Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate
“What do you mean?” He sniffs, darting out his tongue to taste the air. He smooths my shoulders, rubs my upper back.
It’s strange, him touching me like this in front of others, but I’m too nauseous to care. I plaster myself closer and screw my eyes shut, praying he does something, because I don’t know what’s happening to me, and I’m gonna hurl.
“Shit.” There’s panic in his voice. “Tell me what to do.”
I can’t. I can only shove my face into the seam where his bicep presses against his chest. He cradles me close. His wolf rumbles against my cheek.
A chair scrapes. Footsteps stomp across the room and a window is thrown open. Oh, thank Fate. A gust of blessed fresh air wafts in.
I blink and peek up. Dermot, the chief elder, is grinning at me as he drags a wooden dining room chair over to the window.
“Sit her there,” he tells Killian. “It’ll wear off.”
“What is it?” Killian asks as he leads me to the seat. My knees wobble.
I sink down, breathing deeper as the clean breeze sweeps the nastiness away. I lean on the window sill, stretching my head as far out as I can get it, like a dog in a car window.
“Too many unmated males, too far along in her heat. Their scent’s gonna make her sick.” Dermot slaps Killian’s back. “It’ll get better the more heats she has, the more you fuck her, get your scent in her. The first heats are the worst. It comes and goes. Drags on.” He smirks. “Enjoy it, my friend.”
Killian frowns. He’s still close, hovering. He touches my forehead like a dam checking her pup for fever.
“Open the other windows,” he says.
Folks scurry to follow his orders.
Dermot doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I’m not in heat. I remember heat; it’s seared into my muscle memory. It’s unadulterated misery. Mind controlling. Madness making. This is not that. This is a queasy stomach.
Thankfully, my insides are settling now, and I’m starting to feel ridiculous. I shrink in the hoodie, tug the zipper up as high as it’ll go. I’m not used to being the center of attention, and whenever I have been, it’s not been a good scene.
Killian’s hand wanders down and unzips the hoodie to my cleavage. He slides his finger up, lightly, very casually arranging the neckline so my neck shows. So everyone can see his bite.
He wants them to see.
I shiver to my toes. And I leave the zipper where he puts it.
Someone clears his throat.
Now that there’s ventilation in the room, I recognize the individual scents-in addition to Dermot, there’s Ivo, Tye, Eamon, Alfie, and Finn. They’re pack. Their scents are as familiar as my own. They’ve never bothered me before, but now, and especially mixed together, they smell disgusting. Worse than a latrine. All kinds of wrong.
“I guess you have a mate after all.” Dermot smirks from his perch on a stool at the breakfast bar. “Let me be the first to congratulate you.”
There’s a general choir of echoed congratulations. All for Killian.
The males studiously avoid looking my way. I swear that Finn Murphy actually scoots his chair further away from me.
“Why don’t you, uh, put her out on the porch?” Alfie says. “Since it’s bothering her in here.”
Put me on the porch? Like a dog?
Dermot cackles. “He can’t do that. You can tell you young pups aren’t mated. You don’t know shit.”
Killian’s wandering fingers are now fiddling with the tip of my braid. “He’s right. I can’t let you out of my sight,” he says low. “I’ll have someone get you a glass of water.”
Ugh. Gross. “No. Thank you. I can’t drink here.”
His eyebrows spear together.
“I don’t want to put anything in my mouth here.”
I brace for a smart remark-not one of my roommates would be able to resist, and they’re females-but he places my braid just so over my shoulder, and strokes down its length one last time. “I won’t be long.”
I shrug. I kind of feel like his luggage at this point, and I’m getting exhausted. The shower wasn’t enough time. I want to be in my own space. I need to clear the cobwebs from my head. They’re getting thicker the longer we’re together.
Killian joins the males, and their conversation resumes. I ignore it for a while, but eventually, as a steady breeze filters out the pheromones, my brain starts lazily paying attention.
They’re arguing about Cadoc Collins, the Moon Lake heir. He’s coming to train with Quarry Pack. That’s not unusual. The high-ranking wolves from North Border and Salt Mountain also send their oldest to train with us. We’re the best fighters. It’s unquestioned.
With Moon Lake, though, things are always complicated. They’re our closest pack in terms of physical distance, but the peace between us has always been tentative. They have ambitions for the five packs, and we have no interest in a united shifter nation where we’re all under Madog Collins.
Life sucks now-it would be worse if we had to work in the human world and hand most of our profits over to whoever ranks higher. We live pretty basic here compared to the mansions at Moon Lake, but we provide for all. No one’s scraping by for food because they rank low.
I’m bored, so I stare out the window and eavesdrop. It’s basically come down to Ivo versus Eamon.
“All I’m saying, Alpha, is look down the road ten years. Cadoc Collins is our biggest threat. Would you hand a loaded gun to your enemy?” Eamon asks. Finn and Alfie murmur that no, they wouldn’t. “We can show him the basics. Tell him he’s a natural. He’ll go home singing our praises.”
“He’ll go home and tell his father that Quarry Pack is weak. He’s young, not stupid. If we hold back, best case scenario, he thinks we’ve lost our edge.” Ivo stands and paces. Killian sits in an armchair across the room, facing me. He looks at his lieutenants when they speak, and then his gaze skips back to me.
Every time, I flush hot. Not heat hot, but-toasty.
“So what? Let them come at us, and we’ll show them different,” Finn says.
Ivo sighs, exasperated. “Because we’re not going to be fighting Moon Lake in a gulch somewhere under the light of a full moon. They’ll buy the properties surrounding our territory. Squeeze us out. Lure our females to their big ass fuckin’ lakefront houses. Something like that.”
Eamon waves a hand. “If our females can be lured, good riddance.”
“We have so many, then, that we can spare them?” Ivo turns to Killian. “It’s your call. We can argue for another hour, but it comes down to whether it’s more dangerous long term to train our enemy so that he respects our strength or convince him we’re chickenshit. You know where I stand.”
“What’s Cadoc Collins really gonna do if we teach him to fight?” Ivo adds. “He can’t take us all.”
“But he can teach his males. And I’m not convinced that this doesn’t end with claws and fangs in a gulch somewhere in the pale moonlight.” Tye leans back in his seat. He’s on Eamon’s side. I didn’t see that coming.
All the males grow quiet and look to Killian.
He’s wearing his usual expression, lips a severe line, dusty blue eyes unreadable. He’s very still. He’s gazing in my direction, but I don’t get the sense that he’s looking at me. He’s lost in his head.
I’ve never seen him like this. Killian Kelly makes snap decisions, curt and unapologetic. He doesn’t tolerate argument. He certainly doesn’t sit and patiently listen to them.
Finally, he lets out a long sigh, and says, “Mutual assured destruction.”
Ivo instantly relaxes.
Eamon scowls. “What does that mean?”
“Didn’t you pay attention in history class?” Killian raises an eyebrow.
Eamon sniffs. In his day, males only went to school until they could read and do long division. He never shuts up about the cost of gas to bus the pups to Moon Lake past elementary school. Says it’s a waste.
“If Cadoc Collins goes back and trains all his packmates to fight like Quarry Pack-and that’s a big if, he’d have to pry them out of their human office buildings first-the worst-case scenario is that he has a pack full of males with a deep respect for what we can do. And no incentive to test us.”
Eamon Byrne shakes his head. “It’s a mistake.”
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