Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“You aren’t my mate,” Brian said. His mind was hazy and confused, but he could feel his mate in the core of his being, and it wasn’t this interloper.
Junior froze, his eyes wide and his chest heaving. “Wh…why are you saying that?”
“Don’t be offended, boo.” Keith was now centimeters away from Rupert, moving his nose up and down and breathing him in, and Brian was losing his mind. “The only reason he’s saying that is because it’s true.” He curled his hand around Junior’s throat, shoved him against the wall, and leaned his face forward. “Stay still.”
“He’s killing me,” Junior rasped. “Help.”
“He isn’t killing you.” Brian considered the scene in front of him. “Keith, are you killing him?”
“Not yet.” Keith straightened, looked Rupert Junior in the face, and grinned manically. “What’s the matter, baby doll, life flashing before your eyes? What were the greatest moments? Let me guess. The day someone voluntarily touched your private parts? Oh, no, I know, that one time your daddy almost told you he’s proud of you?” He shook his head. “Never mind, neither of those things happened.” He paused and tilted his head to the side. “Bacon cheeseburger?”
“Alpha Berger,” Rupert shouted. “Help me.”
“Not going to happen,” Keith said, his hand still wrapped around Junior’s throat.
“Why isn’t it working?” He grasped Keith’s wrist with both hands and tried to push him off, but despite his larger size, he didn’t get anywhere. “It worked before. It’s supposed to work.”
“What did you rub on yourself, Junior?” Keith moved his nose toward Rupert’s armpit.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“It’s on your neck and your underarms. I can smell it combining with your natural stink.” He pulled Rupert Junior forward and then slammed the much larger man against the wall, making it shake. “Talk.”
“Aren’t you going to help me?” Junior choked out, desperately staring at Brian. “I’m your—”
“You’re not his mate,” Keith said, his voice even and calm. That tone on this man was more disconcerting than the chokehold he had on the big Alpha.
Rupert Junior must have felt the same way because his voice trembled when he said, “How do you know that?”
“Because I’m his mate.”
“She said you seduced him with sex. She didn’t say you’re—"
“Your friend Claire wasn’t here long enough to get all the details,” Keith said.
That made two of them. “Keith, what’s happening?” Brian had asked that question so many times since he had met his mate that he was considering getting it printed on a T-shirt.
“His spy told him she failed in her mission to seduce you because you like fucking male Alphas, so his always intelligent and level-headed father sent him over to do the job.” He pulled Rupert Junior forward and knocked him back again. “Isn’t that right, gumdrop?”
“I…I…I…”
“Your father’s a weak coward, but even I didn’t think he’d stoop low enough to whore out his own son,” Keith said.
“I’m not a whore!” Junior shouted.
If Brian hadn’t spent every day for over a month gazing at Keith’s face, he may have missed the slight upward tilt of his lips or the flash of satisfaction in his eyes. He was intentionally baiting Rupert Junior and it was working. Brian was still terrified that he’d be hurt, but he was also impressed enough to give him space so he could keep working.
“You came into an Alpha’s house and offered him your ass. What would you call that?” Keith goaded.
“That’s disgusting,” Rupert Junior said. “I wasn’t going to let him do that to me.”
“Your mouth then?” Keith said. “Daddy sent you to suck dick?”
“You’re sick! I’d never have sex with him, just like that stupid Omega never had sex with you.”
Keith’s posture relaxed and he nodded. “So you did it to me too. It was an oil or a cream of some kind that you made with my hair. You put it on Timothy Tillers. That’s how you got me to think he was my mate.”
“How…” Junior’s voice broke. “How do you know?”
“Well, whatever the fuck you rubbed on yourself isn’t affecting me so I can smell it and think clearly. Being a grown adult helps too. You fucked with us when we were teenagers.” He pulled and then pushed Rupert Junior again, causing his head to hit the wall again. “Timothy and the Golden Valley Alpha family died, and I blamed myself for years. You and your father are sick monsters who need to be put down.”
“Keith?” Brian moved forward and put his palm on his mate’s back, horrified at the truth being uncovered. “Are you okay?”
“Yep.” He looked over his shoulder at Brian. “Leave the room.”
“Like hell,” he protested. “I’m not leaving you alone with him.” Even though his mate seemed to have the situation under control, Brian didn’t understand how he was overpowering Rupert Junior so easily and completely and he didn’t know how long it’d last.