Page 35 of Fight
“No, I picked her up and dropped her in the shower stall with cold water,” I tell him with a wince as the asshole snorts.
“Very classy,” he says with a chuckle. “So we have a development on Augustine. He is her scent match as well. Gabriel and he have been dating off and on for years apparently, and is very protective of her. Could it be possible that she doesn’t know either?”
“I asked her if Augustine was her mate because she kept asking for him. There was this spark of mutiny in her eyes where she wanted to lie to me before she told me that he was her best friend. That’s not the same thing at all as a scent match,” I grunt. “Cerenity doesn’t know who Augustine truly is to her, and he obviously hasn’t told her. The question is why.”
“Could he be protecting her from it?” Jasper muses. I glance at my watch with a sigh, because we’re almost out of time. “The fear doesn’t seem normal. Did you explain to her that you didn’t give the go ahead for Arthur to hurt her? Fuck, how banged up is she if she was practically dragging herself down the stairs, Tommy?”
I don’t have many friends, and I can tell that my only one is very close to punching me.
“Down, boy. I technically did give Arthur the go ahead because I didn’t ask enough questions. I explained that to her,” I admit. “If I hadn’t been in a hurry to rush him out the door this may not have happened?—”
“And you may not be in the perfect position to get to know her either,” Jasper finishes. We are shitty humans, but by God do I want to be an alpha who deserves her. Even if I have to kill all the fuckers who want to hurt her.
My vengeance for her will know no bounds, but there are too many things I don’t know about her.
“This is all true, which makes things confusing,” I mutter. “I told her she was staying at my house because it would keep her safe, but she had all of these questions, and she’s strong as fuck, even with the injuries. No, I didn’t hurt her anymore than she was. I just don’t know what to do with someone so tiny.”
“You’re a Neanderthal,” he says with a snicker.
“That’s what she called me,” I whine. “I threw her over my shoulder and she almost puked on me. I’m shit at taking care of someone by the way.”
“She’s still alive,” Jasper teases me. “Cerenity will survive, and you can spoil the shit out of her once we figure some stuff out.”
Nodding, another question comes to mind. “Do you think she’s taking something to make her immune to alpha pheromones?” I ask. “Bluebell didn’t blink at my scent once, she just kept looking for an exit.”
“Bluebell, huh?” Jasper shakes his head as his lips twitch. Fucker is finding this hysterical. I’m not the one who dove into a dumpster for the little omega though.
“Yeah, yeah. Focus, asshole,” I mutter.
“Fine, fine,” he agrees. “Wren’s guys deal in alpha scent blockers. It’s a very strong nasal spray that works for days. If she’s been using it consistently, it may be built up in her system so there’s no real way to know when it’ll be gone.”
“Fuck. Those things aren’t meant to be used every day,” I grunt. “How long do you think?—”
A bang on my office door cuts me off, making me snarl. There are very few people who knock like that, which tells me it’s Arthur. Cocky fucker.
“Yeah! Come in,” I yell, nodding at Jasper to unlock the door with a look.
Arthur stumbles in after fiddling with the door knob, scowling as he looks down at it as if it offended him.
“I think it’s stuck,” the alpha mutters. Jasper holds back a chuckle as he starts to stand against the wall furthest from Arthur. “You wanted to see me, Tommy?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to hear about your night,” I tell him with a jovial smile I don’t mean. “Go ahead and close the door so we can talk. I heard there was a pretty bad hit and run in Minneapolis. Wasn’t that where the club you were at was?”
“Uh, yeah,” he mutters, shifting uncomfortably on his feet as he shuts the door. “Stupid bitch had it coming.”
Fuck, he must still be high or something if he gave that up so easily.
“Bitch?” I ask innocently. “Care to explain?”
“I mean,” Arthur says, wincing. As he lifts his gaze to look at me, I can see how red his eyes are.
“That must have been some night. Are you still pretty blitzed right now?” I ask compassionately.
“Yeah, kind of. It was just a ram and slam,” he explains. “We picked her up, fucked her up, and then dumped her.”
Jasper makes a sound before he cuts it off, and I realize he’s growling. Yeah, I feel the exact same way right now.
“Where’s the rest of your crew?” I ask. “Are they all sleeping it off?”