Page 66 of Outcast
I had never considered the idea that he would sleep with other women after my mother's death, and coming to that realization right now was not good for my mental health. I needed a wall to punch again.
Shaking my head to clear it, I threw everything out there for him to deny so I could go on with my day in relative peace, "Did you tell the council about the Daimona's presence when mom died, and have you told them that Daimona activity has increased?"
Shock lined his face, and he floundered for a moment before a murderous rage took over, twisting his features in a menacing way. "Of course I told them. Are you questioning my decisions for this pack?"
Pacing in the front entryway, I threw my hands up. "No, but Kira is! She's accusing you of not bringing it up to them and suggesting you might be connected to the darkness that's mentioned in the prophecy. It's fucking insane!"
Oddly enough his expression calmed, and he held his hands in front of him stoically. "Oh, did she? Perhaps it's time for her and I to have a private chat since she's so ungrateful for what I've provided for her."
Dread settled into my stomach at his icy tone.
That wasnotthe outcome I’d hoped for from talking to him about this. I had simply wanted his reassurance that her words were crazy—I didn't need him to reprimand her.
Backtracking slightly, I stumbled over my words, unsure of how to verbalize my thoughts. "Oh. I can handle it myself, Alpha. You don't need to lower yourself to such trivial matters."
Why did such overwhelming fear surge into my chest at the idea of them alone together? The same woman I had just tossed out of my house like a piece of trash.
Mate.
Fuck this bond making me protective of her still.
His gaze narrowed on me suspiciously. "Did you sleep with that whore?"
"N..No," I stammered, trying to collect myself. I’d come here to seek validation, but the situation had quickly turned on me with his immediate reaction being to teach her a lesson.
In my haze of anger, I hadn't thought this plan out well enough. If I had cooled down a moment I would have realized that me mentioning this would only bring out the physically abusive side of the alpha that only I knew.
I'm so fucking dumb.
Looking me up and down slowly, he inquired, "Is that so? You're suddenly singing a different tune, and I find it a bit odd."
Pulling my shoulders back and lifting my chin, I calmed my racing heart as I responded evenly, "Your question just caught me off guard because you know how much I despise her. I'll handle the situation, Alpha. I apologize for bothering you with such nonsense. I should have known better."
His eyes lingered on me for a few moments, trying to find any cracks in my facade. Once satisfied with what he saw, he nodded and turned, walking back down the hall and calling out as he went, "Make sure that you do. I don't think you'll like what I have in mind otherwise."
Once he rounded the corner, I let my shoulders sag in relief.
What had I been thinking seeking comfort and reassurance fromhim?Those were two things that man had never provided me.
As I turned around to head for the door, I heard his faint laugh, and it caused me to pause. It wasn't a laugh of amusement. It was one of cruelty.
When I was younger, I had heard that laugh too many times to count as he beat me every time I cried for my mother. He’d told me I needed to toughen up and become a man if I ever wanted to do anything about her death. That crying was for weak women.
What was he doing back there?
Against my better judgement, I walked lightly on the balls of my feet down the narrow hallway and glanced around the corner. His voice was muffled, but I could still make out the words as he spoke to the woman who began moaning once more.
"That sniveling boy is good for nothing. Now...where were we?"
Ew.Maybe there was nothing more to this than him getting his dick wet.
As I turned to leave, he spoke again as she gasped in pleasure, "It's almost our time to step out of the shadows."
Did he mean to bring their relationship out in public?
He began to grunt as she panted out, her voice oddly familiar, but I couldn’t place it, "He will be most pleased with your offerings."
Ice filled my veins and froze me to the spot at this unknown woman's words.Offerings?
