Chapter 64-1
Troy
“Are we just supposed to pretend that didn’t happen?” I said under my breath.
“Troy? You are here.” London stepped into the clearing. “I just heard about the attack.”
“Just heard? Where have you been?”
“In my room, on the damn computer. I still have a pack to run,” he countered swiftly.
London was the last alpha I would suspect of treachery, but now it seemed that I was going to suspect everyone. As if she could sense my tension, Kiana put a hand on my back. “I heard your
mate was the killer.”
“She was with Morven at the time of the attack. Whoever used a witch to glamour themselves apparently didn’t take that into account.”
Frustration welled up inside me. How long would it be before everyone stopped suspecting Kiana
of killing?
It was like we were back at square one. Only this time, I believed her.
Morven.
Just hearing that they’d been alone together again, seeing her put herself between the two of us to save him, cut me in ways I didn’t think possible.
She hated him. Hated him.
I desperately needed to keep that in mind. She was not in league with him.
She was not in love with him.
She was mine.
“You’re alone,” Kiana said softly. “Where are your guards?”
“Accusing me now?” He asked with a raise eyebrow.
“Not at all. You arrived with guards because an alpha can be vulnerable away from the pack, and we obviously have a murderer running around. This is not the time for anyone to be alone,” Kiana said darkly. “We’ll walk you back together.”
“Kind of you, although you two are certainly the biggest suspects. The killer and her alpha mate,” London mused with no real heat behind his words. We fell in step together, and I felt his words sink
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Chapter 64-1
- That was something that we hadn’t considered before.
What if I was the target? The best way to wreck an alpha was to cut his mating bond violently, through something like death. Kiana has been impossible for anyone to reach because I have a guard on her.
So what if they find a way to get her executed instead. The fallout would be the same. I’d be weakened. The pain was so intense that some wolves killed themselves after losing a mate.
Protect her, my wolf growled. He could sense my thoughts, and he wasn’t pleased.
I wasn’t pleased with him. The reason I’d had to walk into the woods to begin with was because I was having a hard time controlling him. At the very thought of Kiana being in danger, he loses his
mind.
For the first time in our life, he refused to hand the reigns over.
An alpha was never supposed to lose control of his wolf, and the moment he did, he didn’t deserve to be an alpha anymore.
Having a mate was stripping me little by little. Weakening me.
“I’ve always admired your territory,” London continued. “Not that I would give mine up for anything, but there certain beauty to yours. So much of it uninhabited. Your pack could grow twice its
still wouldn’t fill your territory. How do you keep the rogues out?”
ols,” I said as I glanced around. “Security cameras. Magic. It should call out to you even now, and let you know that this land isn’t yours. The longer you stay, the more you’ll feel it.”
“I do feel that unease, but I thought that might just be the atmosphere. How interesting. I’ve never heard of another witch capable of that. I imagine that requires some upkeep. Do the affects lessen now that your witch is weakened?”
“No.” What I didn’t tell him was that Irene had just performed the ritual before she was kidnapped. The spell lasted twelve full moons, so it would be six months before the magic would dissipate.
I sure as hell didn’t need to give him any ideas. It wasn’t a lethal spell, but the nagging magic did help keep the rogues out of my territory.
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