an electric undercurrent to those words that made the hairs on my body rise.
“There’s not much else to do in here, love,” I mused. “It’s either myself or someone else, so what would you prefer?”
She was slowing her pace and I was too, allowing the crowd to sweep past us, even though most of them were giving us a wide berth anyway. We were suddenly walking at the back of the line alone, and I moved to walk half a step behind her to her right, stealing a glance at the side of her pretty face. Although the word pretty when directed at Rosalie Oscura was an insult. She was the epitome of beautiful. The stars couldn’t have moulded a more perfect girl for me. She was my type right down to her bra size.
She didn’t answer my question, instead acting like I wasn’t there, but that shit wasn’t going to fly with me.
“I know why you’re angry,” I murmured.
“Wow, Ethan. Do you want a congratulations for understanding me telling you why I was angry in plain and simple terms? And it only took you, what, a week?” She fucking slow clapped me and I growled, glaring at her. Alright, so she had told me that she was pissed about Harper. But maybe I hadn’t understood it on this base level until now. Her mocking tone meant I was suddenly incapable of giving a mature answer though, my pride too wounded for that. So fuck her.
I could feel her pain as sharply as if it was my own over this situation, but I was happy to hurt us both in retaliation. Because that was just the kind of petty asshole I was. “Well I was gonna try and resolve this, but now I think I’ll just go back to my cell and wait for my mate to return. Harper really keeps the bed warm at night. It’s nice to wake up with my dick pressed to a round ass again. And she appreciates my spooning, unlike some.” I started walking away from her and felt her heart twist like it pounded within my own chest.
“Enjoy the second rate company,” she called. “Though I guess me and her have something in common now as we both wake up with our asses pressed against an Alpha’s cock.”
I stilled and she almost walked into me, instead shoving past me so I was once again glaring at the back of her head.
“Are you really fucking him?” I snapped, hounding her, hating how quickly I’d lost the upper hand. I didn’t even need to ask. There was only one Alpha shitbag sniffing around her regularly enough who shared her cellblock. “The long-haired asshole of a Lion?”
She tossed her hair and flipped me her middle finger, suddenly pushing through the crowd and disappearing within them.
Roary Night was one dead motherfucker. I was going to rip his spinal cord out and throttle him with it if she really was screwing him. The mate bond meant I didn’t want anyone else but her. So why was she different? She couldn’t be. But what if she was? Fuck. Fuck!
***
My anger didn’t cool as the day ground on and by the time I returned to my cell again after lunch, I was seething. Rosalie had been all over Roary in the Mess Hall, laughing and joking with him, the two of them acting like the best fucking friends who also liked to dick each other. I’d noticed it before, but now that she kept suggesting they were sharing a bed, my brain was fit to fucking implode. All I could think about was his hands on her body. A body that belonged to me. Mine.
I wanted a fight with him, but I wasn’t going to do it somewhere the guards could see, somewhere they could slap more time on my sentence if I went too far. No, I was going to wait until the next time we were in the Order Yard together and I caught him unawares. Then I’d sink my teeth into his throat and drain the blood of my enemy before snapping his fucking neck.
“Are you okay, Alpha?” Harper asked as she followed me into my cell and I kicked my bed so hard that I put a dent in the framework.
“No,” I snarled, pacing back and forth in front of her.
She glanced out to where my pack were gathered, looking in at us in concern and I strode forward, yanking the sheet down to block their