The Pack Slut

six

He turned around quickly distancing himself from me and moving away from the window. "Don't touch me," he snapped.

I narrowed my eyes at him. It's not like I even wanted too. It just kinda happened. "And why not?"

"Because you're..." then his eyes closed like he was focusing on something. He was smelling something.

"Why the hell do you smell like that?"

I scoffed. "What, like I've been in the wilderness for like 4 days? Sorry nature doesn't offer spa baths."

"No, not that." He waved his hand dismissing that thought. "You smell like another male wolf."

There seems to always be something that keeps me from the end line.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You obviously do," he growled. "Don't ever lie to me."

"What do I owe you?" I shrugged. I really hadn't done anything to him yet he was treating me like I had murdered his mother.

He took 4 steps towards me, so that there was only 3 inches between us. "Because not only am I your mate, I am your fucking Alpha."

"You're not my Alpha." I crossed my arms and took a turn towards one of his bookshelves. "And tell me sir, when have either ever mattered to me?"

"An alpha deserves respect."

"None of the alphas I've ever dealt with deserved my respect. They all treated me like shit."

"Your only alpha used you for sex," he bargained. "Perhaps that's why."

"And I used him for power. Perhaps that's why I'm fucked up, huh?"

His eyes narrowed down at me before glazing over. "Jax is outside. He will take you to your bedroom," he finally said after a minute or so.

"That's got to be a record on "how quick you can get rid your mate", right?"

"Just leave," he snapped again.

"Okay, okay," I defended, raising my hands in defense. "Not even a goodbye kiss before I go?"

"Leave now," he hissed.

"Fine," I said opening the door. "Maybe Jax will be more accepting of the idea."

He growled loudly, but I had already closed the door behind me.

Jax said nothing as he led me into the elevator.

"Jax?" I started.

"What?"

"I'm fucking starving."

He rolled his eyes as the elevator made its stop at the highest floor. "Really?"

"The least you could do is bring me some hot food."

"No," he made a turn into a hallway. "The least I could do is not cut off one of your limbs and serve that to you as hot food."

"That's pretty dark," I said, "you got a lot of pent up rage?"

His lip twitched. "A lot is an understatement."