His Little Human Mate

Chapter 7

Nixx

"So, let me get this straight," Rowan started. "The most dangerous rogue in the forest. The rogue that we have been looking everywhere for. The rogue that gets away every time unscathed. His daughter just walked into our pack?"

I rubbed my temple to ease the oncoming ache.

"Yes," I said, irritated. "We're leaving in a couple of hours. I'm not wasting a single second if that girl thinks she can find him."

Kyler glared from his spot in the corner as he asked, "What happens when you find him? What happens to the girl when you find him?"

Sometimes I envied the heart he had. One that was so big it barely fit inside his chest. But right then, when it was clouding his sense of judgment, I only wished he could deflate it a little.

"I will murder him as he murdered my father, and I won't think twice about it."

He stared, eyes an unflinching shade of boiling blue.

"And the girl?"

A metal rod shoved itself down my spine as all of my muscles clenched one by one.

Leaving her was probably one of the hardest things I had ever done, even knowing I would see her in less than an hour, it didn't make it better.

The bond was brutal when refused, pushing and pulling at your heartstrings until nothing was left to pull. I needed to get it under control, needed to learn how to ignore it better because if I slipped up with everyone watching, she was dead.

My gut shrivelled, my heart begging with each beat not to say the words I was about to say, but I didn't have a choice.

"She'll go back to her side, with people who aren't murderers. I'm doing her a favour."

Kyler's eyes suddenly turned skeptical, searching. He knew something, but before I couldn't ask what, Rowan announced, "I'll go get a group together."

I nodded. "Link me when you're ready."

The door closed after him, and the silence was almost too much.

"I'm-"

"She's your mate, isn't she?"

My lungs restricted, air pushing and pushing until finally I coughed it up.

He chuckled, but there was no humour in it.

"You really are an asshole, you know that?" He said incredulously.

My molars ground, anger leaking in fast and heavy.

"At least I can tell the difference between a heart-led mistake and a mind-led decision," I shoot back.

I didn't see him until he was right in front of me, my back pressed to the wall and his hands gripping my shirt collar.

"You call my feelings useless and deceitful, but at least I have some." He got closer, eyes boring into mine. "The day you learn to feel something will be a day that you realize the world doesn't revolve around logic, it revolves around how people deal with that logic."

I shoved him off, almost pulling us both to the ground in my haste to get away.

"I'm sending her back!" I all but yelled. "What more do you want? I don't have time for a mate, and I certainly don't have time for love."

It's a lie, and by the look of his face, he knew it.
He slumped onto the couch in my office, head in his hands. He looked worn out, and guilt washed through me.

I did that. I turned into someone he couldn't rely on, couldn't talk to, couldn't rant to, and couldn't do anything but follow orders. He was my best friend, but somewhere along the lines, I started treating him like my Beta.