her upper arm in an iron grip.
“Take your fucking hands off me!” Willa hissed. In her periphery she saw the few other restaurant patrons flee.
Apparently, the Alpha had had enough. His hand on her arm tightened, and then kept going. She didn’t wince, she didn’t make a sound. Her scowl remained in place. Challenging. When the pain got to be too much she pointed to her neck. “I’m already claimed, asshole. You’re too late. Now, get gone before my mate returns and rips your fucking hand from your body.” She looked down at the hand still holding her in a bruising grip.
When her eyes lifted back to the Alpha’s she could see and scent his anger at the mark on her, but it didn’t last. He blinked, and the expression was gone before he smiled. “Sounds like a bluff. And that,” he tried to slide his fingers over the mark, but Willa jerked back. “Looks old.” Suddenly, he yanked Willa forward and lifted her quickly so her legs were wrapped around him as he turned and carried her through the restaurant. “No, if there was a new Alpha in town, I’m certain he’d fuck you and mark you often.” He carried her to a table, and despite her struggles, was able to lay her on the hard surface. Insinuating his body between her legs, he pinned her arms over her head. “That’s not a mate mark.” He leaned closer, his breath fanning her face as he slid his nose over hers then down to her neck and, to her horror, nuzzled between her breasts, inhaling deeply before pulling back to smile at her. “And you don’t smell like you’ve been fucked. Don’t lie to me. There is no mate.”
“Is there a problem?”
Willa was praying for Barron to arrive, but it was the stupid cook who poked his old head out of the kitchen.
Above her, the Alpha partially shifted and flashed elongated incisors and his wolf’s eyes at the employee before the poor frightened guy ran back into the kitchen. It was a forbidden display. Shifters went to great lengths to remain hidden, and here this punk was, showing their secret to the world.
“W-Willa?” Becca’s voice trembled as she sought guidance.
Willa’s head jerked to the side and she saw the other men advancing on Becca and Sarya. Enough !
Sucking in a deep breath, Willa slammed her head forward with all her might. Her forehead connected with the Alpha’s nose and he dropped with a howl. Slowly, she rolled off the table and curled her hands into fists as she eyed the pack of men who suddenly stopped and stared at her gape-mouthed.
Blood ran down from Willa’s forehead in a stream, sliding off the tip of her nose and dripping onto her lips. She didn’t care as she allowed her wolf to seep forth into her eyes. Donning a menacing grin, she lowered her head to glare up at the men. Her full Alphina authority radiated in her words as she growled, “Get away from my girls.”
To his credit, one of the men actually moved away before realizing his pack wasn’t following suit and quickly reclaimed his step to avoid looking like a coward.
“You bitch!” The Alpha was struggling to his feet with his hands cupping his gushing nose.
In front of the girls, one of the shifters whispered, “Aw, shit David!”
David?
Willa eyed the group of men before returning her gaze to the bleeding David. His pack fidgeted nervously, drawing Willa’s attention, and she could see their ire increasing by the second. They were going to attack, and were simply waiting for David’s permission to do so. Cowards!
Willa’s eyes shot to the door. Damn it! Still no Barron. When David dropped his hands and looked from her to his pack, she knew this was it. She knew he was going to issue the order to attack.
“I challenge the Alpha,” she bit out before he could voice his command. A challenge was a piss-poor idea, but it’d hopefully stall them out long enough for Barron to arrive.
“Challenge?” David
“Take your fucking hands off me!” Willa hissed. In her periphery she saw the few other restaurant patrons flee.
Apparently, the Alpha had had enough. His hand on her arm tightened, and then kept going. She didn’t wince, she didn’t make a sound. Her scowl remained in place. Challenging. When the pain got to be too much she pointed to her neck. “I’m already claimed, asshole. You’re too late. Now, get gone before my mate returns and rips your fucking hand from your body.” She looked down at the hand still holding her in a bruising grip.
When her eyes lifted back to the Alpha’s she could see and scent his anger at the mark on her, but it didn’t last. He blinked, and the expression was gone before he smiled. “Sounds like a bluff. And that,” he tried to slide his fingers over the mark, but Willa jerked back. “Looks old.” Suddenly, he yanked Willa forward and lifted her quickly so her legs were wrapped around him as he turned and carried her through the restaurant. “No, if there was a new Alpha in town, I’m certain he’d fuck you and mark you often.” He carried her to a table, and despite her struggles, was able to lay her on the hard surface. Insinuating his body between her legs, he pinned her arms over her head. “That’s not a mate mark.” He leaned closer, his breath fanning her face as he slid his nose over hers then down to her neck and, to her horror, nuzzled between her breasts, inhaling deeply before pulling back to smile at her. “And you don’t smell like you’ve been fucked. Don’t lie to me. There is no mate.”
“Is there a problem?”
Willa was praying for Barron to arrive, but it was the stupid cook who poked his old head out of the kitchen.
Above her, the Alpha partially shifted and flashed elongated incisors and his wolf’s eyes at the employee before the poor frightened guy ran back into the kitchen. It was a forbidden display. Shifters went to great lengths to remain hidden, and here this punk was, showing their secret to the world.
“W-Willa?” Becca’s voice trembled as she sought guidance.
Willa’s head jerked to the side and she saw the other men advancing on Becca and Sarya. Enough !
Sucking in a deep breath, Willa slammed her head forward with all her might. Her forehead connected with the Alpha’s nose and he dropped with a howl. Slowly, she rolled off the table and curled her hands into fists as she eyed the pack of men who suddenly stopped and stared at her gape-mouthed.
Blood ran down from Willa’s forehead in a stream, sliding off the tip of her nose and dripping onto her lips. She didn’t care as she allowed her wolf to seep forth into her eyes. Donning a menacing grin, she lowered her head to glare up at the men. Her full Alphina authority radiated in her words as she growled, “Get away from my girls.”
To his credit, one of the men actually moved away before realizing his pack wasn’t following suit and quickly reclaimed his step to avoid looking like a coward.
“You bitch!” The Alpha was struggling to his feet with his hands cupping his gushing nose.
In front of the girls, one of the shifters whispered, “Aw, shit David!”
David?
Willa eyed the group of men before returning her gaze to the bleeding David. His pack fidgeted nervously, drawing Willa’s attention, and she could see their ire increasing by the second. They were going to attack, and were simply waiting for David’s permission to do so. Cowards!
Willa’s eyes shot to the door. Damn it! Still no Barron. When David dropped his hands and looked from her to his pack, she knew this was it. She knew he was going to issue the order to attack.
“I challenge the Alpha,” she bit out before he could voice his command. A challenge was a piss-poor idea, but it’d hopefully stall them out long enough for Barron to arrive.
“Challenge?” David
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