Page 18 of Fearful Mate

Chapter Eight

Thomas

I wish I could be anywhere but here.I want to take Lola away from this animal and make sure she never has to breathe the same air as him ever again.He glares at us as we watch him closely, waiting for him to make the first move.

The door to the bunker opens with a creak and Iris walks in with the twins.She looks tired and pale.Instant worry for the woman before me settles over me like a cloak, wrapping around me.

“Breathe,” Lola says softly, squeezing my hand.“Her mates won’t allow anything to happen to her.”

Iris stares at her brother for a moment, sadness coating the air before she shakes her head.Lifting her chin, she straightens her spine before walking right up to him and slapping him.The sound bounces off the bare white walls of the small room.

“I mourned you,” she hisses.“You and Father manipulated me.Lied to me.”

“You stupid bitch!”he roars.He fights against the leather straps that keep him bound to the wooden chair but can’t break his bonds.

“Shifters are not what you said,” Iris hisses back.“They don’t kill people for fun or eat humans.They are just like us, trying to live in peace.They don’t experiment on pregnant woman or babies!”

My skin crawls at the reminder of the only life I have ever known.Iris is right, the shifters are not the bad guys in this situation.

“Not all humans are bad,” I say softly, stepping beside her and offering some of my strength.“But your brother and father certainly are.”

She stares at me with tears swimming in her gaze.“I don’t know what to do.”The words are barely a whisper as they escape her.“He’s my brother.”

“You don’t have to do a damn thing,” Lola says.“Keep him locked up until clearer heads can prevail.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!”he roars from his chair.“Thomas, I will get you for this.”

“I’m not afraid of you anymore,” I say, leaning into his space, allowing my wolf to shimmer beneath my skin.“I have learned that I am not weak.You should be afraid of me.”

I see a flicker of fear in his eyes before he smirks.

“And you, Lola?What would your Alpha have to say about you breaking a deal he has worked so hard to keep?”

I growl loudly, leaning into his space and contemplating letting my wolf have his way with the bastard in front of me.But my mate’s laughter pulls me back from the brink of violence simmering in my veins.

“My Alpha, Caine,” she states slowly and clearly, “probably wants to rip your head off and send it back to your father in a pretty box with a little bow on top.If you are talking about Silas and the Thorn Pack...”she smiles sweetly before continuing.“Well, I don’t give a single flying fuck.I can tell you there will be words about their association with the Hunters and I have a feeling things are going to change.”

“You don’t know shit, little girl,” he says, smiling cruelly.

“I know your agreement excludes all dire wolves.”She shrugs nonchalantly.“I know Silas made it clear he would wipe each and every hunter off the face of the earth if you broke his one single rule.Did you know dire wolves are basically endangered?We are almost extinct to be honest.”

The hunter smirks.“We’ve never touched a single fucking dire wolf.”

“No?”She looks like she is thinking really hard before she smiles at me.“My mate is a dire wolf.”

Terror flashes across his features as he looks at me.“That’s not true...”

“But it is.”My words ring with finality.“Did you really think you built some super wolf shifter with your little experiments?You’re not God.Not even close.”

I watch the color drain from his face and for the first time in my life, I know I am the one in control.I have the upper hand.

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Lola

Pride is the overwhelming emotion I feel at my mate standing up for himself.As we all walk out of the bunker toward Caine and Peyton’s home, I know we don’t have any solutions for the current situation, but we will.Soon.

My heart hurts for Iris, this woman I barely know.What she has been put through is terrible.I can’t believe her own family manipulated her so badly.But then again, what was my mother trying to do to me?It seems our parents do the most harm to us, even if they may have the best intentions at heart.

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