled, “You know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”

Actual tears fell from Daggers eyes. “Please…just kill me.”