Page 40 of Rabid
A lotof others.
Other females who’ve screamed, writhed, and slept beside him in this room. I see red. My wolf refuses to be satisfied until everything is as wrecked and ravaged as we are. She wants to howl with the fury that guides the violence and ferocity of our actions. But when the bed and frame are thoroughly destroyed, it’s still not enough.
My gums throb, my enlarged fangs aching, wanting nothing more than to bite into every single one of them. I want to take a bite out ofhimtoo, and then demolish each and every female that’s ever stepped foot in this room. My wolf marks their scents, and my vision teeters between my wolf and me, but determination floods us. We’re going to hunt the females down one by one and make them wish they’d never laid down for him.
I rip open the door to the hallway, my wolf’s strength almost pulling the thick wood right off its hinges as I go. Latching onto the freshest traces of Tyran’s scent, I start to track him through his home. My feet are booming as they race down the stairs, my fangs retracting just so I can bellow at Tyran the way my wolf and I both need, but our claws are still extended and ready.
My split-vision is less disorienting now that I understand what’s happening, and instead of fighting it, we work together with pure focus. I dash through the alpha house, past dining rooms, living rooms, and what appears to be another office. I smell Tyran and a few other males behind a door, and I don’t hesitate as I burst through it.
Tyran jumps to his feet as though he’s expecting danger. The other males—one of them the blond I thought was the alpha—do the same, except more slowly, as though they know better than to get in Tyran’s way. The alpha takes one look at me, naked, enraged, with feathers and pieces of wood and bed sheet still tangled in my hair, and his pupils dilate. Every muscle in his body goes taut, and a tic starts in his jaw as he surveys my stance and the rancor coming off me in waves.
“Unless you want to lose your throat, I suggest you look away.”
For a moment, I think he’s talking to me until every single male in the room immediately drops their eyes to the floor.
They’re sitting around a huge oval table like they’re having some damn conference, but I’m so mad that I move toward it to rake my nails down that too, ready to destroy some more shit.
“Is there a problem?”
His cool, callous tone has me baring my teeth, fangs threatening to slip down again. “Yeah, there’s afucking problem. You sent me up there, knowing full well it’s covered in your bitches’ smells!” My chest rises and falls, skin gleaming with a sheen that stems from my sweltering anger. “How many of them did you fuck into that mattress?” I demand, taking a step toward him. “Did you want me to go up there and cower beneath their reek? Did you think it would knock me down and put me in my place?”
I don’t blink as I stare at him with pure challenge, and he doesn’t look away from me either. I don’t even care right now that there’s a roomful of unknown shifter males witnessing this. I’m too pissed.
Our stare-off makes the room feel tense, nearly claustrophobic, even though the space itself is large, and there’s a big bay window to the left overlooking the lake.
“Well? Are you going to say something, or did those bitches fuck you mute?”
Someone in the room whistles low. Someone else makes a coughing noise.
But I only have eyes for Tyran, and a flare of satisfaction goes through me, because that stolid expression on his face finally cracks, letting me see the anger simmering beneath the surface. “I warned you.”
My eyes narrow on his low, threatening words. “What?”
His hands drop to his pants, to the leather stays tied between the V of his pelvis. “What did I tell you earlier about walking around naked in front of others when it’s not necessary?”
“You think I’m going to wear some other female’s clothes?” I demand, seething. “There’s no amount ofnecessarythat will ever have that happening,” I snap tauntingly.
“Then you should have put on mine,” he snaps back, his tone gravelly and dripping with warning.
His words clamor in my skull, but my eyes blaze. “You won’t fuckingtouchme.”
“Wrong.” Deft fingers begin to undo the ties at his pants, and my mouth goes dry. But I’m not ready to give up this anger, and I won’t just stand here and get punished. I’ll get even.
“You fucked all those females, so how about you leave while I fuck all the males in this room? Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to rub all over the furniture so that when you least expect it, you can catch a whiff.”
Tyran goes utterly still.
The ties on his pants undone, the rough fabric hanging off his sharp hips, a hint of dark hair just visible at the top. But the fury that suddenly emanates from him is centered in the growl that rumbles like thunder through the room. The males surrounding us have all gone rigid, and I smirk in satisfaction that my threat has landed its mark, that my words had an effect.
Tyran’s eyes glow, the muscles of his chest, arms, and abs jumping, as if he’s physically having to restrain his wolf from taking over.
“Get. Out.”
I stop myself from flinching at the ferocity of his words, but the other males don’t hesitate. Faster than I can track, they all leave through a second door in the back of the room, knocking over chairs in their haste.
And then it’s just him and me, my wolf and his.
I launch myself at him.
