Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“You didn’t invite Rocco either, but seeing as I’ve seen you drink nothing but whiskey, I figured you needed a wake-up call.” Draco placed a large mug of coffee on the table. “Made it myself.”
“You put spit in it?” he asked.
“Nope. Hopefully something that will help you to wake up and get your head out of your ass.”
“Fuck you,” Wolfe said, picking the coffee up and taking a sip. It was good.
“So, come on,” Rocco said. “What is the big deal, anyway?”
“Wolfe doesn’t like anyone weak. I imagine Amelia was a good fuck, and I bet she was the virgin he wanted to know all those questions about.”
He gritted his teeth. Talking to his club brothers about that had been a big, fat, fucking mistake. One he didn’t intend to make again, or ever.
“Amelia was a virgin?” Rocco asked.
“Yeah, you can tell from the tic right next to his eye. He’s thinking about killing me right now. Probably is turned on by it as well. He wants to see me completely dead, so fucking dead.” Draco chuckled.
“What happened to you being all silent?” Wolfe asked.
“Let me ask you something, Wolfe. If your girl is such a fucking liar, why did you believe she was a virgin?” Draco asked.
“Because she was.”
“She could have been faking it.”
“Amelia wasn’t faking it.”
Draco tutted. “She’ll lie about seeing a figure in the forest but not about being a virgin. Come on, pull the other one. Wolves cannot remain celibate for long. We’re not wired that way. Amelia had to have been screwing someone else.”
“Stop it.”
Wolfe felt his animal rising up. The need to protect and to own overwhelmed him.
“I wonder who it was she screwed first. I bet she was having all kinds of laughs at his expense. My money is on Val. She’s close to Val. Imagine that, Wolfe. Another man’s hands all over her body, touching her, filling her up.”
Wolfe lost it. He grabbed Draco by the lapel of his leather cut and threw him across the room.
“I said enough!”
Wolfe didn’t even know who he was. The growl that left him didn’t sound like him.
Draco had hit the wall, and from the impact, it had dented it. Draco laughed. He fucking laughed as if it was nothing more than a big joke, and that pissed him off even more.
This wasn’t a game. He wasn’t playing around.
Draco stood up. “What’s the matter, Wolfe? Is it too much for you to imagine that she is with someone else right now? Trying to lie her way into their pants, or is that what you’ve got to tell yourself to stay away?”
Wolfe glared at him. “I don’t know why you’re fucking doing this, Draco, but enough already.”
“Enough? You think this is enough.” Draco took a step toward him. “You believe Amelia is weak. Too weak for someone like you to have her. How can someone be that weak and lie like that, huh? Did she have an accomplice? Come on, Draco.”
“What is your fucking problem?” Wolfe asked.
Draco had been avoiding him for the past couple of days. The brother wouldn’t even look at him.
All of a sudden, Wolfe was on the floor as Draco had landed a single blow to his face, and then he picked him up, throwing him across the room.
Draco had been fast. No hesitation. Anger rushed through him.
This time, as Draco ran toward him, Wolfe was ready.
He kicked out, sending Draco back as he got to his feet.
Once he was steady, he faced him. “What the fuck is this?” Wolfe asked.
Draco didn’t answer.
Tables were destroyed, as was half of the bar, before Alpha came in and stepped between them.
Wolfe was bleeding from his nose, and his shoulder was dislocated. His eye was swollen, but it wouldn’t take long for him to heal back.
Draco just kept on glaring at him.
The bar looked a mess. The brothers stood back, watching.
“What is the fucking meaning of this?” Alpha asked.
“Ask Draco!” Wolfe spat blood on the floor. He was more than ready to go two, three, or fucking fifty rounds.
Alpha turned his head to Draco.
The brother had been unstable for many years. He’d go through his brooding phases, and then come out fighting. Wolfe had never seen him like this. Staring at Draco, the brother looked … betrayed.
“You have no right!” Draco yelled.
Wolfe froze.
“Do you have any idea what it’s like? To spend hours alone? To wish she was back right here with me? To have known that kind of love and to know I’m not going to get it again? My chance is gone. Died at the hands of fucking humans!” Draco growled.
“But you, you have a chance. I saw the way you were with Amelia. How excited you were to go and see her.” He shook his head. “And you think she lied. You think she did all of this, for what? For what means? For you? For a man who was too fucking embarrassed to hold her freaking hand! You have a chance to be happy, and you consider her too weak for you. You should be ashamed of yourself. Me, I’d give anything to have mine back. Anything, but instead, I’ve got to sit around watching you drink whiskey as if it is such a big fucking deal to have a woman who is not as strong as you.”