Free Alpha Ever After (Midnight Liaisons Book 5) by Jessica Sims Page A

last time, Ellis Russell didn’t put a fist in my face but asked me nicely to not come around because I was scaring his mate.
    And I understand being protective of one’s mate. So I stopped, even though it’s like a knife in the chest every morning when I wake up and she’s not there in bed with me.
    I crumple the water bottle in my hand. “Who was with her? Her brothers?” They shadow her twenty-four-seven, and I don’t blame them. Not after she was nabbed by our pack.
    “Nope. Two big hot guys. I don’t know what animals they were. They smelled weird. Sexy, but weird.” Her nose twitches. “And they were super friendly with her. Oh, and then there was a new cougar guy. I could smell him on her. Ten bucks says they’re trying to set her up with a mate.”
    Red flashes before my eyes. “What?” I growl. I can feel my fangs lengthening.
    Gracie ignores my rage. She studies her fingernails, painted a lime green. “Yup. She’s got a baby on the way, you know? And she works for a dating agency. Of course they’re going to try and set her up with a man. I think you have been officially disposed of. Not that it’s surprising - you know everyone hates us wolves.”
    I have to walk away, because it’s either that or put my fist through the door Gracie’s leaning on. I take a few steps back into the too-hot house and put my hands on my hips, willing myself calm. I know Savannah and I have been more ‘off’ in the last few months than on. I just…thought she would come around. That she’d decide that she’s willing to let the past be the past and let me back into her life. I’ve been determined to let her take as much time as she needs.
    But if she’s trying to find another mate to take her and my child?
    A snarl erupts from my throat and I plow my fist through a freshly-plastered wall. “ Fuck! ”
    “I know,” Gracie says sympathetically. “They’re assholes. And here we’ve all been trying super hard to turn over a fresh leaf and all. We got more shit done when we were the nasty Andersons than being the nice ones.”
    I shake the drywall off my hand and rub my knuckles, fighting the urge to punch the wall again. “I need to talk to her.”
    “Good luck with that,” Gracie says. “I bet they keep her locked down tighter than Fort Knox.”
    I glance over my shoulder at my sister. “You see her at the grocery store often?”
    “Nope. So staking out the parking lot is a bust. Why not try the dating agency?”
    I shake my head. I’ve shown up there a few times and each time I’ve been quickly shown the door by a bodyguard. “They don’t want me there.”
    “Then you need to think of something, or you’re going to lose her. The moment she’s wearing another guy’s mate mark, you’re history.”
    I inhale sharply. A mental image of Savannah under me flashes through my mind. Her smooth, beautiful, unbitten neck arching. And then I picture her with someone else’s mate mark on her smooth neck.
    My fist crashes through the wall again.
    “I thought you were fixing these places up,” Gracie comments.
    I snarl at her.
    She rolls her eyes at my rage. “Yeah, well, I thought I’d let you know. You want my help with the girl thing? We can nab her one afternoon.”
    I shake my head. The last thing I need to be involved in is kidnapping Savannah again. “I’ll figure something out.” What, I don’t know. Everything I can think of involves stalking her, and I want her to love me, not be frightened of me.
    “Uh huh. Well, don’t say I never give you anything.” She wiggles her fingers at me. “I’m off to find someplace with air conditioning. Let me know if you reconsider.” With a smile, my sister saunters away and leaves me in the flip house.
    I stare at the empty house around me. In addition to fixing the air conditioner, I now need to fix two walls. Fuck. So much for painting tomorrow. I’m too angry to think about it right now anyhow. Angry, and jealous.
    And helpless. Fucking helpless