Rejected (Shadow Beast Shifters #1) - Jaymin Eve Page 0,28
willing to expend any further emotion on him. “Don’t show your face before me again, or the next time I stab an object through your heart, it will be something that kills you.”
He lunged for me again, but I was already moving, sprinting across the field.
“Stop her!” Victor shouted, a rumble in his tone as he came fully awake.
I didn’t look back, pushing through my exhaustion. Footfalls sounded behind me, closer than I would have liked, and I picked up my pace, almost completely tapped out in energy.
“Sunny,” Jaxson hissed.
Fucker.
Somehow, I found a small reserve of strength, sprinting even faster. Jaxson let out a muttered expletive, the air making the slightest whoosh sound as he dove forward to tackle me. I’d been expecting it, though—Jaxson and Torin were so similar in their approach—and as I judged the direction of his attack, I sidestepped him.
My footing was sure and strong, despite fatigue, and I didn’t lose any time in my deflective move. If being a shifter didn’t come with all this pack bullshit, I’d think it was the absolute best thing that had ever happened to me.
“Mera!” This bellow was from Torin, and I was legitimately getting whiplash from him. Why would someone who’d rejected their mate be so adamant that I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere?
There was no time to ponder that because the alpha must have decided that enough was enough, and as he jerked on the ties I had to his pack, my feet finally missed a step and I tumbled forward. Motherfucker. I’d forgotten about the alpha control, and even though it was weak on me, it was enough to throw me off-balance.
As I pushed myself up, a heavy fist slammed into my temple, and everything went fuzzy and grey around the edges. Shifters packed a mean punch, and while I had no idea who’d hit me, the blow definitely knocked the reality out of me.
It took at least thirty minutes to heal a head injury, and by the time I was back in fighting form, I’d been taken into the pack house and chained to a bedpost. It was a reinforced metal post that looked unbreakable, even for shifters. My cuffs clanked against it as I jerked into awareness.
“Why the fuck is she in your room?” Sisily snarled, jabbing Torin in the chest. The pair of them were across the room as I frantically looked around. “You rejected her, and I want her dead. Right now.”
Torin’s room. He’d brought me to his room?
It was dimly lit, only a small sliver of light seeping through a partially open blind, but with my new shifter vision, I had no issue seeing Torin and Sisily—both clothed now, thankfully—having their little fight.
“She’s my prisoner,” Torin said in a controlled voice. “My father has advised me to think on what I want to do with her.”
“What is there to think about?” Sisily shouted even louder. “You said you love me. You want to make me your mate. Just kill her ugly ass and get it over with.”
Her focus was on Torin, but he was watching me, his eyes averted over her shoulder to meet mine. The self-centered bitch probably hadn’t even noticed that her “love” was barely paying attention to a word she said.
Narrowing my eyes, I tried to kill Torin with mere thought alone, and a small smirk tilted up his lips. I ignored the way that smile still affected me, forcing the memories of his rejection to the forefront of my mind. That was the only thing I needed to remember.
Sisily was still shouting abuse, each sentence less coherent and more tearful, but she was cut off completely when Torin wrapped his arms around her, jerking the shifter-bitch up against his body. His mouth was on hers in the same instant, and this felt a lot like punishment for my lack of reaction to him before.
I couldn’t look away from the absolute train wreck they were. A glutton for punishment and pain, dark agony filled me as I stared.
Sisily moaned loudly, and since Torin wasn’t doing anything except kissing her, I had to wonder if this was all a show for me. Even on her side.
Torin’s hands moved lower to her ass, hauling her up as she wrapped her legs around him. Pain exploded in my chest. He had her cradled against him in the sort of embrace that only a true mate should know. Show or not, this fucking hurt.