Caspian wears a black tuxedo with a little purple bow tie.
“Evening, Alpha Caspian. Seems to me we are matching tonight and I can’t help but think it was intentional on your part.” He chuckles as he lifts my hand and leads me to the dance floor.
He places one hand in mine wrapping his other around my waist leaving it on my lower back and pulling my body flush up against his hard one. I’m unsure as to where to put my free hand, but he notices my hesitance and grabs it, resting at the back of his neck where his hair meets his collar.
He looks down at me and answers my previous question softly, “No, it wasn’t coincidental. Your mother may have hinted to me what you would be wearing tonight and I thought it would be a great way to stake my claim. Make sure the other wolves know that I have my eyes set on you.” He looks down at my lips and I let out a shiver. He grins as if this pleases him. I don’t think he realises that the shiver wasn’t due to me being in favour of him… quite the opposite in fact.
I whisper, “And if my eyes are already set on someone else?”
I immediately feel him tense under my touch. His eyes darken, making me tremble as his jaw ticks. I can see I’ve angered him. He leans down to my ear growling ever so softly, he doesn’t say the words out loud, but somehow he manages to break through my barrier allowing his voice access into my head.
“You will soon realise that I don’t play games. I get what I want and I always win… Always!” Then he’s gone and I’m left standing in the middle of the crowded dance floor alone.
I smell Talon before I see him come up to me. He wraps his arms around me, then turns me into the same dancing position Caspian had me in moments before. This time I welcome his touch and lean into him.
I knew it was too good to be true because the next thing I know he’s pushing me against his chest too harshly. The fingers on my waist dig into my skin, over the tattoo that holds his name as well as his brothers and all the people I love. The hand holding onto mine squeezes me to the point where I give out a little hiss. I look up confused and all I see is black unforgiving eyes.
He leans into my ear and I try to pull away, but this only causes him to pull me tighter against him. I don’t want to cause a scene so I don’t call him out on his behaviour. With my high heels I’m able to see over his shoulder. To everyone else we probably look like any other couple on the dance floor, but they can’t feel how hard he squeezes my side and how tight his grip on my hand is.
“Looks to me as if you have another poor soul under your love spell,” Talon spits. I close my eyes, he obviously saw my exchange with Caspian and thinks more of it.
“No, Tal-” I try to speak but he harshly interrupts me. “No, Lexi…,” he says, full of distaste.
“We told you we needed time to figure things out. You had my brother and I fixated on you the entire time you had a boyfriend? After you came home that night all beat up, you left us in the cold. You wanted nothing to do with us and we were only trying to help you.”
“No, Talon, it wasn’t like-”
“No, Lexi, that’s exactly how it was. Now you better fucking listen good. You played us and when you were done you wanted nothing to with us. We were done waiting for you so we found girls who treat us how we deserve, girls who appreciated us. We are not going to give them up just because you’ve now found out we’re mates and you need us. If you continue to act like a whore, you know what we will do… then you can find your second chance mate and I hope he is a piece of shit.” A sob escapes my mouth and I feel a tear fall down my cheek. His eyes watch the tears trail as I watch his eyes turn back to their usual blue. His expression changes and he almost seems shocked by the words he just spat, looking back and forth between my eyes and the tears that are making their way down to my jawline.
I’m still new to this whole werewolf thing, I don’t know how linking works, but I’m trying desperately to call out for Nixon. Hopefully he can feel my connection and let down his walls enough to hear me calling out for him.
“You’re hurting me, Talon,” I whisper, looking down at his black bowtie.
He sucks in a quick breath and loosens his hold as if he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.
“Let. Her. Go,” I hear Nixon growl behind me. A few people nearby stop and look our way.
Talon lets go of me.
“Wait, Angel… God…” Remorse covers his face but I’m done playing this cat and mouse game.
I immediately run past them and out of the marquee. I walk past a few couples as they laugh and chat and head down to the little swing at the bottom of the secluded yard.