The Boundary Line

Chapter 17

Hi everyone! Sorry for late update, hope you guys enjoy this chapter (although I personally think it could be better) I just had to update since you are all SO god damn AMAZING. XX

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I sat stunned under the bed covers as my mate looked to be having a hard time controlling himself.

How on Earth could he smell Jay's scent anyway? I had just showered for pete sakes!

Well he still can obviously smell it on you! my wolf interjected and it also made sense why Tristan could smell Jay in our room because I walked in like half an hour ago from just talking to him. Plus we did shake hands and it didn't go unnoticed on how close Jay attempted to get. Also it signified just how strong this Alpha who is my mates' senses really are.

"Tristan," I said carefully as I slid out of the bed and stood to my full height. Tristan's eyes narrowed at me when I began to slowly take a few steps towards him. I glanced at Tristan's arms and was thankful that no black fur was sprouting out of the tan skin. Tristan was overreacting and didn't even know what happened.

Raising my head to look back at the angry Alpha, my eyes locked with two blazing black pits that radiated anger and my skin prickled with how intense they were.

"Tristan, please calm down. Let me explain," I insisted calmly.

I was now standing directly in front of him and it gave me a rush with being back in his presence. Even if he was royally pissed off.

I didn't give him a chance to reply before I placed my small hands against his chest. Tingles immediatly ran up through my arms to the rest of my body and I felt Tristans muscles constrict under my hands. Trying to soothe him, I gently rubbed my hands on his firm pecs and chest. I tried not to moan at how amazing it felt doing that.

I watched as Tristan closed his eyes and a contorted sound came from the back of his throat. His eyes were still ink black when he opened them and I was surprised when he grabbed my hands with his giant ones, effectively swallowing them hole and pushed me not-so-gently down on the bed.

All thoughts of trying to calm him down flew right out the window as he glared harshly at me and tightened his grip on my wrists to a point where it began to hurt.

"Why is there another males scent on you?" He repeated slowly, his voice thick and rough as he talked to me like a child. A wave of anger washed over me as I narrowed my eyes at my mate who completely towered over me.

"Let go of me," I said, my voice held no emotion and I was thankful for that. I didn't appreciate Tristan's tone and his death grip on my small wrists. Tristan's dark eyes flickered and I didn't like the look he was giving me. But I knew there was no way in hell I was backing down.

"Answer me," he seethed, ignoring my request although his grasp loosened only slightly.

I assumed Tristan wasn't use to not getting what he wants because his patience was practically non existent. I felt liking ripping my hair out in frustration as I had a stare down with my over protective mate.

"I said: Let. Go. Of. Me," I stated lowly, trying to rein in my growing anger. Tristan's closeness had no effect on me at this moment and when he leaned in closer to me with his face flashing in anger, I wanted to hit him.

I didn't move an inch when Tristan placed his beautiful face directly in front of mine. I stared back at him with an annoyed expression, hoping he would realise that his proximity didn't have a large effect on me.

"Answer the fucking question or so help me God, I will hunt the prick down that ever thought about touching what is mine." The last word literally came out in a growl and I hated the fact that Tristan thought he could use a few threatening words to persuade me. Although, I knew his words weren't a threat, they were a warning that I knew he would act on.