fast? Her heart pounded erratically as she stared at him. He turned to look at her and she immediately took a step back when he narrowed that deadly gaze on her. Did he not recognize her? She didn’t understand why he was looking at her like that.
She opened her mouth to speak when she felt a hand on her lower arm. Startled she glanced up to find Alaric standing next to her.
“We need to go,” he murmured.
“What’s—”
“Now.” His grip tightened and he began to pull her away. She tried to yank her arm free but stopped when Knox growled deep in his throat.
And it was directed at her. The sound made her jump and even if she wouldn’t admit it out loud, it scared her. Where was the tender, loving man she’d had last night in her bed?
Once they stepped inside the house, she pulled her arm free. “What’s going on?”
Alaric shrugged. “You need to wait in Knox’s room.”
“But—”
“I have strict orders to escort you upstairs.”
Her hands balled into fists at her sides. “Who is that guy who attacked me? And what’s Knox going to do with him?”
He shrugged again, which only infuriated Angela. “Probably listen to his side of the story.”
His side? Did Knox think there was any possible way she’d attacked one of his pack mates? She couldn’t believe he’d ordered Alaric to “escort” her upstairs like she was some sort of prisoner. Her heart ached that there was a possibility the bond they’d forged last night wasn’t enough to hold his trust. That he actually thought there was any way she’d randomly attack someone. Something warm and moist pricked her eyes but she blinked rapidly. There was no way in hell she’d let anyone in this house see her cry.
Knox scrubbed a hand over his face as he stood in front of his bedroom door. He could scent Angela in there. She was alive, he reminded himself for the hundredth time.
He shouldn’t have left her alone this morning but he’d had important pack business to deal with. Business that specifically related to her. He’d never thought anyone would outright attack his new mate. Not when he’d made it clear vampires were now welcome under his roof. Natalia had been under his protection less than a week and no one had made a move against her. Of course her new mate hadn’t let her out of his sight for a second either. And Knox shouldn’t have let Angela out of his.
He rolled his shoulders, then slowly opened the door. He’d been gone a few hours and knew she would have questions.
The second he stepped inside something soft and fluffy hit him in the face. As one of his pillows hit the ground, he focused on Angela sitting cross-legged on the trunk at the foot of his bed—their bed now. “What was that for?”
Her pale eyes glinted dangerously. “Where have you been for so long? And why did you lock me in here again like some sort of prisoner? Do you really think I started that fight?”
Her questions flew at him like machine-gun fire but he answered them all. “I’ve formally kicked Roderick—he’s the wolf who attacked you—out of my pack.” He’d wanted to do worse but Alaric had stopped him and told him to use common sense. When it came to Angela all sense could be damned but he’d listened to the objective voice of his second-in-command. He was going to have enough problems getting his pack to accept a vampire as his mate and he didn’t want to start things off by killing a well-liked pack member—even if the pup had started the fight.
She uncrossed her arms from her chest but her expression was still dark. “You didn’t answer my other questions.”
“I didn’t keep you in here because you’re a prisoner. I wanted you somewhere I knew you’d be safe. And the answer to your last question should be obvious. I know you didn’t start that fight.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You growled at me.”
“Because I needed you to leave. I couldn’t punish him if I was worried about you.”
“Hmm.” She sat with
She opened her mouth to speak when she felt a hand on her lower arm. Startled she glanced up to find Alaric standing next to her.
“We need to go,” he murmured.
“What’s—”
“Now.” His grip tightened and he began to pull her away. She tried to yank her arm free but stopped when Knox growled deep in his throat.
And it was directed at her. The sound made her jump and even if she wouldn’t admit it out loud, it scared her. Where was the tender, loving man she’d had last night in her bed?
Once they stepped inside the house, she pulled her arm free. “What’s going on?”
Alaric shrugged. “You need to wait in Knox’s room.”
“But—”
“I have strict orders to escort you upstairs.”
Her hands balled into fists at her sides. “Who is that guy who attacked me? And what’s Knox going to do with him?”
He shrugged again, which only infuriated Angela. “Probably listen to his side of the story.”
His side? Did Knox think there was any possible way she’d attacked one of his pack mates? She couldn’t believe he’d ordered Alaric to “escort” her upstairs like she was some sort of prisoner. Her heart ached that there was a possibility the bond they’d forged last night wasn’t enough to hold his trust. That he actually thought there was any way she’d randomly attack someone. Something warm and moist pricked her eyes but she blinked rapidly. There was no way in hell she’d let anyone in this house see her cry.
Knox scrubbed a hand over his face as he stood in front of his bedroom door. He could scent Angela in there. She was alive, he reminded himself for the hundredth time.
He shouldn’t have left her alone this morning but he’d had important pack business to deal with. Business that specifically related to her. He’d never thought anyone would outright attack his new mate. Not when he’d made it clear vampires were now welcome under his roof. Natalia had been under his protection less than a week and no one had made a move against her. Of course her new mate hadn’t let her out of his sight for a second either. And Knox shouldn’t have let Angela out of his.
He rolled his shoulders, then slowly opened the door. He’d been gone a few hours and knew she would have questions.
The second he stepped inside something soft and fluffy hit him in the face. As one of his pillows hit the ground, he focused on Angela sitting cross-legged on the trunk at the foot of his bed—their bed now. “What was that for?”
Her pale eyes glinted dangerously. “Where have you been for so long? And why did you lock me in here again like some sort of prisoner? Do you really think I started that fight?”
Her questions flew at him like machine-gun fire but he answered them all. “I’ve formally kicked Roderick—he’s the wolf who attacked you—out of my pack.” He’d wanted to do worse but Alaric had stopped him and told him to use common sense. When it came to Angela all sense could be damned but he’d listened to the objective voice of his second-in-command. He was going to have enough problems getting his pack to accept a vampire as his mate and he didn’t want to start things off by killing a well-liked pack member—even if the pup had started the fight.
She uncrossed her arms from her chest but her expression was still dark. “You didn’t answer my other questions.”
“I didn’t keep you in here because you’re a prisoner. I wanted you somewhere I knew you’d be safe. And the answer to your last question should be obvious. I know you didn’t start that fight.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You growled at me.”
“Because I needed you to leave. I couldn’t punish him if I was worried about you.”
“Hmm.” She sat with
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