Savage (Reagan and Kieran) novel Chapter 5

Kieran

I’m furious at my wolf, but more furious at myself. I should have been stronger, should have been able to keep him contained.

“Please don’t kill him,” Elias says again.

“Elias, if you don’t fucking move out from in front of me, I’m demoting you.”

“It would be worth it if you lived, Alpha,” he says.

I drag myself to my feet. I shouldn’t be able to stand after the power that ripped me off my mate. But her power, all that fucking power that flowed into me for the few moments that Samson’s canines were in her neck, has strengthened me. And while I’m still at risk of going feral if we don’t complete our bond, Samson is much more manageable right now.

“Your Gamma is very protective of you,” the older man, obviously my mate’s father, says.

“My name is Alpha Kieran. I come from a pack out west. We literally just arrived and when my wolf smelled his mate, he took over. If I were in my right mind, I never would have marked her without her consent. But unfortunately, what my Gamma said is true. I’ve been perilously close to going feral for too long.”

“Alpha Kieran is a good Alpha,” Elias says and I growl at him.

“What part of ‘I don’t need your protection’ was unclear, Elias? Step. Aside. Now.”

I watch as his shoulders sag, but he steps aside.

“I will accept whatever punishment you have for these types of infractions. I know I was wrong. I know my wolf was wrong to do what he did. Going feral isn’t an excuse, but it is the real reason that it happened this way. All I ask is that you let my Gamma leave with no backlash because of this. He was merely trying to keep me sane,” I say.

“As an Alpha wolf who nearly went feral many years ago, I can relate to the pressure of needing to find your mate. But you marked my daughter and if it wasn’t for her, you’d be dead already,” the older man’s wolf, a very powerful wolf, pushes forward to say. Samson pushes forward too, ready to take the brunt of whatever they give us.

“Can we even put him in the cells? I have no desire to fight with Rae on her birthday, especially after all of this,” the younger Alpha says.

“Put him in your office until Reagan decides what she wants to do,” the older Alpha says. “You, Gamma Elias is it?” he asks, looking at Elias.

Elias nods.

“You stay with your Alpha for now,” he says.

“We’ve got this Rich,” a tall, dark-skinned man says as he and another Alpha walk over.

“Yeah, Rich. Aunt Grace, Aunt Cara, and I can handle the guests,” a woman says. She’s got silver bite marks all over her skin and her mate mark doesn’t look like a wolf's. Behind her a see and smell the vampire. Both he and she have angry power radiating off of them.

“Thanks, Leana. You two, come with me,” the younger Alpha says.

I’m quiet until we get to his office. “Can I get your names?” I ask.

“You come to my pack and you don’t know who I am?” the younger Alpha snarls. His father puts a hand on his arm.

“Going feral will do that to you. I’m Alpha Liam, this is my son, Alpha Richard. Do you even know my daughter’s name?”

I think for a moment. “Rea,” I say.

The younger Alpha scoffs turning away before punching his hand through the wall. “You don’t even know my sister’s fucking name. You marked her and you don’t even know her fucking name,” he snarls. He goes to the bar and pours a drink for himself and his father, then comes to stand beside him.

I watch as both men’s heads snap in the same direction, the direction I believe my mate is in. It feels like she’s coming down the stairs and heading this way.

“Gamma Elias, my sister would like to speak with you.”

“Before he leaves this room, I would like you to guarantee his safety,” I say to them.

“You’re in no position to ask for anything, Alpha, and apparently your Gamma is willing to die for you, so I think we’re good,” Alpha Richard says.

I look at Elias. “Don’t worry, Alpha. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” he says before walking out.

I slide my fingers through my hair. How did I get here? How did I become this mess? Maybe I should have taken a chosen mate, but I just KNEW she was out there.

I hear the click of the door as it opens. I lift my head and look over to see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life enter the room. I’m sure all mates think that their mate is the most beautiful, but mine truly is. There’s no way that every man here doesn’t want my mate.

Without saying a word, she goes to the bar and pours a drink, the same bourbon that her brother poured, then she comes back and leans against the desk just as her brother and father did, crossing one ankle over the other as she studies me while taking a sip of her drink.

She changed her clothes, wearing much more casual clothes. The mark, my mark, on her neck is already healing but I can see where Samson’s canines slashed gashes from her marking spot through her neck, ripping her flesh open when we were pulled off of her.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry that Samson marked you without your consent. I’ll understand if you hate me and want to reject me. I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry.”

She doesn’t say anything, just continues to watch me. I can feel the turmoil in her mind because of the mate bond, but she’s effectively blocking me out. She takes another sip before putting the drink down and turning her entire focus on me.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with you?”