Page 58 of Never Tamed
Any other day, I’d never give a shit how he felt, what he wanted. Now? I’m going out of my way to make someone else feel better.
The deltas are outside the door to ensure we’re not disturbed, and our mate is busy, distracted. In the best way. A part of me yearns to interrupt the three of them but duty tempers the feeling, as usual.
Duty and guilt.
The guilt is new.
“We’re not out of allies, you ignorant prick.” Mathis snorts. His hands clench, his knuckles turning white. “We have each other. It’s the best we can do under the circumstances.”
I draw in a breath and force it to the bottom of my lungs. “We’ve never trusted each other before. Pardon the fuck out of me if I need an adjustment period.”
I pull up short when Mathis growls, pacing the room. “Well, you can’t have one.”
It’s a strange turn of the tables, a different kind of dynamic between the two of us, but this time, I’m calm. As calm as a man in my position can be. And Mathis is the one snipping and griping.
“For the record, we never trusted each other for a good reason.Nowwe have a different reason to work together. There’s no going back.” A vein ticks in his temple. “We’re connected forever. You understand it, don’t you?”
The bond flares brighter. “Don’t remind me. Of course I understand it.” My wolf shifts, rising.
Ren is the tether between our two packs and if the mate bond between my beta and Mathis weren’t enough to do the trick, having the two alphas connected to one woman certainly does.
“So we put aside our differences and we get this shit taken care of. Andras isn’t going to stop until we make him stop.” Mathis pulls up short, his chest puffing out. “The wheels are already in motion.”
“We’re outnumbered and out maneuvered.”
“So fucking what?”
Mathis begins his stalking again, agitated.
“He might have the upper hand but he’s led by his ego and this is where we are. He’s taken too much from us to walk away from this. We have a chance to make this right.” I lock my knees to stay upright.
Time isn’t on our side, another lost ally. We’re rebuilding brick by brick, starting from scratch, and launching an attack at the same time.
I have so many things to make right.
I’ve royally fucked up more times than I can count and all in the name of doing the right thing. Which doesn’t make it any better and it doesn’t change the outcome. What do they say about the road to hell being paved with good intentions?
Story of my goddamn life.
My stomach knots, acid scalding my throat.
And now there’s Ren in the mix and the full strength of the connection between us that I’d tried to reject and shove aside.
There’s no more shoving it aside. Not when we’ve both accepted it. Not when I feel her pain. It lingers in the back of her head and even when she’s smiling, it’s still there.
Pleasure can’t erase the biting sting of the wrongs I’ve committed and how they impact her.
I’ll have to grovel to make this right. There’s nothing I can do about Andras at this current moment but I know I can fix things with Ren.
I thread my hands through my hair, pulling sharply.
Mathis groans and brushes his palms across his face. “For the love of god, man.”
I blink. “What?”
“Get it over with. Between the two of you, and dealing with this shit, I’m going out of my mind.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I say carefully.
