Chapter Ten
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"I am old enough to know when someone is being a nuisance," Silas growls. The amber in his eyes is starting to leak through the gray. "Ivy, the car is waiting. Your father is tired and wants you to go back to the estate to rest."
"But I haven't even got him his jello!" I protest.
"I’ll have the staff handle it," Silas says, his grip tightening just a fraction. He looks at Julian, his voice dropping to a whisper that sounds like a threat. "Goodbye, Julian. Don't let us keep you from your... rounds."
Julian looks at me, then at the billionaire currently marking his territory in a hospital cafeteria. "Call me, Ivy? I still have your number."
"She’s changing her number," Silas snaps.
"Silas! Stop it!" I hiss as Julian awkwardly backs away, looking thoroughly spooked.
Once Julian is out of sight, Silas spins me around to face him. He’s breathing hard, his pupils blown wide. "A friend? You were going to go to dinner with that... that golden retriever in scrubs?"
"He was being nice, Silas! Something you might want to try sometime!"
"He was touching you," Silas growls, his hands finding my waist. He lifts me slightly until our eyes are level. "He was smelling you. I could smell his scent all over your arm. It was disgusting."
"You are being ridiculous. He’s an ex-boyfriend, not a rogue wolf!"
The word ex-boyfriend hits Silas like a physical blow. The air around him practically hums with Alpha rage. He slams his hand against the vending machine next to us, the glass rattling.
"Ex?" he whispers, his face inches from mine. "You let that boy touch you? You gave him your time while I was sitting in my library for three years trying not to lose my mind thinking about you?"
"Well, you rejected me!" I shout back, my own frustration boiling over. "What was I supposed to do? Join a convent? I tried to move on!"
"You can't move on from me, Ivy," he says, his voice turning dark and velvety. He leans down, his lips grazing my ear, making my entire body shiver. "The bond doesn't care about golden retrievers or college degrees. It only cares that you are mine. And tonight, I’m going to make sure the council knows that, even if I have to rip Julian Thorne’s head off to prove a point."
"You are so dramatic," I mutter, though my heart is racing with a thrill I can't hide.
"I am an Alpha," he says, pulling back and smoothing his hair as if he hadn't just threatened a medical professional. "We are known for our drama. Now, get in the car. We have a council to attend, and I’m not letting you out of my sight until I’ve scrubbed that boy’s scent off you."
"Scrubbed it off? How?"
Silas shoots me a look that is so heated, so heavy with s****l promise, that I almost trip over my own feet. "Don't ask questions you aren't ready for the answer to, Ivy."
As we walk out, I see Cassian leaning against a pillar in the lobby, watching the whole scene with an amused smirk. He catches my eye and mimes a heart breaking.
The triangle just became a square, and I’m pretty sure Silas is about to set the whole geometry set on fire.
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