Page 87 of Stuck with my Pack
“Take your fucking hands off her.”
The voice is deadly calm.
Brodie.
Relief crashes through me like a tidal wave as my Alphas step through the doorway, moving as one. Brodie and Ethan, whose eyes are dark with fury, radiate barely leashed aggression.
Tyler, usually the easygoing one, has shed every ounce of his charm, his jaw clenched so tightly I swear I can hear his teeth grind. And Brodie—his focus is locked entirely on Adam, his frame coiled with violence just waiting to be unleashed.
Adam doesn’t let go right away. His fingers are still clamped around my wrist like he has every right to touch me. “Relax,” he drawls, flashing a smirk he probably thinks is charming but only makes my stomach churn. “We were just saying hello.”
Brodie takes a single step forward, and the air thickens with an unspoken threat. “Last warning.”
Adam’s fingers twitch against my skin—just a tiny squeeze, a final act of defiance—before he finally releases me. But he doesn’t back away. Instead, he has the audacity to chuckle. “Didn’t realize she was already claimed,” he muses, his tone mocking. “Oh, wait. She’s not.”
The words barely have time to settle before Ethan moves in front of me, pushing me behind him with one strong arm. His stance is one of pure, unrelenting Alpha dominance. Tyler cracks his knuckles beside him, his sharp grin nothing short of a threat.
“She’s ours,” Ethan says, voice low and lethal.
Adam chuckles, but I can see the flicker of unease in his expression. He shrugs, feigning casual indifference. “Is that right? Because from where I’m standing, she doesn’t have your marks.”
Silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating.
My breath catches.
Adam smirks like he’s just won something, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping into a cruel whisper meant only for me.
“If I were you, I’d be asking myself why they haven’t marked you yet. What’s wrong with you, Sophie? If you were mine, I’d have already sunk my teeth into that pretty little neck while I was fu?—”
He doesn’t get to finish.
Tyler moves first. And before Adam can finish that disgusting thought, a single, brutal punch sends him staggering back into his packmates. Chaos erupts. I hear the sharp scrape of chairs against the floor as people scramble to get out of the way, the low, vicious sound of Ethan and Tyler advancing on the rest of the pack like predators closing in.
But Adam’s pack doesn’t stick around to finish the fight. They retreat, grumbling, licking their wounds, dragging Adam with them.
But the damage is already done.
Before I can even process it, Brodie scoops me into his arms, carrying me out of the café like I weigh nothing, shielding me completely with his body. His grip is firm and unyielding, as if letting go isn’t even an option.
I can feel the fury radiating off him, every muscle in his body coiled tight, vibrating with barely restrained aggression.
My arms go around his neck instinctively, burrowing my face into his shoulder, breathing in his rich amber and leather scent. My fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket, seeking something solid, something grounding, but my whole frame is trembling.
The weight of what just happened presses down on me, a slow, suffocating realization creeping through my veins.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” Brodie murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble against my ear. He squeezes me tighter, his scent thickening around me like a shield. “You’re safe. We’ve got you.”
The cold air bites at my skin as he strides toward the car, but I barely feel it. My mind is stuck on Adam’s words, looping in my head like a cruel whisper I can’t silence.Why haven’t they marked you yet?
The car door opens, and I barely register the movement as Brodie slides in first. He keeps me cradled in his lap, as if I might shatter the second he lets go. His warmth wraps around me, and his strong hands rub slow circles over my back, grounding me, but my thoughts keep spinning.
Ethan and Tyler climb in after us, the tension still rolling off them in waves. Tyler’s knuckles are already bruising. Ethan’s jaw is tight, and his hands grip the steering wheel so hard that I hear the faint creak of leather.
“Soph?” Tyler’s voice is softer than I expected, still laced with lingering rage but full of concern. “You okay, baby?”
I don’t know how to answer that. I feel raw, exposed in a way I’ve never felt before.
I stare out the window, watching Adam and his pack disappear down the sidewalk, licking their wounds.
