Pride to Pack (The Mount Roxby Series) (16 page)

I lick one of the wounds on his arm and regret it instantly,
bloody animal instincts
. I was correct, vampires taste as bad as they smell. I feel a grip of steel around my left flank. I turn and get a glimpse of another vampire before I am soaring through the air.

“NO!” yells Dominick.

There is nothing I can do to stop the momentum. I hit the side of a building with a thud and a loud crack sounds in my ears as I’m propelled into darkness.

I slowly start to come around I can hear a mumbling but can’t make out what exactly is being said. I concentrate trying to recognise the voice. Dominick.

“She saved me you idiot! I’d be dead if not for her, and what do you do? Thank her by throwing her at a brick wall.” I feel hands roam my body, looking for injuries.

“Sorry, boss. Look she’s waking up,” says a voice I don’t recognise.

“Rosabel, can you hear me? It’s Dominick.” The hands on my body stop roaming to gently cradle my face.

I slowly manage to open my eyes and find Dominick centimetres away from my face. All I can see is the deep endless pools of black that are his eyes. I know you’re not meant to look a vampire in the eyes because they can take over your mind and enslave you, but I can’t seem to tear my eyes away. His eyes are just so beautiful.

“You need to change back to your human form so we can see what injuries you have,” Dominick says with surprising concern.

I close my eyes and try to ignore the pain in my head. I concentrate with everything I have to push my wolf back and return to my human form. Thankfully she doesn’t fight and the change is fairly painless. I open my eyes and can no longer see my furry snout.

Dominick is standing with his trench coat spread out around me. I stay tightly curled to try and hide my nakedness. He nudges a pile of clothes towards me with the toe of his shiny dress shoes.

“Here. I got your clothes. Get dressed. No one can see.” I look at him with a frown, “Ok, no one except me, but I’ve seen it now so there is no point in turning around.” I guess he has a point.

I slowly sit up, which is not a good idea. Everything starts to spin and the nausea hits. I
need
to get dressed. I try to ignore the spinning and nausea, but have you ever tried to get dressed when the world is spinning? It is such a hard task to get your limbs into the right holes in your clothing when they won’t stay still. Somehow I finally manage to get fully dressed.

Dominick drops his arms and secures his coat once again. I see the vampire that threw me at the wall standing behind Dominick. He’s tall, lanky and wearing a neon yellow t-shirt under a black leather waistcoat with black leather trousers that leave nothing to the imagination. I’m surprised the lack of circulation doesn't cause permanent damage. His short bleached blonde hair and blue eyes remind me of Spike from the TV show Buffy. The more I stare at him the more I realise he
is attractive in his own way.

“I’m sorry about that,” he shrugs, pointing to the wall that’s now decorated with a nice crack in the mortar. “I thought you were attacking Dominick.”

I suddenly remember the state Dominick was in before I hit the wall. I glance at him, now standing tall and looking as strong as ever. If I hadn’t just witnessed the fight and seen the state he was in, not to mention the tears in his clothing, I wouldn’t believe he’d been in a fight.

“How do you look so good? You looked like death warmed up a minute ago.” Realising who and what I am talking to I quickly add, “Well, you know what I mean.”

Dominick looks over to where he had been in a heap on the floor. My gaze follows his and falls upon a woman who seems to be staring at Dominick, smiling as though she is getting high just looking at him. The sight of her is quite disturbing.

I quickly look back at Dominick. “Where did she come from?”

“When Chomp saw the state I was in, he extracted her from the street.” I’m guessing Lanky Leathers is Chomp. Interesting name choice.

I can’t stop myself from glancing back at the woman. “Will she be ok
ay? She looks a little… high.” I couldn’t think of a better word, maybe star struck would have been more fitting.

“She’s fine. It’s the compulsion. I didn’t have time to let her
go; I needed to check on you. Chomp, you may release her now.”

Chomp follows his order immediately, kneeling down in front of the woman. I watch as he turns her face from looking at Dominick, when their eyes meet she gazes at him for no longer than thirty seconds before becoming a normal person. She takes Chomp’s hand, politely thanks him and walks away without a glance in our direction.

Dominick’s hand appears in front of me and I reluctantly take it. I don’t think I would manage to get up otherwise.

My head pounds. I put my free hand to my head hoping I can’t feel my brain falling out. Satisfied it all feels normal, I pull my hand away to see it covered in blood. That means I’m not going to be able to go straight back to work. At the very least, I need a shower and change of clothes first.

The three of us walk in the back door of Misty’s. Dominick is practically holding me up, my jelly legs aren’t much use. Not only is Misty going to kill me for having to go home for a shower and change, but she’s going to dance on my grave for bringing customers through the back door.

As we walk through the door leading into the bar, Misty catches sight of me and gasps.

“Bloody hell! What happened to you?” she asks.

The whole bar suddenly falls silent and I know without looking around, that every eye in the bar is on me. I must look as bad as I feel.

Theo comes running over from the far end of the bar.

“LET HER GO!” he yells. “What the hell did you do to her?”

“If I let go of her she will probably fall down and I didn’t do anything to her. You need to speak to some of your wolves. She wouldn’t be injured if they hadn’t attacked me.” I hear the smugness in his voice. No doubt his face looks just as smug.

Theo gently pulls me away from Dominick and into his own embrace. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Theo, he’s right. I was there.” Turning in his arms I tell him everything that happened in the alley.

While Theo takes it all in we move to a booth, and Dominick gives us his theory. “It looks to me like your wolves have gone rogue, oh mighty alpha.”

“Dammit Drake. Now is not the time for jokes,” Theo chastises. “Alyssa wouldn’t be able to go rogue. She’s mated to Wesley. When you’re mated you have that other wolf’s energy connected to your own. The only way a mated wolf could go rogue is if both of them go rogue.”

As if summoned by the mention of his name
, Wesley charges into the bar, aiming straight for our table.

“ALYSSA! What has happened to Alyssa? Her scent is all over the two of you,” he growls accusingly.

“Wesley, you’re lucky they didn’t do anything to her. She attacked them.” Theo’s voice is full of authority, making it hard to argue with.

“No, she wouldn’t do that,” Wes says unbelievingly, yet defeated, his Alpha wouldn’t lie to him.

“Whether she would or she wouldn’t, she did. We need to find out why? Go see if you can track her scent out the back. That’s where it all happened. Billy, go with him,” Theo orders.

Billy appears out of nowhere, but more likely he was somewhere else in the bar listening in to the conversation like all the other wolves were.

As they exit through the back of the bar, a grief stricken Emmanuel enters through the front doors. He glances around looking for someone. His eyes land on me, widening in horror. He barges through the pack members surrounding the table all the while muttering, “I’m sorry.”

Please don’t let him be here to beg for us to try again.
I really don’t need that while my head is pounding, especially not in front of the bar full of the pack.

He crouches down beside me and reaches for my face, gently caressing my head wound.

“I just heard. You shouldn’t be hurt.” Turning his attention to Theo, who is still holding me against his warm body. “What good are you as her mate if you can’t protect her? Let alone from your own wolves.”

“Emmanuel!” I jump to Theo’s defence.

“No, Bel, he’s right. You should never have come to harm and from my own pack members. Forgive me,” Theo says, placing a kiss on the uninjured side of my head.

“There is nothing to forgive,” I say, giving him a peck on the lips and not caring who sees. “Paddy and Alyssa didn’t hurt me. I can’t say the same for Dominick though.”

“But your head, and all the blood?” Emmanuel asks, drawing my attention back to him.

“That’s my fault,” Chomp admits stepping up to the table beside Dominick. “She’s lucky the new law came in saying only Dominick or Theodore can kill another supernatural being because I would have killed her otherwise.”

Theo’s hand, resting on my waist, gently squeezes. “I’m taking you home; you need to get cleaned up.”

I look towards Misty who is still serving behind the bar. She is just hanging the phone back on the wall bracket. “I’ll be real quick, Misty.”

“Don’t even try it. You can’t work with a concussion. You’re not coming back in tonight. Lucy is on her way.” I return the smile she is giving me and Theo gently lifts me into his arms.

“I can walk,” I complain, not sounding too convincing. I quite like being held in my mates strong arms.

“Don’t argue!” he demands, making his our way through the bar doors and towards his gorgeous car. He opens the car door while holding me with one arm. That’s werewolf strength for you. We can bench press a car. He’s not going to have trouble holding me in one arm. He places me in the passenger seat and buckles me in. I don’t complain, knowing his wolf will need the reassurance.

Just as he indicates to pull away from the curb, the Bad Boys theme song starts playing. He turns the indicator off and puts the car back in neutral before reaching into his jeans pocket and taking hi
s phone out. He answers it without looking at the screen. “Hello.”

I stare straight ahead out the windscreen, trying my hardest to give him privacy and not listen in on the conversation. With my hearing I can hear the other side of the conversation, no matter how hard I try, and he knows it
. His hearing is just the same.

“Theo, I’m scared. I think someone is outside.” The sexy female voice on the other end of the phone makes me forget all about not listening. If he wanted a private conversation, he would end the call and ring back after he has dropped me off at home.

“Chloe, I’ve told you that place has the best security system invented, so even if someone is outside, they won’t be getting in.”

“Oh, okay. How long are you staying out? I’ll feel safer once I’m not alone.”

He sighs and glances at me. I don’t know what he is trying to read in my face but it makes me feel uncomfortable.

I quickly turn away and look out my window.

“I’m just taking Rosabel home. I won’t be long.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you soon,” she sings through the phone.

Theo hangs up with no goodbye, putting his phone back in his pocket. Expecting him to put the car in gear and pull away from the curb I get a shock when he just sits there, rubbing a hand over his face. I feel a wave of sadness coming off him.

“Sorry about that. Some of the pack members are worried about the kidnapper. Chloe lives on her own. My home is the pack’s home. They’re all welcome to come and go as they please. She’s staying until things become safer.”

I start to feel a bit jealous, I don’t like the fact that Chloe, of all people is staying at Theo’s, especially since she’s the one that said she should be his mate. I hear Theo chuckle and realise the car is full of my mating scent.

Great, could that have not been kept a secret?

“Don’t worry, she’s got no chance. I’m yours, remember?” He says as he leans across the console and gives me a chaste kiss. I can smell his arousal and realise he’s aroused by the fact that I’m jealous. His body starts releasing his mating scent too.

We both laugh because it looks like we
are both as bad as each other.

17. POTENT
STEAM

Theo

I can’t help but be aroused by her jealousy. When Emmanuel made the comment about me being no good because I can’t protect her from my own pack members, I didn't think her wolf would forgive me. I know she said she did, but to know that she’s jealous makes me believe it that much more.

This beautiful woman sat next to me in my car is actually my mate.

Mine!

I pull back from the kiss, not too far. I might want to take her lips again in a more passionate kiss. “Tell you what, why don’t you come back to mine? You can shower there and I am sure I can find some clothes for you to wear,” I suggest, grinning.

“Will I need clothes?” she asks with a cheeky smile, knowing exactly what her words are doing to me.

“Be careful, I might hold you to that,” I warn, unable to hold the rasp in my voice back.

It doesn’t take me long to drive us home.

We walk in the door to be greeted by Chloe in a lacy number that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. How dare she prance around my house wearing that? I have a mate. What does she think will come of her meeting me at the door wearing something like that?