In the Alpha’s Arms

Bonus Chapter- You Like That, Huh?

Are you pretending not to hear me? Cole asked over the link, concern threading through his words.

Lita had stormed out of her father’s office like a bat out of hell, barrelling through Asher’s Deltas as she fled. At the time, Cole snorted, knowing big bad Alpha Asher had called for backup. He’d gone from trying to dominate Lita, to crying for his guards with Cole only a moment away from putting his hand around the man’s neck. Lita hadn’t found it funny, throwing hard shoulders into each man that refused to get out of her way. A few had even stmbled, glaring at Cole as they went to check on their Alpha.

Lite? Cole tried for the fourth time, only more silence echoing back, Cole kicked himself and Midnight snapped his jaws closed in irritation,

You humans are always making a mess of things, Midnight growled, prowling the edges of Cole’s mind like the predator he was. You should have let me

take his throat.

Cole bared his teeth, hating when his wolf took on that self–satisfied tone. I don’t take orders from anthing that licks its own balls.

a wet laugh, running his tongue over

when Asher dismissed Lita, or when he spoke to Cole as if she wasn’t there. But he’d been trying to remain civil with the man who ran the east coast packs. The one who sent a small army to rescue Lita. Cole hadn’t wanted to bulldoge over that relationship. Just for Asher to say everything that

probably felt like he hadn’t defended her. Wolves defended their Lunas on all levels, and yet he’d sat there and twiddled his thumbs. But Cole had been getting a sense lately that Lita didn’t appreciate when he stepped in. As if she’d rather he left her to handle her own fights,

He could clearly see the line of disgruntled wolves, still trying to get back in

a meeting with her father when their relationship was already nonexistent and Cole was already in the doghouse. But his damned instincts were so difficult to fight sometimes. If even one

problem. Was this about what Asher asked? Cole probed the bond, wading through the

refusal one hundred percent, love. Cole said, hoping to assure her or soothe her, even

unnoticed. Werewolves, much like humans, thrived on drama and getting the inside scoop on behind–the–scenes happenings. Cole scowled at them, letting Midnight’s eyes flash and remind them exactly who he was. Immediately, they snapped their attention back to the ring. He returned his focus to Lita, who pushed deeper into the crowd. The issue with detecting emotions was that he couldn’t always tell why she was feeling something. Lita’s emotions weren’t always easy to tie to

his footing, let along gauge the issue. He reached for her shoulder, but she evaded effortlessly, slipping away. He brushed people out of the

Cole’s mind. He opened a public link,