Page 14 of Knot a Tie
She bites her lip and clutches her bag even closer to her as if that’s going to stop anyone from attacking her. She needn’t worry though. I will kill anyone who touches her now. I have fallen like Wile. E. Coyote chasing the Roadrunner off a cliff.
Suddenly. Shockingly. Scarily.
I don’t ‘do’ relationships, or feelings, or love, or any of that shit. I just don’t want to. Not that I’m not capable, but no one has ever even come close to bringing that out in me. I use omegas to get me through the rut, but that’s about the limit, and even that disgusts me. I hate touching anyone in a sexual way, and to have them touch me back like that, turns my stomach to the point where I have to physically stop myself from throwing up.
“Hands off,” I growl at Bryan, tearing my gaze from Rayne to give him a death stare. “That’s not what she is here for.”
Rayne’s slight whimper ignites my possessive side. A side that I never even knew I had before this moment.
“You don’t need to worry about Mick,” I snarl, cutting my gaze across to the leader of this loose pack. Prime just isn’t the right word for it. “You aren’t his type.”
She blinks when I look back at her. I stifle my chuckle when I see that she’s insulted by that. I don’t blame her. She is clearly wealthy, definitely gorgeous and unmated. She’s everybody’s type.
Except Mick’s.
He likes his woman soft and subordinate, scared and pitiful.
Rayne is none of those things, despite her current despondency. She will come out fighting again, I have no doubt and I look forward to seeing it.
Mick sneers at her, but turns around again.
I hear her breathe out in relief.
I want to tell her she has nothing to worry about, that I’ll protect her, that I’m stronger than all of these alphas put together. They don’t know it. No one knows it. No one knows that I’m a prime alpha hiding out from my family pack because I just don’t want what they were trying to force on me. I just want to be me. I don’t want to lead, or show diplomacy and restraint, or any of the other things that prime alphas should do.
“Where are we going?” she asks after another minute of silence.
“London,” I reply.
“I was headed there. I’m meeting my cousin. I’m supposed to check in with my parents, by phone call,” she says emphatically, turning to give Bryan the side eye.
“You can ring them when we get where we’re going,” I inform her.
“Can I make you a deal?” she asks, her former strength resurfacing.
“What is it?” Mick growls, turning around again.
She tears her gaze from mine and fixes him with a glare that I would not like to be on the receiving end of. “I will be your prize. I will parade around in front of the other players in this game, hell, they can even give me a good whiff toverifyme, if they must. But then, you drive me back to my car and we part ways, never to see each other again. I won’t utter a word to my father, as long as I make it back to my Mercedes in one piece without a scratchor a biteon me. Deal?”
I’m flabbergasted. She has balls of steel. No one demands anything of Mick. It’s the other way around.
“Deal,” Mick says, his eyes sliding to the side to indicate he is lying.
She huffs out, knowing it as well as I do.
She scoots in closer to me, an almost smug smile aimed in my direction. “Deal?” she asks me, sending the car into a state of disarray.
She knows.
She can sense it.
She has singled me out as the strongest of the pack.
Not good.
That is not good for anyone.
Least of all me.
