Fated to the Enemy Alpha King

Chapter Four

He even liked her height.

She was short when he normally went for tall women but for some reason with her he liked the fact that she was barely five-foot-four.

It made him think of all the ways that his large body could wrap around hers.

He usually liked smaller breasts, because they could fit in his mouth and well, they didn’t freak him out.

Large breasts like hers made him think of breastfeeding, which made him think of babies and at ninety-eight, he wasn’t interested in having cubs of his own yet, but he wouldn’t mind running his tongue over her beautiful breast when she finally submitted to him.

She wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t stick thin either like most of the women that he’d slept with were.

She was the opposite of everything that he liked and for whatever reason he found himself intrigued by her. If she wasn’t such a miserable pain in the ass and unmated he might consider pushing her up against the bar one night, ripping off her panties with his fangs and f*****g her out of his system, but then again he might just kill her and be done with the whole thing.

“s**t,” he growled as he watched Evan, his Beta, walk up behind Lyra. It made him pause there for a moment, trying to decide what he should do.

Evan didn’t have to worry about getting trapped with the pain in the ass, because he was already unhappily mated.

Perhaps he didn’t have to do anything after all, Kael decided as he thought it over.

Evan was his Beta and also the manager of his club. He could handle tossing her out on her ass without worry and at the same time send a message to their enemies that they didn’t take s**t from anyone.

It looked like he wasn’t needed here after all, he mused with a shrug, starting to turn around just as Evan grabbed Kara by the arm and attempted to quietly lead her off the dance floor without causing a scene.

What both men hadn’t expected was for Lyra to grab Evan’s hand and with a very simple twist, dropped him to his knees. Most people around them were too happily buzzed to really care. The humans dancing around her that had noticed were cheering her on.

They probably thought that she was handling some jerk that wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Kael felt his stomach lurch as lyra’s beautiful emerald eyes flashed silver in warning.

Oh, s**t…

Evan’s eyes widened in surprise before he shifted his gaze away and tilted his head to the side, offering his throat in submission.

Lyra was a goddamn Alpha female. How in the hell had he missed this? He’d known her for years and never once had he suspected that she was anything more than a pain in the ass shifter that he wanted to f*****g throttle. She’d hid her status well.

Gods f*****g dammit!

She smiled sweetly down at evan before patronizingly patting him on the head.

He could tell that evan was doing everything that he could to stop himself from lunging at lyra for humiliating him like this.

Furious, kael moved in with a snarl to defend his Beta when one of the foolish human males that she’d been dancing with tripped over his own two feet and fell into her, knocking her down.

On pure instinct, and not because he cared, because he really didn’t...

he reached out and caught her before she hit the ground. Just as he was setting her back down on her feet he felt it.

A searing pain tearing through his wrist.

“No!” he roared as he shoved her away, not caring that he’d sent her stumbling into another human.

He yanked back his shirtsleeve and stared numbly at the new black tattoo on his wrist, a trinity mark.

This mark was original. Every mating mark was unique to each pair and this one meant…

This one meant…

Shit.

He nearly puked.

Angry brown eyes met his when he finally managed to tear his eyes away from the mark that had just destroyed everything.

They both glared at each other for a long moment, ignoring the throngs of crazy dancers around them as they both came to terms with what this meant for both of them.

Their eyes narrowed dangerously.

“You asshole!” Lyra finally snapped the same time Kael said, “You f*****g neutered me!”

With that announcement, all the anger in lyra’s expression was suddenly gone and was replaced by a sly little grin that had his hands clenching into fists as he fought against the urge to strangle her.

She leaned in almost conspiratorially, leaving him with no other choice but to cautiously do the same.

“Kind of sucks being you right about now, doesn’t it?” she asked with a wink before she spun around on her heels and walked away from him.

She paused ten feet away from him, spun right back around and pointed a finger to the right.

Only to suddenly let that finger go completely limp, making his jaw clench as she mouthed the word,

“Limpy.”