I Hit His Balls By Accident—Now This Taken Alpha's Obsessed With Marking Me?!

Tristan " Again . " The word leaves my throat like a growl . Brandon groans , wiping sweat from his forehead , but he raises his fists . We were supposed to be at the bar tonight . The guys wanted one last night of hunting tourists before college starts . But I couldn't do it.The mess with Aria and Siennan this morning left me agitated . So , I call off our Saturday night plans for a last - minute training session . As the grandson of the alpha - which makes me the future alpha of the pack - the guys have no choice but to listen . Brandon swings . Sloppy .

Drunk on fatigue and the three beers he chugged before I called him . I sidestep , grab his wrist , and slam him into the mat . Thud . ' Dead , " I say , releasing him . I look at the twins , Tyler and Thomas . Theyre leaning against the wall , chests heaving , looking at me like I'm a psychopath . Maybe I am . That's enough , " I say . One of my jobs as future alpha is to anticipate the needs of my pack , so I pull my claws back into my left hand Wolverine - style and heathe my knife with my right . Good session . " Brandon rolls onto his back , gasping for air .

" You're a dictator , Tristan . " I'm keeping you alive , " I counter , grabbing a towel . " Vampires don't care if you have a hangover . " Whatever . " Brandon sits up, shaking out his hair . A smirk tugs at his lip . " Word travels fast , you know . " pause , towel halfway to my face . " What word ? " The girl , " he says . " The one from last night . The beer pong sniper . " ria . My wolf pricks its ears up . What about her ? " I ask , keeping my voice dangerously neutral . Garrett Lawrence was running his mouth at the pub , " Brandon says , getting to his feet .

" Apparently , she's a stray . Adopted . Didn't even know she was a shifter ntil last night . " stiffen . Garrett is a drunk and a fool . Of course he's spilling pack business to anyone who will listen . She's staying with the Lawrences . " Brandon continues , a glint entering his eyes . What's it to you ? " I ask . 50 you knew ? " one of the other guys - Tyler - speaks up . His identical twin Thomas stands next to him , quiet as he waits for my response . Jax and I handled it this morning st . n..ll . Thi Chapter 12 " And you didn't tell us ? " Brandon laughs , a'short , sharp sound .

" Man , you holding out on us ? Trying to get first dibs ? " Rage flares in my chest . Hot . Instant . " It's not like that , " I snap . " Come on , Tristan . " Brandon steps closer , wiping sweat from his neck . " She's an Omega . And a hot one . We haven't had a chance to have any fun with yet . " Anger fires through me , and I have an intense urge to punch that arrogant look off his face . Instead . I take a few long breaths to compose myself . " You know the rules , " I say , sharp and clear . " Everyone in this pack gets the respect of giving their consent - including omegas .

" " She's unattached , " he counters , ignoring the warning in my tone . He looks at the twins . " Think she needs a welcome committee ? She was shy last night , but maybe she just needs the right ... motivation . " Another surge of red - hot anger passes through me , and the next thing I know , I've tackled Brandon to the ground and my knife is out , the flat end of it flush against his throat . Fear flashes in Brandon's eyes , followed by challenge . ' Don't touch her , " 1 growl , and I glance up at the twins to make sure they get the message as well . " She's mine . " Silence .

The red haze in my vision clears just enough for me to realize what I just said . Brandon stares up at me , confusion warring with the fear in his eyes . Yours ? " he rasps . hit . freeze . I didn't mean to say it . I didn't even know I thought it . ut now the words are out there , hanging between us like a grenade with the pin pulled . and I have no idea how to take them back . ( 1 ) ( 0 ) Chapter admin