Mike. Mike is the Alpha of this rogue pack. Does that mean he is this Rogue King that everyone is talking about? The happy go lucky goofball that just follows his friends around, this is their leader? I never saw that coming. There are even a few guys I’m not super familiar with that I would have pegged as the leader over him. He’s not a small guy, but he doesn’t come across as a fighter. Maybe like people do to me I underestimated his abilities.
“I know that you want me. I see the way you look at me, you can’t help it or deny it.” He says in a smooth voice.
“What are you talking about?” I whisper, so confused about who is standing in front of me right now.
“So shy and innocent. I knew there was a fighter in there somewhere, it just needed the right motivation to come out. I’m glad to know I am that reason for you. THat you will defend your connection to me to the last.”
This boy has lost his ever loving mind. Is he really this self absorbed that he can turn Janice’s jealousy into me fighting her for him? No one is that crazy right?
“You were not a reason for anything that I did here. I didn’t even know it was you she was talking about.”
“Don’t play coy with me, you already have my attention, you don’t need to play hard to get. I know you could sense my power and you were drawn to me.”
“No, I can’t honestly say that is true in any way. I’m not drawn to anyone, least of all you.” I should really stop talking, but I can’t seem to help myself. Maybe the shock is getting to me, but he might kill me just for insulting him, based on the look that briefly flashed across his face. Before I can get too far into that thought process though a loud growl and snarl come from my left and a large gray and white patched wolf comes barreling towards us.
I jump out of the way ready to shift, my brain fog gone in a flash, ready to fight my next attacker if needed. But the wolf heads straight for Mike and stops right in front of him.
The loud sounds of popping and snapping draw my attention, but I keep Mike in my line of sight not trusting him in any way, stepping away from both of them slowly.
“WHY?!? Why did you do it?” Tyler roared at Mike. “You killed her?!” It was both an accusation and a question. “You chose her, took her from me, why would you kill her? You could have just given her back to me.”
“I didn’t kill her, friend. I never actually would have killed her. She was easy and fun to have around. Always willing to show me how devoted and dedicated she was to me.” Mike closed his eyes and licked his lips. Gross. “Even after I chose my Luna I would have kept her around for variety. And she would have stayed too. She never would have gone back to you, she always had the choice.” His eyes were now challenging and calculating, but I don’t know if it was directed at Tyler or me. He’s a snake and knows how to use his words, that is how he’s gotten this far. “Your new little toy here was jealous and wanted me all to herself, apparently she doesn’t like to share. She’s the one who killed your mate.”
Tyler turned to me menacingly. The man I knew was gone. His wolf is feral with grief and Tyler no longer has control. He starts to stalk towards me slowly, hesitating, like he’s having a fight with himself. Maybe he is. His human side who knows me and knows I wouldn’t just kill his mate for no reason versus the wolf part that can’t live without his mate.
