Possess me, Mr. Alpha and Mr. Beta

Chapter 6

Why were doctors' fingers always so damned cold? Weren't they supposed to be warm and inviting? Soothing, even. Not this. Had he held them in a damned freezer before he came into the examination room?

However, his eyes seemed inviting. A bit concerned when he took in my neck but otherwise warm.

He looked at me with a mix of sympathy and caution. Warning bells might as well have gone off around us whilst I told him my most unlikely story. The doctor wanted to believe me. I knew he did. He couldn't though and I saw the conflict raging in his eyes.

"Just a bruised windpipe. Nothing time and a few painkillers won't help with," The doctor said and moved over to his notes. He scribbled something inside, grey brows tightly fixed together. "And I assume you'd like for me to recommend you to a decent physiatrist?" He gave me another once over, those gray eyes of his missing nothing. "For your severe depression, that is," He added like it was an afterthought.

My story hadn't been too convincing, then.

I nodded shallowly, the ache in my throat worsening from the movement.

"An affordable one, please doctor. Nothing that breaks the bank. Levi is starting bulletjie rugby soon and we can't afford too many extra expenses," I added, trying my best to make my story more believable.

"Right. Right. My receptionist will give you a list of all the practicing psychiatrists in the area. I'm sure one will fit your budget," He stood up from his chair and walked back over to me, a broad smile plastered to his face. But I couldn't quite feel the warmth in it. "Better to get help sooner rather than later. Things can escalate quickly again and I'd much rather not find you at the end of your rope."

He knew, then, that I hadn't tried to hang myself. He also couldn't confront me about any other reason he might be suspicious of.

So, I smiled and grabbed the slip of paper from him before marching out the door.

The receptionist forced a polite smile on her face as I passed but didn't stop. There was no reason to. Especially seeing as the doctor already didn't believe me about what had happened. There was no use in wasting more paper by taking the list.

Rushing out of the medical center, I stood and waited for Andrew to pop up with the car.

My husband had been remorseful. More than remorseful. He groveled at my feet frequently. Made me breakfast in bed. Got Levi ready all on his own. Hell, he even did the dishes before bringing me to my appointment. Which only served to make me feel worse about the part I had played.

The kisses I had shared with my mates haunted my dreams. Over and over again my mind would go back to those scenes. To the caress of their skin against mine. Their forceful lips taking me hard and rough. This only served to upset me more.

Andrew was a good man. He had made one wrong choice. There was no need for me to brand him a bastard when I had been the one to screw up and he had only reacted to my betrayal.

Sunshine warmed my face as I exited the building. Spring was in full blast. Several breezes scattered the scent of flowers all around me. Enveloped me.

For a brief second, all I did was breathe. Emptied my mind. Inhaled the sweet scent of my surroundings.

Until a familiar, tantalizing scent washed over me. Rushed my senses with brutal efficiency. Grapefruit, oak moss, woods, leather and the ocean. A heady mixture that set my heart racing.

Whipping my head to the side, I caught sight of the man whose scent encompassed me.

Bastian was as glorious as ever. Proud and confident in every step he took. Moved with a lithe gait that screamed of being in total control of himself. His dark brown hair shimmered in the sunlight, casting his pale blue eyes into an even paler glow.

He noticed me seconds later. Jaw dropped to the asphalt he was walking over. His hands twitched at his sides, longing filling his face.

I moved without a second thought to the consequences. Like I was drawn to him and there was nothing else on this planet that mattered more.

My guilt and shame evaporated beneath his lovely gaze.

We met in the middle, our eyes greedily drinking in the other person. Electricity charged through the air. Snaked between us with deadly precision. All of my nerves were well aware of him. Of the god-like body he possessed.

"I thought you'd be heading for the hills by now," He whispered and reached for my cheek. Before his fingers could scrape across my needy flesh, his eyes bulged, landing on my throat. "Who. Did. This?" He barely got out, anger straining his words.

No. Goddess no.

My neck.

On instinct, I fluttered a hand up to my throat, averting his gaze. "It's nothing, Bastian. I just-"

"Sutton!" An angry voice called across the parking lot, setting my world aflame.

Andrew.

Hearing the anger with which my name was spoken, Bastian turned on his heels and faced my fast-approaching husband.

Neither looked pleased to see the other.

Andrew marched up to my side, slipping a possessive arm around my middle. The sneer on his face made him look deadlier than I had ever seen him before. Even more so than he looked right before he nearly choked me to death.

Placing my hand on Andrew's chest, I inhaled sharply. "Andrew, this is Bastian Emetrio. Bastian, this is Andrew Smith, my husband," I introduced them, feeling the tension building immediately.

Both men stared at each other with narrowed eyes and skewed lips.

Bastian was a good few inches taller than Andrew. Packed more muscle and menace. His years in the army showed clearly. This didn't, however, mean that Andrew didn't match him in some way. They were both fighting machines.

And we were in the wrong f*****g place.

"So you're the asshole that she kissed," Andrew growled low in his throat. Fire burned in his eyes. Feet shuffled an inch or two apart, entering a fighting stance.

I flinched and Bastian caught the movement.

"And you're the asshole that put those marks on her skin," Those words promised a long, torturous death.

How could I explain that they were my own fault? If I hadn't kissed Bastian or Xavier, none of this would be happening. Because of my s**t self control we found ourselves in yet another tricky situation. I shouldn't have gone to Xavier in the damned first place.

Andrew lifted his chin slightly, not bothered by the words Bastian threw at him. "Nothing she didn't deserve for f*****g around with the likes of you."

My jaw hit the ground.

And Bastian's fist made impact with Andrew's.

One moment I was tucked beneath Andrew's arm. The next he was flung to the side, ripped from my grasp with a sickening crunch that had my bones rattling.

"You dare lift your hand at my mate? You dare hurt her!" Bastian screamed in fury. His fist connected with Andrew again, rocking my husband back.

Blood gushed from Andrew's destroyed nose. Droplets dripped down his chin, landing on the ground in front of him.

But Bastian was already circling him again, death in every rigid line of his body. Long, sharp teeth exposed in a feral snarl.

"I'll make you regret the day you were ever born," Andrew spat back.

The two collided again in a tangle of fists and fury. They jumped into each other, brutally efficient. Landed blows meant to kill, not disarm. Over and over again.

A strangled cry broke my lips but I was unable to stop them. Frozen to the spot, body trembling, I simply watched in horror. Blow after blow landed and I could feel each one. They buried into the marrow of my bones.

Another shape appeared in the mixture. Just as tall as Bastian but as lean as Andrew. Black hair gleamed. Sharp green eyes flashed.

Xavier pushed himself into the fray and my heart all but stopped beating in my chest.