Page 18 of My Bad Boy Alpha

I didn’t take advice from anyone, but I respected Carve.He had lived a thousand lives, fought ten thousand battles, and lost his fated mate hundreds of times over and over again.Now, she lived in hatred of him.

Utter hatred.

“Olenna lives in Durnbone, you know,” I said.

“Don’t bring her up,” he said through gritted teeth.“I know she does.I’ve seen her.”

“Don’t you want her back?”

“Of course I do.My eyes fucking burn every night while I watch her flirt with other men, lie with them in her bedroom,” Carve snapped, hand tightening around his knives.“She is supposed to be with me, and I’m slowly losing control again around her.I fear that there will be no going back.No turning back time.This time …”

“You’ll have her for good,” I finished.

He relaxed his grip on his knives and nodded in agreement, but we both knew that she wouldn’t come to him willingly.He would have to wreak havoc, need to do shit so horrific that she couldn’t ignore.

“We will be together until our very last breaths,” he said, softer than I’d ever heard.

“So,” I said, curling my lips into a smirk, “you’re going to help me.”

Carve drew his fingers across his blades, a spark inside him that he hadn’t ignited for decades suddenly burning.Since King Xorgor had ascended the demon throne, Carve had been aching for another war.I could see it in his fucking eyes.

He tried to be smarter and wiser, but he had been cursed to fight.

“We’re terrible friends,” Carve said, which meant he had my back.No matter what.

“The fucking worst.”

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

ZURI

“Are you comfortable now?”Stone asked on our walk back to the pack house.

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I stared down at the dirt path and debated on what I should say to him.I didn’t know how much I could push him until he snapped, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to test it, seeing that he had friends who liked to throw damn knives in our direction.I still couldn’t get over the fact that Stone had grabbed the silver knife in his palm like it was nothing.

Nothing!

The last time I had touched silver, my hand had burned for weeks.And Stone had brushed it off like it was an everyday occurrence, his hand healing in a matter of minutes.I had never seen an injury heal that quickly before in my pack.We took at least a week to heal from the slightest touch of silver.

My pack had always spoken as if Alpha Stone were a devil, but maybe he wastheDevil.

“You’re giving me the silent treatment now?”he asked.

“No,” I said quietly.

“Then, what is it?”

“Just thinking about today,” I said, thoughts drifting to the massage and shopping.Nobody had ever spoiled me like that before, and I had never thoughtanyonewould, especially not Stone.“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For bringing me out to town and not being embarrassed to be seen with me.”The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.I snapped my lips closed and wondered where the hell that had even come from.I had been thinking about howsweetthe devil had been to me today.

Not that.

He growled and suddenly plastered me to the nearest tree, his callous hand wrapped tightly around my throat and his golden gaze piercing into mine.“Why the fuck would I be embarrassed to be seen with you?”

I sucked in a breath.“I-I didn’t mean?—”

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