as he moved her bottle out of the way so he could lean across the table.
“You sure as hell don’t get to tell me what to do,” Laney said as she climbed out of the chair, doing her best to limp-storm away.
She took a deep breath when she finally stepped out to the car park. What was wrong with him? He had made his feelings clear and she was only trying to respect that. How could she do so if he didn’t do the same?
“I told you the only way you’re leaving is with me,” Heath said from behind her. Laney whirled to face him
“Listen up and listen well, wolf-boy,” she began, punctuating her words with a finger poking him in the chest. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. I get that I put your pack in danger, I get that you don’t want me around, I get that you don’t want anything to do with me. Now you need to understand that I am doing my best to honour your wishes but you don’t get to tell me what to do.” Laney turned and walked away from him. Taking a deep breath she let the tension leave her body. She couldn’t let him see how much she was hurting inside; she needed him to just go.
“You finished, my beta?” Heath asked her softly.
As she took a deep breath she could smell nothing but Heath: his cologne, his scent, simply him. Laney wanted to curl into him and let him hold her close.
“No, I am not your beta,” she said instead. “You are not my Alpha.”
“Yes I am, Laney-girl.”
“Why are you making this so hard?” Laney shouted as she turned back to him. She hadn’t realised Heath had come so close and she had to take a step back.
“Hard?” Heath asked as he stepped toward her again. Laney moved back but Heath followed her until she was pressed against the side of the building. Heath placed a hand on either side of her head and leaned down until they were practically nose to nose.
“Hard is turning around and realising that you’re not there, that some psycho has taken you from me.” Heath leaned in, burying his face in her neck; he took a deep breath. Laney didn’t move. Everything in her was screaming for her to reach out and pull him close, but her mind refused the action.
“Hard is finding him with his fangs buried deep in your flesh,” he said as he nuzzled her. “You know what’s hardest of all? Knowing that the only reason you were ever in danger was because of me.”
What? She didn’t understand. She had brought the danger to the pack house; she was the weak link and that was why she had been targeted. Christophe would never have tried to take one of the other females of the pack.
Before she could ask what he meant, a car swung into the lot shining its headlights on them.
“What the hell are you doing near my sister?” John yelled as he flew out of the driver’s seat.
Mary must have heard him arrive or been looking out for him because she was there in seconds.
“Johnny, wait, it’s okay,” Mary said as she caught hold of her husband’s arm.
Heath pulled away from Laney and turned to face her brother with hands raised out to his side. It was a small action but it was enough to take a little of the steam out of John.
“Get in the car,” John ordered both Mary and Laney.
“Take your wife home, John. I’ll be along soon,” Laney said as she stepped around Heath. They needed to finish this tonight. She didn’t want to spend any more time wondering what if. She needed to get on with her life.
John shook his head. “I’m not leaving you here with him.”
“I’m not asking you.”
John stared down at her as she came to a stop in front of him. Laney returned his gaze. She didn’t blink; she didn’t turn away; she just stared. “Leave.”
“I’m not happy about this, Laney,” John said, but he looked away first and she knew he would do exactly what she wanted.
“I’ll be fine,” Laney assured him. She turned to hug Mary. “Thank you for a fun night.”
“You sure you’ll be okay?” Mary whispered as she hugged Laney
“You sure as hell don’t get to tell me what to do,” Laney said as she climbed out of the chair, doing her best to limp-storm away.
She took a deep breath when she finally stepped out to the car park. What was wrong with him? He had made his feelings clear and she was only trying to respect that. How could she do so if he didn’t do the same?
“I told you the only way you’re leaving is with me,” Heath said from behind her. Laney whirled to face him
“Listen up and listen well, wolf-boy,” she began, punctuating her words with a finger poking him in the chest. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. I get that I put your pack in danger, I get that you don’t want me around, I get that you don’t want anything to do with me. Now you need to understand that I am doing my best to honour your wishes but you don’t get to tell me what to do.” Laney turned and walked away from him. Taking a deep breath she let the tension leave her body. She couldn’t let him see how much she was hurting inside; she needed him to just go.
“You finished, my beta?” Heath asked her softly.
As she took a deep breath she could smell nothing but Heath: his cologne, his scent, simply him. Laney wanted to curl into him and let him hold her close.
“No, I am not your beta,” she said instead. “You are not my Alpha.”
“Yes I am, Laney-girl.”
“Why are you making this so hard?” Laney shouted as she turned back to him. She hadn’t realised Heath had come so close and she had to take a step back.
“Hard?” Heath asked as he stepped toward her again. Laney moved back but Heath followed her until she was pressed against the side of the building. Heath placed a hand on either side of her head and leaned down until they were practically nose to nose.
“Hard is turning around and realising that you’re not there, that some psycho has taken you from me.” Heath leaned in, burying his face in her neck; he took a deep breath. Laney didn’t move. Everything in her was screaming for her to reach out and pull him close, but her mind refused the action.
“Hard is finding him with his fangs buried deep in your flesh,” he said as he nuzzled her. “You know what’s hardest of all? Knowing that the only reason you were ever in danger was because of me.”
What? She didn’t understand. She had brought the danger to the pack house; she was the weak link and that was why she had been targeted. Christophe would never have tried to take one of the other females of the pack.
Before she could ask what he meant, a car swung into the lot shining its headlights on them.
“What the hell are you doing near my sister?” John yelled as he flew out of the driver’s seat.
Mary must have heard him arrive or been looking out for him because she was there in seconds.
“Johnny, wait, it’s okay,” Mary said as she caught hold of her husband’s arm.
Heath pulled away from Laney and turned to face her brother with hands raised out to his side. It was a small action but it was enough to take a little of the steam out of John.
“Get in the car,” John ordered both Mary and Laney.
“Take your wife home, John. I’ll be along soon,” Laney said as she stepped around Heath. They needed to finish this tonight. She didn’t want to spend any more time wondering what if. She needed to get on with her life.
John shook his head. “I’m not leaving you here with him.”
“I’m not asking you.”
John stared down at her as she came to a stop in front of him. Laney returned his gaze. She didn’t blink; she didn’t turn away; she just stared. “Leave.”
“I’m not happy about this, Laney,” John said, but he looked away first and she knew he would do exactly what she wanted.
“I’ll be fine,” Laney assured him. She turned to hug Mary. “Thank you for a fun night.”
“You sure you’ll be okay?” Mary whispered as she hugged Laney
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