Page 57 of Never Tamed
Are we the problem?
Or are they just better together, kind of like we are? I’m forced to admit the truth when it’s right in front of my face this time.
I tap my fingers against my thigh before I catch myself and stifle the movement with a growl. And through the mate bond, I feel them. Noble and Ren. And fucking Dax although he’s not a part of this. I only recognize the distinctive spike in her pleasure she gets when she’s being filled by more than one cock. And since Mathis is here with me—
Mathis only arches a dark brow higher, the lines of his forehead going deep with the movement. “You have to tune them out.”
His cabin bears all the rustic charm of a condemned building. Which it is. The twin bunk beds are pushed together into one large expanse. He and Dax are supposed to share the space but only Mathis spends time here.
His scent is all over the place along with an unhealthy number of red flannel shirts he somehow accumulated.
Ren’s pleasure pulls the bond tight.
I grind my teeth and flash him a pained grimace. “How do you stand it?”
“If my mate is happy, then I’m happy,” he says with a shrug. “We need to focus on the Blood Moons anyway. At least we know where they are now.”
I shake my head. “It doesn’t give us the upper hand.”
“That’s why we’re here, asshole. To figure out how togetone,” Mathis protests.
The curse helps steady me because I’m much more used to having our teeth at each other’s throats than playing nice, happy home.
“We don’tknowwhere he is,” I correct, tapping my foot, “but we have an idea where he’s hiding. We’ll have to proceed with caution. If he knows we’re planning to bring the fight to him, then he’ll kill the omegas he’s stolen to make us suffer.”
Mathis frowns and his jaw juts forward. “He already has.”
Worry, tension, agony. If the radio is believed, then yes, Andras made his move, murdering the kidnapped omegas.
We might already be screwed, but I have to believe we can pull a win out of our asses.
“He’s always one step ahead, at the very least,” Mathis continues, his voice tight with pain. “He’s had his plans in place for years.”
Something about him softens and a flicker of awareness pulses in my head. “You're thinking about Catarina.” And beyond Catarina there’s Ren, always Ren, and the way I hurt her.
“I can’t read your thoughts. It’s your face. You’re wearing your heartbreak on your goddamn sleeve, Torin.”
“It’s true though, isn’t it?” I clench my hand into a fist. “I had no idea he and Catarina were working together. I thought we were gaining allies with the Briar pack and it was nothing but a lie.”
A bullshit lie I swallowed willingly and almost jeopardized the future of my wolves.
“Then get over it,” Mathis snaps.
“Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one who almost married a mole.”
“A pretty mole.”
I’m gonna punch him. “Stop trying to make me feel better,” I say with a groan.
“Heaven fucking forbid. I’m trying to get you to focus and if you’re angry, then you’re more likely to pay attention.”
Mathis is right. We have no choice at this point. We’re united by a single mate. I need to focus.
The anger feels better. It feels normal. I reach for a tie I’m not wearing and growl. “It doesn’t matter. We’re out of allies. There are no more packs in the area that Andras hasn’t already absorbed.”
It’s just the two alphas, the way it needs to be. I’d rather be in my office but Mathis and his unraveling…it took precedence over my comfort, so we’re in his room.
Who the fuck am I becoming?
