Alpha Jack
I don’t see red
Tamred.
My grip tightens, fingers digging into his skin until I hear the sickening, satisfying pop–crack of bone shifting. He bares his neck in submission, choking- but it does nothing to calm the wildfire raging inside my chest.
He touched hot.
He held her.
She was in his arms.
“Jack, let him go! Please!” Kali’s voice breaks through the storm in my head–high–pitched, terrified. I feel her hands pushing against my chest and when I look down, I see her eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Shining. Red–rimmed. Brimming with tears.
Tears.
For him,
A bitter taste rises in my throat. Jealousy–raw, ugly–chokes me.
I was looking for her. I’d gone to my private library to surprise her. Thought maybe we could sit together and read. Maybe, in that quiet, romantic atmosphere, she’d finally let her guard down and accept me. Open up to me.
Thate reading–but for her? I was willing to turn pages until sunrise if it meant seeing her smile.
But she wasn’t there.
I waited.
Ten minutes turned into thirty. Then an hour. Every second felt like a noose tightening around my chest.
Where the hell was she? I even mindlinked my sister out of desperation. She told me Kali was home.
And I came racing back like a fucking lunatic–like a man in love. Only to walk in and find her in his arms. Her face buried in his chest.
No male should ever have to see that. No Alpha. No mate.
I finally blink. My jaw clenches as I force myself–physically force myself–to let him go. Fury collapses to the floor with a violent cough, clutching his neck and gasping for breath like a wounded mutt
Kali drops to her knees beside him, hands trembling as she checks him over.
“Are you okay?” she asks softly, full of concern.
My stomach knots.
“I’ve had worse,” Fury rasps, managing a weak smile like a damn hero in a bad play.
I see red all over again.
“You’re in love with my mate, aren’t you, I growl darkly.
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