Double Mated Mutt

Chapter 2

I jump apart from Andy, feeling a bit like an errant child caught doing something they know better than doing.

"What the f**k do you think you're doing with My mate?" he shouts. Andy's face has drained of all color and he looks a bit ill. I climb down off the sink, putting myself between them as Devin begins stepping towards him. I hold my hands up to stop him but he pushes my hands down and grabs my face. Devin faces softens for a split second as he sees my state then the sympathy is gone and it's replaced with fury. He takes one hand and shoves me behind him and he yells again. "What did you do to her?! Why is she crying? Did you hurt her?!" I can see his whole body shaking with rage. Andy looks as if he's going to perish in seconds and it's a complete possibility. He's concerned. About me. I feel myself sober from the direction of my thoughts. He might actually kill Andy. My best friend. I feel very sick. I scream "He would never! Please don't hurt him!" Devin spins around to berate me, I assume. I barely catch the hurt look on his face before I faint and it all goes black.

I wake in a cozy looking room. Small, but functional with an armchair, a bed and small bathroom off to the left side of the bed. I assume this is a guest room of Devin's pack house. It's unfamiliar and way too nice to be from my packhouse. We arent allowed our own rooms, the mutts, servants, whatever you want to call us. We share a compound off from the rest of the pack. I look to my right side and realize the armchair is pulled to the bed and that Devin is resting with his body in the chair and his head next to my hands. Carefully I lift my hair and move a small piece of jet black hair away from his face. God, he's gorgeous. I slowly push my hand through his hair, and his hand catches mine. His eyes open and he jumps up. I instinctively put my other hand up to protect my face and he grabs it too. He leans down so fast I can't even tell what's happening. His lips slam into mine and I melt. I part my lips to taste his tongue and he deepens the kiss. I dig my fingers into his hands, desperate to be set free. He lets go as he leans a few inches away. "You are mine." He breathes. My insides melt into lava and I can't control myself. I reach up and grab his head and pull his face down to mine and once again his lips are on mine. His tongue is exploring my mouth and I could stay like this forever. I am desperate for him. His. I want to be his, don't I? And the memory of him and Andy squaring off breaks his hypnotic hold over me. I release him and lean away. "Did you hurt him?" I say breathing heavily. His eyes are angry again, jealous. "I should've ripped his f*****g head off. He made you cry. Why the hell do you even care?" He's very upset, which is weird because it was him who walked away from me. "He's my friend. My only friend and I care about him and his safety. And for the record, I wasn't upset because of him." I spat the words out. His face has turned away from me and I can feel the tension radiating off his body. He sighs angrily. And then has the nerve to say "Stay away from him. You are fated to me and of I catch you near him again, I will kill him." I am pissed. Who does he think he is? I know I'm 'his mate' but Andy has been my friend for years seeing me when I was invisible to everyone including my supposed mate. What an asshat. I fear saying anything will make him more furious than he is already. Instead I turn my face away from him and close my eyes. What the hell am I going to do? I can't just stay away from him, he's my best friend. I'm not even interested in him like that. I hear Devin stand up, scraping his chair across the floor with force. "I don't care how long you ignore me, but you better not forget what I said because I mean it." Then he does what I imagine I'll become used to soon enough and he leaves me alone, slamming the door behind him.