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“Please talk this out with them,” I request. “I really think there’s an amicable way to deal with this. If you–”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth, traitorous bitch,” he grinds out. “I’m about to deal with this all right. I’m about to shake things up in a big way. Since you didn’t fuckin’ help I’ll remember your treason when I take this land for myself. The land, the pack, and especially this sweet thing here.” He grabs Sherry by hooking a hand around her neck and pulling her to his body.

“Who the hell do you think you are putting your hands on me?” Sherry demands, hands up and trying to push him away, but he’s not budging.

“I’m the man of your dreams, sweet thing. The one you’ve been waiting for.”

She jerks with shock as he puts his mouth on hers.

I’ve never seen my brother kiss another female. It’s shocking and gross, because he licks her mouth. She struggles and recoils while she wipes her mouth, eyeing the knife in his hand as she does.

Oh no. A knife?

“Excuse me but what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she demands with what looks like false bravado because she’s still looking at the knife.

“I’m about to shake some shit up. And surprise, surprise, you get a front row seat, by my side. Fuck, this is a nice side effect. Never believed in this shit before but yeah, I get it. You’re one lucky lady. I’m taking this place and you…” he points the knife at her “get to be my queen.”

“Wyatt, seriously, please listen–”

His eyes bounce to me with hatred in them. “Shut your fuckin’ mouth. How dare you even speak to me without permission. Not the way I planned to do this tonight, but let’s go end this shit.” Wyatt’s eyes narrow, zeroing in on something on me. “Look at that ridiculous fuckin’ thing on your neck. I should cut it off you.” He points the knife at me with a sneer. “You’ve got a lot of shit to answer for, slut. Spreadin’ your legs for the enemy? And you fuckin’ stink, covered in that scent? I oughta cut that off your throat and make you bathe in bleach to get that stench off you.”

Sherry begins backing up.

“Tyson Savage isn’t what you think, Wyatt. I did what you asked, and he survived, but I found out a lot of things. Things that could help us. If he killed Father, it’s because his uncle forced him.These people aren’t an abomination. They could actually help us. It’s not too late. You could sit down with them and–”

He releases me and quickly switches the knife to his other hand, pointing it at me as he reaches out to snatch her wrist too before she gets past him.

“Definitely too late. And you’ve been no help whatsoever. In fact you’ve been feeding them information, haven’t you? So I’m gonna remember that when this is over. Believe that.”

“What are you going to do?” I ask, horrified.

I don’t like how confident he is. He’s here in this town hall with loads of people, with all the alphas in attendance. And here he is looking like he thinks he’s holding all the cards.

He has something planned. I just don’t know what, though I already know it’s not good. I suspect there’s more happening here than him planning to point a knife at the council here. He has no scent so he’s obviously masked, but to walk in here so blatantly like this?

“Is this asshole the one who made you shoot Ty? Poison the pack members? Attacked Riley and shot those guys with poison darts?” Sherry demands. “You’re in big trouble, man. You should do what your sister says and beg my brother and the other council members for mercy.”

“You two can flap your gums to one another later on when I don’t got shit to get done on a deadline. And when I don’t have to listen to you while you do it. Fuckin’ females. Though this one’ll be under my heel for a while after the traitorous shit she’s pulled.” He gestures to me. “And you…” He eyes Sherry hungrily, “You’ll definitely be under me in every way you can be for the foreseeable future. Fuck me, but you smell better than any bitch I’ve ever scented. Your scent drew me here. The fact my traitorous bitch of a sister was here with you shows me this is mytime. My night. It’s all comin’ together.” He smiles wide like the evil villain he is.

“Wy, please listen…”

“Shut the fuck up,” Wyatt growls and pulls us both out of the bathroom and the knife is very close to my throat as we move toward a strange buzz.

There’s a major ruckus of discordant noise happening and I don’t have any idea what it is.

He tries to take us to the nearby exit, but a shadow moves in and calls out, “What the fuck? Release those women and stand down. Now!”

Cade. One of the men I gave the herb to.

“Unhand those women right now,” he repeats in a thunderous tone.

“Back off or this one gets her throat slit,” Wyatt threatens with the knife pointed an inch from my mate mark.

“Don’t shield yourself with females, you piece of shit. Let them go and take me on.” Cade wiggles his fingers in a ‘come at me’ gesture.

“Out of the way.” he warns. “Or Greyson Blackwood’s cunt gets her throat slit.”

“You’re not getting past me with these women,” Cade denies.

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