Chapter Ten
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“A dragon,” he said perturbed, and petrified.
How could he have missed it?
“A bleaming dragon.”
Flint watched with grace sinking heart as his Alpha thrashed the entire office in a violent fit of helpless and frustrated rage.
“It just had to be a dm dragon,” he railed on. Dragging at his hair. Veins standing out like pillars along the column of his neck. “Why?”
He had nursed a sickening feeling. One he couldn’t share - couldn’t afford to. He had every reason to believe his Luna was a Faceless. Every reason to believe she had thrown them off her scent, off her trail.
Although it would seem they needn’t as - his eyes fell on his irate Alpha - there was apparently and obviously no need.
Dragon.
He sit his eyes tight as the activities of the earlier part of the night played all over his frantic feverish mind.
Over and over again.
More sickening was the fact that she had been there - right behind her.
Vincentia.
His fighter.
His warrioress.
His mate.
He had payed to see her once again, and had been blessed with two opportunities. None of them favourable as in each she had fought off ferociously and ripped his peers like ones teeth would a juicy drumstick.
Yet bathed in the blood of his fellow wolves, she had never radiated more brilliantly.
Bax wanted her, and so did he.
Ian glanced questionably at him.
He sighed.
He glanced pointedly at Ian, and they left the enraged Alpha to his own.
He had something more urgent, more pressing
Vincentia targeted a stone in her path and with a decisive and resounding thud and an energetic swing of the leg, sent it skidding fast ahead of her.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“Heavy bucks more like.”
Ventura paused in her aimless pacing and looked up at her mates. “You’re here,” she muttered tight-lipped.
“Yes, we are,” Splush readily agreed, falling into steps - with Selena.
“You’ve been awfully silent since two nights last, Vincentia,” Selena voiced after a few moments of silent pacing.
Selena nudged her sharply.
“No,” Vincentia beta and cleared her throat. “No, I am not.”
“Then?”
Another sharp nudge.
Vincentia sighed deeply, running her manicured fingers through her dark hair with it deep blue highlights that gleamed when they caught the light.
The agitation spread hot through her and Rofa echoed it.
“You do not approve,” Selena fished, watching the pensive woman beside her.
She began to speak, shaking her head. “It’s not that I disapprove, it’s just that leaking her identity like that -.” She broke off with a loud hiss and her hair suffered her fingers once again. She glanced away and then turned sharply around. “It’s the man,” she suddenly said. “I don’t trust him.”
Splush sank to the ground. “Like that even needs words,” she snarled.
Hands akimbo, Vincentia faced them. “We have never been found.”
Splush nodded in a sage fashion. “With reason.”
“But she - “
“Relax Vincentia,” Selena said with a calming hand on her shoulder. “It’s just a part of her.”
Pensive eyes rested in Selena. “She’s just a target to him. What if all he needed was a pride in the be right direction, huh?”
Splush hissed.
Selena faltered with words.
“What if her heart still lies with him? What if it’s all a trap? Uh? What if -?”
“He seduces her back to him?” Splush filled in, leaving an air of putrid thick silence just high enough above them.
“I see what you mean,” Selena whispered in dawning realisation. “I feel your fear, babe.”
“We all know that very fast on the heels of revenge and hurt are abiding feeling,” Vincentia said analytically. “Emotions raw and commanded by desire so fierce.”
“I see your point,” Selena muttered beneath her breathe.
“Like the undeniable mate bond between Beta Flint and yourself?” Splush tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
Selena scrambled fast to her feet. Honey-hold eyes wide in astonishment. “Oh s**t,” she muttered even as a string of expletives left her lilac-hued lips.
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