The Boundary Line

Chapter 11

A red hot knife.

It felt as if a red hot knife had been plunged deep into my heart and then had been brutally twisted multiple times. It felt as if the knife was pulled out, only to be droven right back in again. That is how I was feeling right now. I watched unmoving as Imogen, a friend of mine, place her lips on my mate. 

It didn't even last a second before Tristan jolted back and wrapped a large hand around her neck. His face was one of undeniable fury, as his lip curled back and snarled. Although he was atleast thirty meters away from me, a chill ran through my body upon hearing the sound.  Tristan threw Imogen off him as if she was a contagious disease, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

I didn't even realise what I was doing until I was striding over to her with no doubt a deadly expression on my face. Nobody touches my mate, nobody kisses my mate, but me. I stormed towards her, fury running through veins. My wolf was almost ready to shift as we looked at the pathetic girl on the ground with a scared expression on her face. 

Good, I thought.

Despite my anger, it took all I had in me to not burst into tears. I didn't even spare a glance at my mate as I reached Imogen. I bent down and grabbed the front of her shirt, roughly pulling her up to standing position. I growled lowly in her face, watching in satisfaction as she whimpered and struggled against my grip. I leaned my face into hers, so close our noses were almost touching. 

"How dare you", I spoke lowly, my voice sounding unrecognisable even to my own ears. "How dare you kiss my mate."  Her eyes widened, although the look on her fearful face, told me as if she already knew Tristan was my mate.  I shook the feeling off. I swear I was ready to hit something...

I didn't hesitate, as I reeled my hand back and slapped it across Imogens cheek. My hand stung slightly from the impact, but I dismissed it. My eyes narrowed in the on the large red print on the left side of her cheek. 

'She deserves more than a slap" my wolf snarled loudly, pushing for us to shift and teach her real lesson. 'She needs her pathetic throat ripping out!' Anger surged through our bond and I could feel my claws elongate, as my wolf desperately tried to break free. 

It was like a truck had driven through my chest as I realised that someone from my Pack had kissed my mate, before I had. Although the kiss didn't even last a second, it was still a kiss. I felt betrayed as I looked down at the girl I had gone to high school with, lie crying on the ground. 

I growled and was ready to pounce on her, when a large strong arm wrapped around my waist from behind and pulled me tight against their chest. I looked down at the tan bronzed skin and growled lowly in my throat. "Let go of me, Tristan", I said, ignoring the incredible sensation of where our skin touched. His woosdy musk scent surrounded me, and for a second I forgot about the problem at hand. 

"Stop it", Tristans mouth was right next to my ear, his hot breath hitting my skin. I gritted my teeth together and spun around in his hold. I barely noticed that I was now chest to chest with my large and very tall mate. I bent my head back to look up at him. "Stop it?" I asked, repeating what he had said. "Another female kissed you. Do you think that is okay?" I hissed, my voice raised now. Tristan looked at me, his dark eyes narrowing at my question. When he didn't answer, I looked up at him, with no doubt a hurt expression. "Fine. If you think it's alright for someone other than your mate to kiss you, I'll go find Jake".

In a blink of an eye, I was suddenly lifted up by my waist and was level, face to face with my mate. I gasped and gripped onto his broad shoulders to balance myself. Tristan's brown eyes were now black. I gulped quietly, I really had pissed my mate off. Tristan growled in my face, his fingers digging into the skin of my waist. "Don't you fucking threaten me". I swallowed, feeling as if a brick had been shoved down my throat. "I'll rip that pup to pieces if I ever see him touch you". I remained silent and looked at my mate. I shivered as his black eyes bored into mine. Underneath all the anger, there was passion. A lot of passion and tension.