Page 26 of Fractured Mates
He’s hiding details from me. I guess that shouldn’t surprise me since a part of me didn’t trust him to begin with. Fine. He can have his little secret. I’ll just have to ask my questions a little differently.
“What are you supposed to do with me now that you have me?” Fuck me. That came out way more sexual than I intended and the bastard knows it, judging by the way his brows raise.
“We didn’t have that particular conversation?—”
I cut him off again. “You know what I mean.” I take an angry bite of food to prevent myself from overreacting, a sure sign that he’s getting to me in all the wrong ways.
He finally sobers, setting his pizza box to the side, and it takes every ounce of strength that I hold within my body to not allow my eyes to avert any farther south of his face.
“Listen, Sophie,” he starts, thankfully not seeming to notice the battle I’m fighting. “All I know is that you’re in danger and I’m here to keep you alive. I heard that the pack is a mess, but I don’t know why yet.”
That twitch reappears above his eye. His tell.
Why doesn’t he or his boss want me to know what’s going on with my old pack?
My wolf finally chimes back in. It has something to do with us.
Well, no shit, I say. But what?
Maybe it’s Astor, she replies. He could be trying to lure you in.
I mean, I did kill his only son, but it’s not as if I’ve been hiding all these years. The man has had every opportunity to get to me if he wanted retribution.
Ask Kyler what he knows about him, she suggests.
“What do you know about Astor Crowe?” My eyes watch his face, expecting the twitch to return, but instead, he tilts his head in confusion.
“I don’t know who he is.” There’s a slight hesitation in his words, but nothing else.
Could be nothing, but that doesn’t mean we’re done here.
“What about the pack alpha?” I ask. “Do you know he’s missing and why that might be?”
His lips flatten. “I know what you’re doing, and you’re only wasting time.”
“Why would you—” I’m cut off when the sound of a phone ringing fills the room.
Kyler gets up, and I’m tempted to punch myself in the face when I finally break and allow myself another look at his tantalizing body.
Every dip from his array of muscles, the bulge beneath his black boxer briefs, even the scars on his skin… He’s hot as sin. and I desperately wish I wouldn’t notice.
“Hello?” Kyler answers his phone while I listen in.
“Are you with Sophie?” a man I assume is his boss asks.
“I am,” Kyler replies. “We’re in a motel over two hours from the pack.”
“Go outside.”
With those two words, I’m on my feet. “I don’t fucking think so.”
Kyler groans and turns toward me, holding up a finger for me to be quiet, but that’s not happening. I reach out and twist his hand to the point that if he fights back, a bone is going to break. “You’re not talking about me or that pack without me being present. Do I make myself clear?”
“Put her on the phone,” the man says, then I grin and release Kyler before holding out my hand.
“I wouldn’t get so excited,” Kyler mutters before placing the device on my palm.
Ignoring his pissy attitude, I say, “This is Sophie.”