Chapter 104
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Because you’re mine
104: 104.
Because you’re mine Liam
“From what?”
The other males.
“You don’t know the way yet. I’m making sure you don’t get lost,” I lie through my teeth.
A look of defiance crosses her face.
“I’m a quick study, so you’re good.
You can go do,” she waves a hand, “whatever it is you do.”
She walks away like I’m so easily handled.
I snort and follow her.
“Stop following me,” she snaps, not breaking her stride.
“You should eat something,” I blurt out.
“I’m fine,” she huffs, trying to walk faster.
I move close to her, the mating urge driving me to take care of my mate.
I know she hasn’t eaten enough.
Last night, after she was healed, she went to bed in one of the guest rooms, a room she shared with her cousin, to my wolf’s consternation.
Fuck this.
I place my head on her lower back and herd her to the dining hall.
“Hands off,” she says, uselessly trying to move my hand.
“Humor me,” I say
“Why do you care?”
Because you’re mine.
“You want me to leave you alone? Then eat something before you faint. I really don’t want to be carrying your unconscious body back to your room because you’re being stubborn.”
That seems to work.
She doesn’t put up a fight as I guide her into the mess hall.
The atmosphere is an odd mixture of apprehension, confusion, and welcome.
Quinnie moved between the tables of our allies, doing what submissives do best: making people feel at ease.
Sebastian wasn’t far behind, looking a little more disgruntled by her welcome of the dominant males.
Ransom spots his cousin and gets up from one of the tables, giving me a ‘fuck off’ look before turning his attention to Hazel.
“Good talk,” he said, grabbing her and leading her to the line for food.
I bit back a growl at the male coming between my mate and me.
“Yeah. At least it’s all out in the open now.” She grabbed a plate and started to load it with every type of sugar she could find.
I grab two and start putting a more balanced meal on the plates while nodding to pack mates and males that fought by our side.
Ransom and Hazel move to a table, and I follow, sitting right next to Hazel.
Ransom’s eyes lock onto me.
“Are you here for something?”
“No.” I pushed the Hazel plate of desserts aside and put the plate I made for her in front of her.
“Hey, give me back my food.”
“That’s not food.
Eat a real breakfast, and then you can have whatever you want after.”
Ransom looks offended for his cousin.“Listen, I’ve had it up to here with your furry —”
Elliot pushes Ransom over, straddling the bench and crowding Ransom with his body.
“Morning, princess.”
Now, it was Hazel’s turn to come to her cousin’s defense.
“Back off, creep,” she tossed a mini muffin at the psycho Alpha.
He caught it with a smile and took a bite.
“I think your cousin likes me,” he said to Ransom.
I growl at the offending thought of my mate liking any male other than me.
“I don’t want your female. Calm down, beast,” Elliot rolls his eyes, then fingers one of Ransom’s long, dark locks before the man smacks his hand away, hard.
“I’ve already found my princess.”
My wolf is slightly mollified hearing Elliot refer to Hazel as mine.
Unfortunately, that was the wrong thing to say to the hunters.
Both of them shot up from their seats.
“I’ll strangle you with your own intestines if you ever call me that again,” Ransom warned just as Hazel said, “Are you curious about testicle removal surgery?”
I laugh tumbles out of me, and a set of green and Hazel eyes narrow on me.
Stop playing around.
Take our mate to our room, my wolf whines like the cranky bastard he is.
“What are you laughing at? You’re no better than him,” Hazel says.
The smell of her anger shouldn’t be this sexy.
I won’t know if she likes to fuck when she’s angry.
Quinnie’s soft voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Everything okay here?”
It’s only then that I notice the attention from the others we are garnering.
“Oh, yeah. We’re all just getting to know each other,” Elliot says.
“Right,” Quinnie looks at Elliot and then at me with a reproachful look.
“Well, I’m going to have to steal Ransom and Hazel for a moment.”
“Where to?” Hazel asks skeptically.
“Shit, sorry.
I haven’t introduced myself.
I’m Quinley.
You can call me Quin.
I’m the welcome party and the pack counselor.
I just wanted to show you guys around.”
“Quin…” I start seeing this move for exactly what it is: a way to take Hazel away from me.
“No, Liam,” she cuts me off, her voice soft but firm.
“Our guest just came from an ordeal I’m going to take, and both of you,” she raises a brow at Elliot, who doesn’t look too pleased with this development either, “Are going to sit your asses right here.”
Ransom smirked.
“Now her, I like.”
“Later, boys,” Hazel teases.
“Or not.”
Hazel gives me one last indecipherable look before going over to Quinnie with Ransom behind her.
My wolf scrapes his claws inside my mind.
Howling and snarling.
Hating the feeling of watching his mate walk away.
And it occurs to me just how fucked I am.
It doesn’t matter the danger; there is no way I’m letting Hazel walk away from me.
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