Page 35 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter
“What the hell are you playin’ at, sailor?” Gideon asks, his voice full of menace. “First you come to my house and now you break my rules.”
Javi crosses his arms and lifts his chin in defiance. I start to sit up, water getting into my eyes and mouth, but my alpha growls down at me, warning me not to move. The others are still moving around me, like they might strike at any moment.
This isn’t over.
Not by a long shot.
“What rules?” Javi says. “I played your game and I won the chase. This female is mine.”
My heart pounds at his words. He’s right—I belong to him now, no matter what I want. What’s more important right now, though, is the fact that this clearly wasn’t what my father wanted…and that makes me glad it was Javi who caught me.
“You’re not my pack,” Gideon says.
"You didn’t say that was part of the rules," Javi snaps, his voice a razor’s edge, a growl rolling through his chest.
The circle of alphas tightens, their hungry, panting bodies slick with sweat, still trembling with adrenaline, still waiting, still hoping for even the slightest opening to take what should be his.
But there’s no opening.
Because Javi isn't letting me go.
And they know it.
Abel’s voice cuts through the chaos, sharp with challenge, his tone taunting, testing.
"And what are you going to do with her?"
Javi bares his teeth, his claws lengthening where his hand still presses against my waist.
The growl that rips from his throat is low, guttural, dripping with the kind of possession that should make my stomach churn, that should make me afraid.
Instead, my body reacts like it’s been waiting for this.
My thighs clench, my breath catches, and a new, deeper ache spreads between my legs like wildfire.
"I’m going to rut her."
The words are filthy, raw, delivered with unshakable certainty.
"I’m going to use her."
His fingers tighten against my hip, his grip firm, possessive, unyielding.
"She’s mine."
A shudder wracks through me, my stomach twisting in knots, my pulse a stuttering mess in my throat.
His.
The other alphas snarl in frustration, a ripple of jealousy passing through the gathered men, but Javi doesn’t even look at them.
His focus is singular, laser-sharp, locked onto Gideon.
"I’m taking my mate," Javi says, his voice like thunder, his body tense, coiled, dangerous.
"And we’re leaving."
Gideon laughs.
