The Fury Pack Alpha's Secret Mate

Chapter ten-Stalemate

I lock the café and flip the sign, ready to collapse after a day of pretending everything’s normal when the harsh reality is, it’s not. I’ve just discovered I’m some sort of werewolf mate who was turned because I had s*x with that asshole, Adam Fury. My son is also, apparently, some kind of supernatural superkid.

After Adam dropped the bombshell that I have to choose whether I hurt my friend, or watch him die, I lost it. It wasn’t my best moment, and I still feel like hell for the way I reacted and scared Jacky, but I was over my limit for the day.

Thank God Meryl came back in the middle of my tirade, took one look at Adam, and announced she was taking Jacky for the night. I let her, knowing I didn’t have it in me to be calm for my son and though Jackson seemed a little upset, he readily went with Meryl when she promised him a butt load of candy and a Paw Patrol marathon.

“Face it. You’re so screwed.” I mutter after I check the café one last time, turn off the lights, and walk towards the back.

I step out into the alley and turn to lock up, but freeze when my nape tingles and everything inside me goes haywire. The b***h in my head, the one I’d feared was insanity, purrs and though I want to deny it, my entire body goes hot, and my c**t starts to swell so fast I grind my teeth together to suppress a moan.

“What do you want!” I hiss, turning around to find Adam watching me.

Waiting.

“What do you think, jeera?” he drawls, his eyes flicking down my body suggestively.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I say, my heart racing.

He steps forward slowly, and I swallow, the pounding between my legs becoming pain when I clench and forcibly try to shut it down. I don’t want him. I want a man who'll love me. Not some i***t shifter who only came back because his wolf finally forced him to come and get me.

“You’re burning again, aren’t you?” he purrs, his smirk growing when I blush.

“I don’t want you here. Why can’t you listen?” I hiss, my patience snapping because this is too much.

I need a minute, just a f*****g minute, to process everything. I need him to leave me alone so I can work through it all and somehow come to terms with it. What I don’t need is for him to keep popping up and causing this riot in my s*x that seems to overrule all rational thought.

“You ache, Rogue. I can smell it.”

My breath catches, and I shake my head.

“I can take it away,” he whispers. “Just say the word.”

I hate how badly I want to say yes. Instead, I shove him back. And praise myself because the will power it takes is so intense, I almost double over from the pain of rejecting him.

“You don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to pretend you care.” I huff, ignoring the whimper that echoes through me.

“I never stopped,” he says. “You think I didn’t feel it? That night? You think I forgot how your body fit mine? Perfectly. As if it was made for me?”

“Stop.”

“How long are you going to fight your instincts?” Adam growls, his patience fraying enough that I see his eyes spark with silver, reminding me of what he is.

The animal. The wolf. Not the man, but an animal who seems to rule him.

“As long as it takes because this isn’t me. This is something else. Something that has control of my body but not of my mind. I want more, Adam Fury. I want love and happiness, not some mating ruled by biology we have no control over. Mostly, I don’t want to have to be with a man who almost broke and only came back because his wolf side made him.” I snap, but the words end on a moan when he steps closer, pinning me to the door as he brushes my hair back and leans in so close, I feel his breath ghost over my lips.

“Then prepare to burn, baby, because this.” He murmurs, reaching down to cup my s*x in a hand so arrogantly possessive, I shudder and whimper, unable to resist the pleasure that spreads where he’s touching me. “This won’t go away. Not without me. This p***y, this body, every part of you, will never want anything but me.”

I swallow, shaking my head but I don’t move, can’t move when he presses his hand tighter and grinds the heel of his palm against my c**t. I want to kiss him, ache for it, crave that sweet drug I’ve never forgotten, but I can’t.

“When you kissed me, that night…” I whisper, moaning softly before I collect my scattering wits. “It was…oh, God, stop. You have to stop doing this to me.”

The words are dragged out of me, a plea for mercy that Adam responds to with a frown before he moves his hand and steps back. Thank God.

Ours!

My voice growls, snarling at me for the loss, but I’m too busy aching to heed her, and after breathing deeply, I’m able to straighten up and face Adam.

“Doing what, jeera? Answering the need in you? I can smell it. I can sense it so strongly, I feel it.” He growls, grabbing my hand and shoving it against his c**k.

He’s hard, thick and so swollen I can feel the beat of his heart in the stalk of flesh I crave so intensely I feel my p***y clench, begging me for more. Needing it all.

“You think you’re the only one who’s suffered? I’m f*****g dying for you. My wolf is insane with need, my c**k feels like it won’t ever go down, and my balls are so full, so heavy with the need to fill you, it’s driving me nuts. I need you just as much as you f*****g need me and the longer you deny this, the more we’ll hurt. You may hate me, Rogue, and I get it, I really do, but there’s no escaping this. You are mine. My mate. The mother of my pup, and if I have anything to say about it, the mother of many more young to come. I’ll give you time to process it. I’ll take a step back and fight however many assholes you want me to but what I won’t do is disappear. I want to know Jackson. I have a right to know my son and protect him.” Adam snarls, his jaw ticking when I gasp and narrow my eyes, my outrage winning out over the arousal.

“Don’t stand there and accuse me of denying you when the truth is, you’re the reason you don’t know him!”

“I won’t talk about that again. I told you why I left. It’s over, Rogue. In the past. Done. We both owe it to Jackson to give him what he needs, and right now, that’s a mother and father who will protect and care for him the way he deserves.”

I can’t deny it. And for the first time…

I know Adam is right.

But what does that mean…for me?