Page 36 of Rejected By the Alpha
People always did.
Darkness filled the edges of my vision.
“Slow down. Please.”
After I took another few steps, my head felt light, and suddenly, I was on the ground, staring at the branches and leaves beside me. Hazel shouted, but I could barely hear her voice over the piercing noise running between my ears.
In the distance, I spotted the outline of a man approaching us.
Davix.
Expression riddled with fury, Davix said something to Hazel—something that I could tell wasn’t nice by the roughness in his voice. And then he picked me up from the ground and started in the direction that he had come from with Hazel by his side.
My head lolled against his shoulder, and I stared up at him. “S-sorry, I …”
Brows furrowed together in anger, Davix turned his gaze from the forest in front of him down to me. He stared at me for a couple of moments, nostrils flared, and then his gaze dropped from my eyes to my pounding temple.
He tore his gaze away and jerked his head toward Hazel. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he snarled at her, his words becoming clearer by the second. “Why were you out here alone when you know we’re about to be attacked?”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have—”
“You put her in danger!” he said, canines lengthening. “She could’ve been killed!”
“I thought you didn’t—”
“Think before the next words leave your fucking mouth, Hazel,” he growled.
“Stop yelling at her,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes closed. “It’s not her fault.”
“It is her fault,” he growled, glaring at her as we approached a group of people I had met at the bonfire the other night. “If you had dropped this little obsession when I told you to the other day at the coffee shop, we wouldn’t be here.”
Hazel was quieter than I had ever heard her, no sassy comeback for her brother.
Someone approached us, arms outstretched to take me. But Davix stormed right past them and toward a huge house. I blinked a few times, my head still pounding from hitting it earlier and then from all the goddamn yelling he was doing at his sister.
Stupid alphahole.
Davix walked into the house and headed through the hallway as Hazel continued to follow us, asking another woman for some medical tools. When we stepped into the bedroom, Davix’s scent suffocated me.
He yanked down the blankets on the bed and set me on it. I tried to sit up because I didn’t want to be in his stupid bed with his stupid scent, but he pushed me back down and yanked a wet towel away from Hazel, dapping it onto my temple.
“Let me do it,” Hazel said, grabbing it back. “You’re going to hurt her.”
Unwillingly, Davix let her take it and stood right beside her, arms crossed over his chest, canines dripping with saliva and nostrils flared, his gaze never leaving mine once. “Who did this to her?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen him before. But … but his body is in the woods.”
“You killed him?” Davix asked.
“No, someone else did.”
Davix growled. “Who? Cade?”
Cade? Why does he think Cade had—
“No. I don’t know who it was,” Hazel said, swallowing hard and glancing up at Davix. Gold blazed in his irises, glowing brightly through the room. She shook her head and dropped her gaze to the bed. “I couldn’t make out his figure, but I saw … red eyes.”
Davix growled and suddenly stormed toward the door. “The Crimson Order.”
