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Chapter 29-2
Time to see if she returned.
“Troy,” a voice squealed just as I approached the house.
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Briella, a young and pretty redhead, was waiting for me on the front porch. She’d spent her early years as a rogue until she and her family had been chased into my territory. They claimed sanctuary, and I allowed them stay. Now, then years later, she was a lovely girl of twenty and
looked at me with stars in her eyes.
“Briella,” I greeted as I opened the door. “How can I help you?”
With a giggle, she fell into step next to me. “I just haven’t seen you in a while, and I wanted to let
you know that I’d missed you. Have you had dinner yet?”
“I’m about to right now.” The house was quiet, but that was nothing new. Unlike the other alphas, I
didn’t keep a staff.
Someone came in to clean once a week, but I ate with the others at the mess halls and
restaurants. Not lately. I’d been grabbing take-out dinners with my mate.
A trying time for us both.
“Is that from the food hall? Oh, let me cook for you! Please, alpha! My wolf has been feeling a little
wayward lately, and I think spending some time with you would do me some good!”
“Actually, I think you’ll find the exact opposite will happen if you don’t get your fucking hands off
my mate,” Kiana said coldly when we reached the dining room.
Kiana was at the table waiting for me. Some nights, she had an interesting surprise. Once, there
was a formal dress from a closet of discarded clothes she’d found.
A scandalous red that looked much better on her than it did on its former owner.
The next night, she wore a pair of filthy jeans and a jean jacket.
Tonight, she is in a pair of green panties and a bra with a gem dangling between her breasts.
For fuck’s sake.
I heard the danger in her voice, but apparently Briella did not. She didn’t remove her hands, even when Kiana rose from the table, violence in her eyes.
“What are you doing in his house? Aren’t you supposed to be in some attic somewhere?” Briella said in an annoyed voice. “Troy, what is she doing here?”
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I didn’t say anything. Kiana advanced, and I felt the wolf glowing in her eyes. Well, shit. This was an unexpected turn of events, although I couldn’t say I didn’t like it. Knowing that Kiana was jealous, watching her defend me, made me harder than I wanted to admit.
“What the fuck did I tell you?” Kiana hissed as she lunged. I caught her quickly, wrapping my around her mid-section and sitting her back down. At the same time, I stepped away from Briella.
“It’s all right, baby,” I assured her. “I’m yours.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped at me. “What’s your name?”
Briella was clearly shocked that I’d taken Kiana’s side. “B…Br… Briella,” she whispered.
“Briella,” Kiana purred, calm now-but it was the calm of a predator before the kill. “You’re going to open that loud little mouth of yours and spread the word-loudly-that I am Troy’s mate. I live in his house. I sleep in his bed. I ride his c**k whenever I damn well please. Until I say otherwise… he. belongs. to. me. Got it?”
Briella looked like she’d been slapped by the moon itself. Tears welled instantly as she choked out a pitiful apology, spun around, and practically ran.
Only then did Kiana pull away from me like my touch disgusted her. She sat down, cool and composed-like she hadn’t just torn another she-wolf’s pride into ribbons.
I dropped the bag of sandwiches on the table, c**k twitching at the sight of her still half-dressed
and seething.
“Were you hot, my dear?” I asked as I sat our bag of sandwiches on the table.
Leaning back, she gave me a cold smile and dragged a finger along the grain of the wooden table. “I was anticipating you bringing me something hot to eat,” she said sweetly.
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