Page 70 of Ruthless Alpha Beast
There’s no prize for solving this crap; it's life or death. A human shouldn’t be involved.
“But I didn’t die. I’m fine, and I’m the one whom the universe presented this information to.”
I shake my head. “Sorry, Tara, it’s too dangerous.”
“You don’t get to decide that!”
As her Alpha, technically, I do, but I know there’s no use in saying that.
“Tara, you’re just a human, for God’s sake.”
“Just a human.Right. Just a human who managed to uncover this tapestry.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“No, I’m not!”
“Your fixation with being involved in all this supernatural stuff is going to kill you one day, Tara. It is totally irresponsible.”
She huffs, “It’s not a fixation! I’m technically your wife, isn’t this something your wife would do?”
“Except my wife would be a shifter, not a human.”
I realize how that came across. I didn’t mean it to be so harsh; it came out of my frustration at her getting involved in something she shouldn’t be involved in.
She bites her lip, and I expect her to have a comeback, but instead she nods silently.
“Okay, but I’m here and Iama human. I’m also the one who had the vision and uncovered the tapestry. There’s no changing that, unless you’re asking me to go.”
I shake my head.
Why do I have a desire to hold her?
“You should go,” I say. “And I’ll come with you, back home. I don’t even want to think about what the time is right now.”
Once we’re outside, there’s silence. She stays close to me, and we walk shoulder to shoulder, past the cabins in Ellis’ pack.
The protective instincts I feel over her now are crazy.
We both remain silent until I can’t help but talk.
Otherwise, I feel like I might explode.
“I don’t think that you should be walking around alone. At least not at night, and at least not out of the pack bounds.”
She laughs. “So I’m a prisoner now.”
“Why don’t you care about your safety?” I ask her. The sky is beginning to turn blue above us, and soon the birds will start to wake.
I’ll need to cancel my morning. Everything is so fucked.
“I do care about my safety, but I also don’t see myself the way you see me.”
“Do you want me to shift by the way?” I ask her. “You can ride on my back and we’ll be home a lot sooner.”
The human walking pace is slow. They’re like life-sized snails.
“This is exactly what I mean! No, I don’t want to do that. I’ll walk, and if my lowly human legs are too slow for you, then I’ll walk alone.”
