Bottled Fury

Chapter 3: Mated?

I hope you like this, comments, questions, suggestioins, critiques would be much appreciated. This is Amberlyn's POV.

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Rolling, seething anger ached to be freed. My body hurt with the denial of my change. Troy stood there, his confusion spearing my nose with a soft, fruity fragrance.

“What does my being unmated have to do with anything?”

My canines threatened to make an appearance as a fresh wave of anger overwhelmed me.

“The council…they sent me under the ruse of investigation three murders, though those did happen, they knew it wasn’t you. Most likely it’s a rogue they want me to kill. But they sent me, most likely hoping I’ll become mated. If not to you then mated to one of your pack. I…I have become too powerful in their eyes.”

Looking Troy in the eye, I saw that his eyes had turned gold and a wave of sexual heat washed over me. Snarling, I shook my head. Just as quickly, the heat vanished.

“I have no wish to be mated, and since I serve the council, I am outside pack hierarchy. I don’t give a damn you’re the most dominant male in North America. However they wish to bind me somehow, or watch me die.”

“Why would the council think that you would become less powerful if you were mated?”

“They don’t, but recently, they’ve sent me after more and more dangerous targets. At first, I couldn’t figure out why, but it helped my reputation so I didn’t mind. However, now I realize they were hoping I would die on one of the missions.”

“But how did them sending you after me, affirm that? I’m lost.”

If I hadn’t been so livid, I would have laughed at Troy’s expression. Instead I growled out, “Think of it this way, would you or any of your wolves allow your mate to go out and…” I trailed off as I nearly revealed my long held secret.

“And what?” His confusion was mounting. I could nothing until I knew I wouldn’t shift, and until I knew I could trust him. “Not here, not now.” Standing up, I headed to the door. As I passed him, he reached out and grabbed my arm.

That was all the invitation I needed.

Twisting, I clamped my hand on his bicep, spun him and wrenched his arm up. Launching myself at him, he landed face first on the ground, my knee in his back. He growled and bucked savagely. I lost my grip on his thick wrist and tumbled. The next few minutes were a blur as we traded blows, circled, and traded blows again. We were almost evenly matched; however, he was stronger with a longer reach.

Abruptly, he launched himself at me, catching my wrists. My head cracked the floor as we landed, starbursts drifting over my vision. We lay panting, his body a deadweight on me. I relaxed my neck and body, but kept my chin tucked near my chest. Even by accident, I wasn’t showing this male any sign of submission. I tried shifting my hips to relieve some of the pressure on my body, but all that did was make me aware of his arousal pressing into my thigh.

“Damn, woman, you’re good. Even some of my best fighters have never been able to match me fist for fist.”

At that, my anger petered out, and my eyes closed. “Forgive me, Troy.”

“For a kiss.”

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A/N: I know this is short, I'm just trying to keep the two POV's separate. Easier for me to uplaod as I go.