Chapter Twenty One
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Jett
Oh no, did he really think he could sidle up to my girl as if I wasn’t right there watching. As if I wouldn’t rip out his throat just for breathing the same air as her.
The growl that tumbled from my lips was low and long and Diablo looked up sharply . His gaze lingered on my face questioningly and then skirted away. Coming to rest on the small gathering in the kitchen. His eyesbrows shot down.
“Easy Jett.” His warning growl met mine. “Easy”
I shook my shoulders out but didn’t take my eyes off her back. Her blonde hair was shaking down her back as she laughed.
Son of a b***h was making her laugh.
And I hated it.
“I’m fine.” I lied and I knew he could see straight through it. “If he touches her though all bets are off.” I warned with a growl. He could order me to stand down if he wanted to and he probably would. It didn’t mean I would listen. Going against my alpha wasn’t something I would usually do but where my mate was concerned.
My mate.
My animal was roaring his challenge. Demanding the blood of the weaker animal.
“You said you didn’t want her.”
Had I said that? Had I said that and meant it? “ I said I didn’t deserve her.”
Diablo nodded once. “Go and get her then. Stake your claim.” He shrugged.
“I can’t claim here and you know it.” My eyes had narrowed into slits as I watched her turn laughing to my blonde brother. I didn’t even know his name which meant he was a prospect and not a full club member.
“You can still claim her in front of him, he won’t know you can’t actually go through with it.”
Both of us fell silent for a moment as we watched. Blonde douche with the girly tattoos reached out and pushed a wayward strand of blonde hair behind her ear and I was moving without thinking.
The roar that erupted from my lips made the room for silent. But it barely registered as I tore my way into the kitchen.
Bat moved to get between us but was just a second to slow . My fist connected with his jaw and sent him flying. And I pounced , my fists reigning down as I rode him to the floor.
He had touched my mate.
He had touched her in a way that said to the rest of the room that he wanted to claim her for himself or at the very least f**k her.
Again and again my fists reigned down, and I could feel the change start to take hold. My canines bit it into my lip drawing blood as I struggled to control the urge to rip his throat out and roll around in his blood.
Distantly I could hear Harper screaming. And Sarah’s soothing tones but there was nothing but the sound of my fist hitting flesh with wet sloppy sounds and the crack of bones.
“Don’t f*****g touch her.” Punch after punch landed until his face looked like pulverised meat.
“That’s enough Jett.” I felt myself being lifted and turned on Bat with a scream. Teeth clashing.
“He didn’t want her , he disrespected her by going with another woman.”
Turning back to the man on the floor I growled into his face. “To shop, I f*****g went shopping for my mate and you think you can touch her.” I head butted him hard, feeling the crack as his nose broke.
I would kill him.
“Come on Harper, lets go up stairs and leave these idiots to it.”
Slowly I raised my head, watching as Sarah lead my mate out of the room. Her arm around her shoulders.
And then Diablo was there , pulling me off by the scruff of my neck and tossing me away like I was nothing.
“That’s enough, Jett you have claimed her in front of your brothers. Unless any want to challenge you officially in the circle for their chance to woo her?”
There was nothing but silence as I found my feet.
“This isn’t over Jett.”
“I think you’ll find it is prospect unless you want me to rip you apart.” But the truth of the matter was it could well now be over for me and Harper.
Just how much had she just seen?
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