Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Twenty-Five: Stop alpha-ing me

I rolled my eyes, looking back at Ryan’s room. It was neater than normal. The bed was made and someone had taken the time to clean up the piles of books and sheet music that were normally scattered over his dresser. The notebooks that he used to write his song lyrics in were stacked neatly on his bedside table and the scent of lemon polish hung in the air. “It’s clean.”

“Yeah,” Travis said, pushing past me to head over to Ryan’s closet. “When I finished your room, I came in here and picked it up. You guys are kind of a mess.”

“My room wasn’t a mess until you came into it.” I grumbled, moving over to the bed and sitting mine and Travis’ bags down. I looked over at Ryan, watching him move over to the dresser. He opened the top drawer up and grabbed a couple of pairs of boxer shorts and t-shirts before turning away from the dresser and dropping them onto the bed. He moved over to the closet, following Travis inside the small space as he rifled through his jeans.

“Do you know the pack?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at me.

“It looks like it’s Branson’s territory but I can’t be sure.”

Travis held up a green and black gym bag that had a logo on the front with a wasp sporting a football helmet. “I didn’t see any other bags. Is this all you have?”

“Yeah, I don’t really need more than that right now,” Ryan answered before pulling down a pair of jeans from a pink plastic hanger and bringing them to the bed. Did you try calling him?”

to voicemail. Pretty sure he’s asleep. He and his mate had their first pup recently, so I wasn’t expecting him to pick up.” 1 said with a frown. Why was Ryan still using his football bag from when we were in high school? I resolved

before as my

to him as he climbed onto the bed. Folding his leg

bikes.” I said, looking between both

get my head on straight.” Ryan growled, his fingers through his long curling hair and tugging at the

him know we are coming,” I said, hoping that it would help him

together as he swallowed hard. “What. I’m not doing anything.” I said, picking up his jeans and folding them up before tucking them into his bag. “You don’t need to do

started to say but Ryan spun around to face

my mate but I don’t need you to start either.” He snapped and I watched hurt flash across Travis’ face before his face smoothed out. Almost like he was trying to hide those emotions. I could tell the moment that he shut off his bond with

to say but Travis held up

and hand me a shirt.” Travis said, shoving the rest of the clothing into the bag before he unfolded his legs and slid to the edge

two black concert t-shirts from the closet. He handed one to Ryan