The Alpha & The Ripper

Chapter 13: Guard

Here is Chapter 13! Yay!

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JAYDEN'S P.O.V

I left the room with a smile planted on my face. Pissing my little mate off is actually a lot of fun. She is so adorable when she is angry, and the look she gave me when I refused to leave until she thanked me was priceless. She seriously looked like she was about to jump me, but unfortunately, not in the way I wanted her too. 

Princess has been extra snappy since she woke up yesterday. Her cruel words really do not bother me anymore, because I know that she was raised to hate my kind. I have heard of Robert Bush, his family has been in the hunting business for over a century. It's not really a surprise that princess is the way she is because her father's side of the family showed know werewolf any mercy. Now that I know who exactly her father is, it makes it much easier to figure out exactly who my little mate is. It's killing me that I do not know her name, and it infuriates me to know end that she refuses to tell me. But now that I know who her father is, I can investigate more into the Bush's family tree.

What still bothers me though, is that she works for a phsycopath. The Ripper... I have heard multiple things about that damn bitch! He is known for killing over 20 or so packs at the age of 15 years old. Especially when he killed those three Alpha's and actually scared the rest off, one of those Alpha's being my father. At first when the rogues kidnapped my mother, I thought that the Ripper had something to do with it because witnesses say that they saw a human in all black, escaping the scene when the rogues attacked my father, but there is no proof that he killed my father. For some reason, the Ripper was there when the rogues kidnapped my mother and killed my father.

Now that I know that my mate is apart of the Ripper's team and that they plan on taking what's mine away from me, I have been more alert then ever. More guards have been set around the perimeter and my warriors have been circling around, ready to attack anyone who is even brave enough to cross over to my land. They already killed three of my best guards who I actually grew up with. We weren't close, but they were strong and apart of this pack. Whenever we have a fallen pack member, we like to have a ceremony, especially for the family and mates of that pack member. A lot of people are upset and I guess I shouldn't be upset that my pack blames my mate because it was her team who had killed them. The Ripper, her boss killed three valuable members of my pack, let's just say they won't be getting away with it. Travis, Kyle and Rowen will be avenged.

My mate will be upset, and I guess I have to be careful on who I decide to kill on that team because I know if I even lay a hand on one of her family members, especially whoever this Shawn guy is, she will never forgive me. But I do swear this Shawn guy better be her brother or cousin because if I find out he is something else, I won't hesitate to kill him. She can hate me all she wants, she has to realize she is mine and she will always be mine. I'd rather her hate me forever than to see her with someone else. If she wants to be happy, she will be happy with me!

"This Shawn guy isn't anything like that," my wolf jumps in all of a sudden.

"How the hell do you know?" I snapped, annoyed with him a little.

"Because she said she doesn't care... That the only people she cares about is her father, brother and sister," my wolf reminds me. He's right, she did say that yesterday. She said she can't love anyone and that she has a wall built so high, that it can't be broken down.

"Well see about that," my wolf smirked, making me nod in agreement.

Waiting patiently in my office as I listen out for my mate, waiting for her to realize that I left crutches in the room and for her to come out. I know I should feel pain that she injured herself but I wasn't. I am the complete opposite actually. That broken ankle is seriously a present from the moon goddess. She will be in that cast for a month, which has already started working to my advantage. Not only did she admit to me that she can't escape with that damn thing, but she also has to rely on me for help, just like she did when she was in the shower. She looked so distress laying on the tub floor like that and I couldn't help but grin at her. She was so beautiful, and my wolf seeing that she was completely bare under that towel made it extremely hard to hold back the urge to run my hands down those long, skinny legs of hers. I am glad she is not too skinny like some girls are, I like my girls with a little meat on them.