A Mate for York(57)

The Program could go to hell. So could Brant for that matter.

Minutes later, he pulled up to the castle. Parking in a spray of gravel and exiting the vehicle like his butt was on fire.

Someone shouted his name but he ignored it, not even turning to see who it was that needed him. It could all wait.

He made his way down the hall that led to Brant’s office. If the male wasn’t there, his personal assistant would be able to tell York where he could find his king.

Gideon was in the waiting area. York gave the male a curt nod and walked over to Allison’s desk.

The female continued to type at her computer, which annoyed the hell out of him. York put both hands on her desk and leaned in. If this didn’t get her attention he’d close her laptop and force her to acknowledge him.

Allison stuck the tip of her manicured nail between her lips and lifted her eyes to him. “Anything I can help you with?”

“I need to see Brant right now…please.” He added the last as he watched her eyes widen and her brows lift.

She removed the finger and gave him a regretful smile. “He is busy at the moment. His schedule is fully booked for the day.”

Gideon made a snorting noise. When York looked over at him, he shook his head looking pissed.

“If you’re going to insist…like others I know.” Allison looked pointedly at Gideon. “You’ll need to get in line.” She gestured to the seat next to the male.

“All I need is five minutes.” Gideon growled, looking agitated, his muscles were bunched, even his hands were fists on his lap. York had never seen him this way.

Allison shook her head, drawing his attention back to her. “No can do. That goes for the both of you…” Her gaze moved back to York. “Come back in”—she typed on the keyboard, her face illuminated by the computer screen—“three days. He has a half hour slot at—”

“Forget it,” Gideon growled. “I’ll sit right here until he sees me…in fact…” The male rose to his feet. “I’ll go and talk with Zane.”

Sheesh, his role as head guard of the program must be taking its toll on him. There were dark smudges under his eyes and they were bloodshot as well. That’s when he caught a whiff of Gideon’s scent. It was as he brushed past him.

Human.

Too much to just be from casual contact but not enough to be caused from rutting. What the…Gideon must have caught his quizzical look because he clenched his teeth. “Don’t even go there. It’s not what you think.”

York put his hands up. “I didn’t say a thing. It’s none of my business.”

“Damn straight it’s not…” Gideon took a step towards the door.

“What the fuck are the two of you doing here? You…” Brant half snarled the word as his eyes narrowed on the other male. “Fuck, Gideon…I gave you my answer yesterday. It’s not going it happen. Rules are rules. My answer is still no, so unless you are here for something else I suggest you leave.”

Gideon’s jaw tensed along with every other muscle in his body. “I was just going.” His voice was low and only just shy of a growl. Taking long, fast strides, he left the room.

Brant shook his head. “You had better not be here for anything other than to report on your duties as my Elite Leader.” He put emphasis on the word. “Or to tell me how you are struggling to choose between the human females in the program because they are all so fucking amazing.”

York shook his head. “I am here to discuss her.”

Brant’s eyes turned dark and stormy…as in hurricanes and tornadoes. “I wasn’t born yesterday. I know you’ve been leaving our territory. I know where you’ve been going.” He snorted. “To think I had hoped that you would get her out of your system. I’m a fucking idiot. Get in there.” He gestured inside his office.

“Not the table.” Allison called after them. “Try not to hit anything.” He heard her add just before the door closed.

“Sit the fuck down.” Brant stormed behind his desk but didn’t sit himself. “You had better not be here to ask what I think you are going to ask.” He cursed loudly, not giving York a chance to talk. “I’m not bringing her into the program.” He paced up and down. “Fuck that, York. It wouldn’t be fair of me. It’s not fair of you to ask.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I should have you flogged, should throw your ass into the fucking dungeon. You don’t deserve to be in the program.”

He finally stopped pacing and turned to face York, eyes blazing.