“No,” Cade snarled.
Rafe’s hand was already around my upper bicep. I sought out Dorian’s gaze. I expected to find him watching with cold, dead eyes, but when my gaze clashed with his, anger was clear to read.
The agony twisting my stomach was beginning to fade.
“She’s no longer for sale,” Rafe bit out. His calm rage battered against my back. Instead of making me want to take off, it soothed my anxiety.
My smile faded. All this. They purchased me because they were looking for another woman. The posturing was because they were losing their bargaining chip.Enough with the lies.I wiggled free of Cade to take in the room. He gripped my arm, but I managed to stay with my feet on the ground.
“I’ll spend my heat with Greymont Pack.” The room fell silent, and everyone’s eyes swung to me. Elias’ humored ones, the shocked Betas, and the enraged ones belonging to the Ironwyld Alphas.
“You don’t have a say,” Dorian sneered. “Get her out of here.” I tried to move forward, but Cade blocked me by wrapping his arm around me to tuck me close to his side.
I strained in Cade’s arms, twisting to meet Elias’ eyes. “Tell them where Susanna is and I’ll have my heat with you.”
It felt like the air was vacuumed out of the room. Even Cade’s grip softened enough to allow me to slip free. The leading Alpha of Pack Greymont. His pack-brother, the Alpha with his hair shaved close to his scalp, watched with a glint in his eyes.
“Don’t speak to him,” Rafe snarled, gripping my jaw so hard I winced. His thick eyebrows pushed together, forming a linebetween them. I flattened my lips into a thin line and jerked my head back, freeing myself. Cade didn’t allow me a single step. He was at my back, arms around my stomach, and lifted me.
Oxygen burst from my lungs as he did.
“Cade, let me go,” I spat, kicking my legs out.
“You don’t want to make an enemy out of me.” Elias’ nose flared, and he inhaled. “You won’t be allowed back, Ironwyld Pack,” Elias’ voice reached through the disorientation clouding my thoughts.
“We don’t need your fuck-ass club,” Cade spat.
Dorian smoothed the collar of his suit jacket. “Send me a bill for the damages.” With Dorian’s final sentence, Cade managed to yank me out of the room.
My surroundings were beginning to blur. I could barely struggle in his arms.
“Let me go,” I bit out, fisting a hand and weakly hitting him. I blinked, then the stars of the night glinted above.
I’d passed out.
With a groan, I clasped my temple.
“There she is,” Cade said gruffly and with . . . relief?
I had to be mistaken. My heart thundered as if it were trying to escape.
“I hate you,” I slurred, pushing against his chest so hard I rolled, free falling.
A hand settled on my elbow, catching me before I hit the ground. Rafe grabbed me from the other side. I dangled in their grips, my feet hovering off the pavement as I kicked with desperation.
It was the parking lot right outside, so I must have been unconscious for just a few moments.
They toted me with such ease, as if I were as light as a feather. The spurt of energy the anger gave me allowed me awareness, but in my next breath the blurriness in my vision returned. Myhead felt much too heavy, and my neck refused to continue holding my head up.
“Fuck,” Cade spat, and strong arms cradled me.
I blinked up at Rafe. “What did you take?” he hissed.
I mumbled, but couldn’t open my mouth sufficiently to formulate words. Rafe’s jawline twitched as if he were grinding his teeth.
“Tell me about your fucking scars.”
“Hate you,” I slurred, and my eyes were too heavy to keep open. It was as if my body and mind were disconnected.
