Chapter 102
Chapter 103
Ayla
Before me is a wild–eyed Della looking at me like I am the most disgusting piece of crap
on the bottom of her shoe. “What the hell are you doing in Thane’s room? Where is he? He asked to see me in private and that certainly doesn’t include you.” I can feel my hair on my arms starting to bristle. A deep crawling runs under my skin. I want to cower, be afraid, panic and bolt because that is what trauma filled Ayla would do, but Ayla with a
wolf? No. No running. Not when I can’t trust anyone around my mate. Least of all this skank. Skank? Did I say that? Must have. It felt good. “Della, Thane isn’t in here so get the
fuck out.” Cyrus pushes into the room and comes to stand next to me. I don’t look at him, but I can feel his rage mixed with fear. Fear for me or her, I am not sure. “I am not going anywhere until I talk to Thane.” Her breasts are practically falling out of her tank top and there are so many holes in her jeans, one of her ass cheeks is pretty much visible. Yeah, I
bet she wanted to talk. “Thane isn’t your concern anymore. Get out.” I growl as my eyes pulse, and I can feel Aramana pushing to shift. She hates this she wolf. Hates her scent in
this room. Hates her lust for our mate.
Della walks up to my face and has the nerve to tell me “You know, you’re are trash. Thane only keeps you around because he feels sorry for you. You are used up, whored out, unwanted trash and I can’t wait until he comes to his senses and puts you out where you
belong. And when he does, I will be right there bent over his desk as usual.” I can feel myself shaking with rage. Slight tremors in my hand as my finger’s nails change to matte black claws. The growling in the room gets louder and louder. I feel a firm arm across my chest and look up to Cyrus shaking his head ‘no‘ at me. No what? Don’t defend myself? Don’t protect my mate? Don’t kill her in this room because it will be messy? I don’t care what the ‘NO‘ is, because the ‘YES‘ is all I want. The yes, I will protect him. The yes, I will defend myself. The yes, I will do whatever I have to do wherever I have to do it, to
accomplish those ‘yes’s p>
I lunge forward and swipe my claws across her face. She is quick, I will give her that. She grabs my arm that just clawed at her while jumping backwards and attempts to yank it behind my back. Before she can get it all the way behind me, I decide to do a yank of my own. Instead of tugging on my blue thread, I find it fast, and I yank. A blue shield shoots out of me and throws Della against a well. Pictures and drywall fall to the ground. I snarl and throw myself toward her before strong arms lock around my waist. Before I can even register who is holding me, I yank my thread again and free myself from the arms around
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me as I turn to see Cyrus flying into a wall and falling to the ground with a heap of drywall and dust on his back.
“Oh shit, oh shit oh shit!” I run over to Cyrus as he is groaning and crawling out of the drywall. My rage seems to be put on the back burner as concern for him rises to the forefront. Maybe a yank was too hard. I look over to Della and she is out cold. Cyrus is standing and rapidly blinking while swaying feet to feet. Note to self, yanking causes unconsciousness. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you. I got scared.” “No, No, I shouldn’t have grabbed you. Next time, I will let you proceed with your murder.” I start dusting
drywall off of Cyrus when he asks me “Did Thane ever give you a key to his rooms?” Confused, I shake my head no. “That’s what I thought. If he didn’t give you one, he
wouldn’t have given her one. Friend or not and door or not. She isn’t supposed to be in here and we don’t know who all has the key. I need to talk with Damon and a few others about this security breach and what is going on. Just a few of us, nobody else will know. I need to see surveillance footage from the mess hall, and I need to see who was working in the kitchen and just need to do a bunch of other shit on top of the other shit going on. I will also take the trash bag over there to the clinic if you want me to.” he points to Della,
and I nod my head yes as I turn and head back to Thane’s bed.
I change the washcloth out and wipe his forehead and neck. He hasn’t changed any, but I
am hit with a sudden wave of exhaustion as I realize having a constant hold on the mate
bond thread and trying to use the other thread has weakened me to a point that I am having a hard time staying awake. I can’t let go of this bond, but I have to find the strength to protect Thane. He has been protecting me since the moment he saved my life. I am not sure I allowed myself to realize what it meant that Thane literally saved my life. My fated mate saved my life. Fates sent him to me to get me out of that cage. He has been saving me daily since. I can hold this thread, and I can shield my mate. I have to. I can’t let anyone hurt him. I close my eyes and look within, easing my breath and trying to relax, I tug on the blue thread and emit a shield large enough to contain the bed. I lean back and stare at my mate as I play tug of war internally attempting to find balance. Bringing my forearm up to wipe hair off of my forehead and pick dry wall out of my hair, I allow myself to study my mate and feel the longing. Feel the pull of the bond to him. Live in the moment of desperation to be with someone at all costs. It is overwhelming and euphoric at the same time. I want to be with him so bad it physically hurts. I can feel the bond strengthening and pulse as I allow myself to feel for my mate. I realize in this moment, that I love this alpha. I have never loved anything more in my life.
I hold on to that bond like my life depends on it.
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“You know, there once was this beautiful girl that would tell me stories when we were
locked up. Stories of her fierce, handsome, strong older brother. She would tell me that
when we got out, that we would be together forever at her family’s pack. She said her pack
would welcome me in and be my family. She would ramble on and on about all the fun we
would have together and that I wouldn’t want to leave once I moved in, that I would be
happy forever. It hurts me so much that she died Thane, but she was right, your sister. I
did move in, and I can be happy forever with you here. Instead of getting you as a brother,
I got you as a mate. You have to stay with me because we have to make her proud of us.
She would want us to be happy. I didn’t think I would ever be happy again in my life, but
then you came and now I feel it. I want to feel it forever.” I squeeze his hand hard while
whispering “Please don’t go p>
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