Page 29 of Silas's Sweetheart

“When did other damn omegas offer to fuck omegas during their heat? When?” he ground out angrily.

What the hell was he talking about?

Silas frowned, his brows touching as he stared at Booker. “I’m lost? Who’s offering to fuck who? And why would that make you and your bear angry?”

They’d hardly had time to catch up since they’d been home, mainly because Silas hated keeping secrets from Booker and he wasn’t ready to talk about Ziggy and what they were doing in the office. Especially after…

Booker stomped around the office as Silas watched him with concern. “Ziggy and Frey!”

His heartabsofuckinglutelyrolled in his chest as his brain latched on to what Booker was implying. “Stop fucking pacing a minute and explain,” Silas insisted, too pissed to keep a hold on his own growing temper. “What is it with Ziggy and Frey?”

Booker spun to face him and angrily jabbed a finger at him. “Ziggy is fucking Frey.”

Silas felt the blood leave his head and a wave of dizziness swept over him, causing him to stagger back. “You’re wrong,” he replied in utter disbelief. There was no way Ziggy would put a rule in about fucking other people and being honest, then fuck Frey. “Ziggy is no way offering or fucking Frey.” His lips curled into a snarl, the anger now matching Booker’s.

“Little you know!” Booker snapped furiously, clearly spoiling for a fight. “I’ve just heard them talking about it. Frey has his heat soon and Ziggy was talking about going on the internet… googling shit to find ways to make it fucking fun… to fuck Frey.”

As the words registered, Silas lost it and charged at Booker, gripping the front of his shirt, fisting it so tightly the material tore. He didn’t care. An image of Ziggy beneath him, flushed with kiss-swollen lips, dressed in silk, flashed in front of his eyes.

“What’s your fucking issue!” Booker exclaimed, tugging hard enough to bruise Silas’s fingers.

“You’ve got it all wrong,” Silas snarled, right in his face, unable to get himself under control at the devastation Booker’s words were wreaking.

Lies.

Lies.

It was all lies!

All he could hear were his own words circling inside his brain.Just sex. Just fucking. Nothing more.They ran amok through his mind, piling on top of the fury when he was the one who’d insisted on the barrier to protect himself.

How is that working out for you?

Fuck you!Silas screamed in his mind at his wolf side.

“I’ve got fuck all wrong. And if you don’t get your fucking hands off me, you’re gonna see my damn furry ass!”

Silas let go, incensed by the urge to throttle Booker, who staggered back, demanding, “What am I missing here?”

“Nothing!” Silas spat back, his heart hammering so hard it made his ears ring.Just sex.

“Yeah, right?” Booker twisted to the side, digging his fingers into the ripped seam of his shirt. “It sure fucking looks like it.”

Silas’s angry gaze landed on the torn shirt and heat flooded his cheeks at what he’d done because…

No.

No.

No fucking way did he have feelings for Ziggy.

His wolf actually shook its head.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a stiff, formal tone, struggling to hold on and not break apart.

Booker threw up his arms. “Right, whatever. But you better not be fucking interested in Frey!”

Silas shook as Booker stomped out of the office, leaving the door wide open, not looking back. He couldn’t get his legs to move, to walk the few steps and close the door so he could… what? Fall apart? Rant? Kick the fuck out of the furniture? Get to his phone and demand Ziggy explain himself?

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