Page 51 of Mated
“The two rogues my team and myself dispatched were most likely dosed with Brightex. That means the human was capable of dosing them and bringing them here. To Silver Rock.”
“My team and myself have fought this drug before.” I stop, jaw working as every fucking supe we buried months ago rises to the surface.
Soft, yet calloused fingers move up my forearm and Nisha’s body presses in tight to my side. My eyes flutter before I can stop them.
I turn my head and find her brilliant sea green eyes luminous in the dark.
She stares up into my face, her gaze like weight with every pass it makes over my features.
I squeeze her hand, and she leans into me, her heat and strength seeming to add to mine. The sensation is odd. And it sends my heart racing.
“The man is dangerous. He needs to be stopped at all costs.” I look back over at the kin. “When I gave Alpha Callus the directive to hunt for him, I assumed we were all fighting on the same side to keep Silver Rock free from this taint. That was my mistake.”
Callus scowls.
I press a step in front of Nisha and Caine as murmurs raise all around us in angry snarls and harshly whispered expletives.
I hold my free hand up and they slowly descend into silence. “I ask now for volunteers to assist myself and my team in keeping the Silver Rock kin from that taint.”
Quiet descends over the clearing.
Ebony pushes from the tree behind her and her thetas follow loosely at her back. “You have my sight and my claws,” she says in that low timbre.
Nisha stiffens at my side and a touch of anger fragrances her scent.
Could she be jealous?
Something hot unfurls in my gut. I slip my hand from hers and slide my palm over her smooth stomach onto the lean curve of her hip. Her inhale is shaky and her scent spikes with pure feminine arousal. My cock jumps.
I dig my fingers into her skin in an inaudible response.
Fuck. Me.
Caine shifts beside us, his eyes glowing brighter. But I shove my roar of triumph deep down in my chest before I give in to the need to take her over the nearest picnic table.
“I welcome your aid,” I call to Ebony. Her thetas clap a hand over their bare, rock-hard chests in salute as well and my smile grows feral.
Callus’ jaw blanches in the low light across from me.
I just wait.
Slowly, the rest of the kin lose a trace of their aggression. They peel away from the pack in two and threes to stand behind Ebony and her enforcers.
Nisha’s hands tighten over my arm in an encouraging squeeze.
I dip my head to each group. “I ask that you stay in teams. The male is surprisingly fast and he may not be alone.” They nod and start down the hill to the tree line, Ebony and her thetas at the forefront.
My shoulders loosen a touch and I can only call the fucking emotion relief.
I turn my attention to Callus. “Where are the cats?”
He glowers. “Cold storage.”
I smile. “Good.” I give Nisha’s side a brief squeeze before releasing her and starting off in the direction of the rec hall. “Feel free to join your people, Callus,” I call back to him. “The more eyes we have on this, the better.”
His low grumbles follow me over the field and my smile only grows.
Chapter 23
