“Spat?” Alfie couldn’t stop the eye roll. Was this guy crazy or just delusional?
“Of course, what else what you call it? I returned and you were gone. And it was a complete nightmare tracking you down.” Rupert brushed off a piece of nonexistent lint. “Come along, it’s a long drive home.”
“Get the hell off our land,” Malachi growled.
“Pardon, I believe I was talking to my boyfriend.” Rupert looked Malachi up and down and raised his nose dismissively. Malachi was in sweatpants and a plain white shirt and flip-flops.
His tone was completely haughty towards Chi, and Alfie chuckled internally.Fuck, Rupert was an idiot.Either that, or he had no self-preservation instincts.
He didn’t give a fuck about Rupert, but he had one question before he told the man to fuck off.
“How the hell did you find me here in Whitfell?” Alfie asked.
“You know I don’t appreciate that foul language from you. It’s not befitting someone that I spend time with.” Goddess, he wanted to smack the smug look off the bastard’s face.
Alfie didn’t even bloody care. “Leave now, Rupert. I have nothing to say to you.” Alfie tried pulling Malachi’s tense body in the direction of home, but his mate didn’t budge.
Rupert stretched out his arms like he was trying to grab Alfie, but he sidestepped the move. Alfie knew the only reason his mate was silent was because of him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Alfie warned. He knew Malachi’s wolf was very close to the surface. Very close.
“Breathe, love,” Alfie whispered, knowing that Malachi could hear him.
“Come on, Alfred. Let’s go. I’m not sure how you found this place, but it’s time for you to return with me where you belong.”
Alfie was bored and he was getting hungry and he needed to pee a little too.Don’t think about that, Alfie. You can hold it.
“This is where I belong; this my home. I am not going anywhere with you. Not now, not ever. And we didn’t have a spat, asshole. You hit me.” He really tried to be civil, but he couldn’t help throwing that in.
“I was your little bit on the side, not your boyfriend. What did you think, I would just stay?” Alfie could feel the anger flowing through him. “I guess the family in Sussex explains why we only went to certain places together. Why I only met you there. All the secrecy. I was so stupid. I should have seen it.”
“You’re emotional. What we had was very special.” Alfie looked at Rupert and couldn’t remember what he saw in the man.
“We. Are. Done.” Alfie made sure to emphasize each word.
Rupert’s face turned from pleasant and pleading to superior.
“You know you belong to me. I took care of you. How else would you live in a location like Kensington? Wear the finest clothes? Why, you had never left the UK before I picked you up and dusted you off. You should be grateful.”
Malachi growled low. His face was decidedly less human the more Rupert spoke.
“I believe my mate asked you to leave our land, so get the fuck out.” Each word came through gritted teeth.
The next thing Alfie knew, Malek and Axel’s car pulled up next to him—he hadn’t even heard the car come down the road. He realised Malek must have felt Malachi’s anger and come down.
He thought that right until Cam stepped out of the clinic, a phone in his hand.
Axell flew out of the car and came to stand in front of Alfie. “If you are who the fuck I think you are, I suggest you leave before things get worse for you.”
Rupert sneered at his brother, “Do you know who I am?”
“You could be the Earl of fucking bumbfuck for all I care. No one here gives a shit.” Axel rolled his eyes, “Leave. Now.”
Rupert’s hand lifted towards Axel, his face red. But before he could lay hands on his brother, Malek, with his son in one hand, grabbed Rupert’s hand with the other and twisted. hey all heard the snap.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Malek said in a calm voice.
“You broke my arm. You broke my arm!” Rupert cried out, “You don’t know what you’ve just done. I am Earl Clement Miles Rupert. I will destroy you all of you.”
