Little Red

Chapter 15

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" He booms.  The volume causes my ears to ring momentarily.

Despite the pain in my shoulder from being manhandled, I continue fighting against him, unwilling to let him cage me in.  The alpha blood surging within me roars to end this fight properly.  She's neither unconscious or dead - and that's a problem.

Hot breath on the shell of my ear makes me still.

"That's enough."  Demetri whispers sternly.  

His lips brush against my cheek as he pulls back, sending a shiver racing down my spine as my heart beats harder against my bruised ribcage.  A war breaks out in my body - the delicious feeling of his front pressed against my back vs the visceral hatred I feel towards him.  I fight harder, digging my nails into his bare forearm.

"Stop struggling."  His voice is strained, an undercurrent of something intelligible hidden there.

"No.  This isn't over."  I grit, trying to remove his vice-like grip.  

But he remains unphased, holding me back like a child.  His hold tightens, constricting the air in my lungs and pulling me ever together against his front.  His heart pounds erratically against my injured shoulder.

Several feet away, Victoria scrambles up to a seated position frantically, patting down her wild hair.  Her bruised, bloodied face is no longer a sight for sore eyes.

"Mitri!"  She screeches, reaching for him.

Much to my annoyance and shock, he drops me unceremoniously and runs to her side, crouching down before her.  His hands skim over her face, pushing back her hair gently as he surveys her injuries.  

That should be me.

Anger, red-hot and piercing, cuts me like a blade through the abdomen.  My vision goes hazy, and all I can see is red. 

I growl, stepping closer to inflict more damage, but a firm hand on my shoulder stops me. I look up to see who wants to lose their hand, and find Samuel looking down on me with a stern expression.  His eyes are murderous, but a flicker of surprise registers as our eyes meet.

I blink, and everything clears. 

Samuel shakes his head, firmly grabs my other shoulder and begins guiding me away.

Meanwhile, my wonderful "mate" is done assessing the deserving she-wolf and looks around the circle of wolves dangerously.

"You're supposed to be training, not standing around letting two females rip each other apart!" He barks furiously.  His blue eyes flicker dangerously, and his dark curls sway when he moves.

Everyone's heads immediately bow to their Alpha.

A thrill runs through me at the authority and strength in his voice.  I know it's more than just the faint mate bond that finds it attractive, and that disgusts me.  Samuel's large hands on my shoulders ground me to reality, reminding me of my confession yesterday and keeping my thoughts in check.

"She attacked me!  She's insane!"  Loud mouth shrieks, pointing at me like a frightened child.  

I scoff, catching Demitri's glare.  The hate in his icy eyes slice through my insides.

He looks away to address our audience but my eyes are glued to his arm around her shoulders.  

I would love to slice it clean off.

A hand at my waist stops me.

Samuel grunts low in his throat, readjusting his hold so I'm under his large arm, tucked into his side.