Forbidden

Chapter 22

22

“Ooo, baby, why you treat me so bad?” Mathew mocked me in that arrogant, cynical voice of his.

Disgusting.

I growled. “Who do you think you are, trying to touch me?”

He only smirked in reply. “You don’t act like this around Liam; why so bitchy for me?”

“Because you have no commonsensical iota of how close you are to ruining everything your Pack has built between ours for these several hundred years. Why do you think there’s a covenant in place now? Because Neanderthals like you exist.”

Mathew turned red under the blue light and it was only then that I saw the very few Shadow wolves standing guard behind him. He held as much authority as his brother, I saw.

Among those standing behind him, was the girl I saw with him at the café in town and on several other occasions. Her hair was still in that bright neon red, the ends frizzed and dying from all the chemicals she’d threw on them. Her makeup was smudged and black, and she was wearing a lacy dress that let it be known what her female anatomy looked like. She glared at me as if I’d offended her.

Two burly guys stood behind her, with harder grey eyes and the last was… Monica?

Her eyes locked onto me and narrowed and her black hair fell straight, contrary to her usual waves. Her makeup was smudgy and slick with a greasy sheen and she wore a top that I would normally consider a top, pulled down over her stomach and rear, so the halter top bared a boat sized selection of her breasts.

She was holding a shot glass in her hand which was trembling erratically. And as I watched, a small vein like crack spread up the side of the glass.

Tegan had stopped dancing behind me and was trying to contain her wolf. Natural instinct to defend me, her Alpha. Mathew laughed at the sight of this, the previous anger from when I’d insulted him fizzling out like water on a fire.

The bastard.

“You know Misha,” he said, rounding me, like a predator would, stalking his prey. Only thing was, I could be exactly that.

What I saw in Mathew’s eyes at that moment, was something the elders had told me of time and time again. About the lust war that battled in the eyes of a Shadow wolf. Never had I learned the reason for their passion for blood, their lust for women, their violent ways… but I knew my gut instinct was telling me to run.

I’d heard stories of Shadow wolves snatching up beautiful female wolves from the Leaf Pack, and taking them home with them, like some common meat, to treat as they like, and to have their way with.  It was one of the many factors in why the covenant was made.

Mathew stood behind me now; I clenched my knuckles as he leaned down and his breath skimmed across my neck.

“You look so good Misha, so tempting…”

His hands locked onto my waist again, and dipped lower and lower…

A loud growl ripped through the music and I turned and kicked him right in his most prized possession, grinding the platform of my heel down on his groin. He groaned loudly and fell to his behind on the floor, clutching the crotch of his pants as if it might explode. He gave me a painful grimace and groaned again.

“Don’t you dare touch me again.” I said venomously.

I glared at him and shook my head at his forwardness. How dare he try to throw himself at me. How dare he try to treat me as if I was just some other one of his Shadow wolf women, who were willing to do that sort of thing to avoid danger. What a bastard he was.