Page 104 of Drown My Sorrow

So why do I feel so restless?

PresentDay

I look at the waves coming in and glance back at Ezy, who is currently getting ready. Okay, so I’ve got a hell of a lot more respect for these three idiots than I had a few minutes ago.

“Just how big are those waves?”

“Bout sixty feet, give or take.”

“Why?” I say flatly, no hiding my displeasure.

When I glance over my shoulder, Kelly is smiling to himself. “It’s an invitation only experience. The chance to really feel the power of nature, to experience the ocean with all its glory. Look at those waves, bro, look at the insanity of them. I want to feel the strength, ride it, be part of it. Just once. I need to do this.”

I get an uneasy feeling and glance back at the Raines section of our pack.

Aspyn is edgy, too.

Shale tilts his head and considers the wave before he glances over his shoulder.

“Can you do it? Will you be safe?”

Kelly looks up. “We wouldn’t be here if we couldn’t. This is the first time I’ve ever been able to get here. I’ve been invited the last three years in a row. It’s wild.” He lets out a bark of laughter and, to be honest, looks happier than I’ve ever seen him.

I rub my chin. I’m crazy, but this is some next level craziness, and if something happens to them, it’s going to hurt her.

Nope. Not on my watch.

I plant my feet and glare at them. “You’re not doing it.”

Kelly stands up straight, but it’s Ezy who glares at me bitterly.

“Please, if we die, you’ll be happy. One less alpha to make stupid mistakes.”

Aspyn goes white. He doesn’t even notice.

I clench my hand into a fist and point at Kelly and Gael. “Don’t let them go anywhere. I need to have a chat with my boy here.”

Ezy stands up straight but lets out a huff of annoyance that only pisses me off more.

I grab him by the nape and walk him back towards the lonely stone building at the top of the cliff. There are heaps of people around, but they’re watching the other surfers out there. The stiff breeze is at our back, blowing the salty sea air straight at us.

Ezy tries to fight me, but I slam my palms into his chest and send him careening through the door. As soon as we’re in, I close the door and lock it. There’s a table with bags and personal items that belong to the surfers, their clothes and towels. Water, first aid kits. The guys who ride on the jet skis have left their personal belongings here, too.

This is fucking stupid.

“Keagan, stop,” Ezy whispers fearfully.

He backs up a step, but there’s nowhere for him to go. I grab the back of his head, and, when he fights me, I slam our skulls together. He’s dazed and stunned when I move in and kiss him.

I can’t help it. There is something so defensive and adorable about this alpha. I want to destroy him and protect him. Break him to build him up.

As soon as I draw away, he inhales a trembling breath.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you doing this? Why bond us? Why come here? Why stop me? Why kiss me? Why, Keagan, why?”

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