Cheyenne was pissed off and now she was even more sloppy than she had been already. I blocked her punches and went with an uppercut to her jaw. I heard it crack and smirked while my mate’s friend growled. I linked her, “Xander’s mine, Chey.”
The woman looked at me startled before asking, “How did you do that?” I smiled at her but didn’t answer. Cheyenne insisted, “Xander and I are just friends. You’re overreacting.” I said, “I know you’re just friends. I also know that’s because Xander doesn’t want you.”
“You’d have been more than his friend if he wanted that. Lord knows you want that. I have it on good authority that every male wolf in here would kill a man for kissing their mate on the cheek. So really, if anything… I’m underreacting… which works in your favor. So I’d not mention it… if I were you.”
Cheyenne rushed me again. I split her lip on the other side before I flipped her onto her back, hard. Again. She wheezed a little. When she got up I roundhouse kicked her in the ribs and Cheyenne stumbled backwards.
I dryly said, “This is not very impressive on your end if you’re supposed to be so good at fighting. You haven’t managed to hit me even once… and you’re bleeding quite a bit.” Cheyenne rolled onto her feet and glared.
Cheyenne snarked, “You were beating Awpha wolves without a wowf.” Freya said, “I want to laugh.” That wasn’t nice though. I nodded, “Yes… I did. I’m kind of surprised you know that… since you agreed to fight me.”
I muttered, “One could call that idiotic on your part. As for beating Alpha wolves… that’s because I actually train and am motivated for things… other than trying to have sex with someone else’s mate. You should probably focus on trying to find yours. Xander is mine.”
Cheyenne rolled her eyes, “That’s a juveniwe nickname.” I retorted, “Right…the word is pronounced juvenile It’s only a common nickname that dates back to the Greek name Alexandros. So… I’m hardly the first person to use it.”
“Also, that’s an odd stance to take… becauseCheyis just the pinnacle of maturity. Obviously. It’s not at all juvenile. Do note I have the ability to say the word because you’re not going to come close to being able to split my lip.” I heard several people laughing.
Sierra linked, “We’ve discussed you not lying.” I wasn’t… I was proving a point! Cheyenne retorted, “People don’t call me Chey.” I said, “Again. I already knew that. You should’ve known better than to come to this territory and try to seduce my mate and be rude to my sisters in law... If you read ANY of that report the P.I. gave you… you’d have known that.”
Cheyenne frowned arguing, “I’m not rude.” I shot back, “That’s not what I heard. I believe you were rude to Elise… which I find completely unacceptable. You don’t get to waltz into this territory and disrespect the Lead Luna of the territory.”
Dalton linked, “Ok, give her brain damage. No upsets you or my sister this way.” I shot him a smirk and he winked at me. I punched Cheyenne, splitting her lip in a different spot. Freya said, “I’m just saying, ripping them off HER FACE would be easy now.” I knew that.
I said, “I suggest you dig down into your pinky toe and find some decorum. Because if I see or hear about you disrespecting my brothers or sisters in law… I’ll kick your butt again. Seriously, I haven’t even broken a sweat. This is just sad. Not that I expected a challenge but… I was expecting some kind of… something.”
Cheyenne cried, “I’m done.” I scoffed, “Good choice.” I didn’t believe her though. I turned my back and heard several gasps. Dylan snorted, “Don’t worry, the Beta blood saw that coming a mile away. Never doubt MelAshley.”
Dad commented, “We don’t doubt Melanie or her abilities.” Dylan whispered, “I know because you didn’t gasp. I was not talking to you about our shared daughter.” Dad sighed, “Again, you are not adopting my daughter.” Dylan cooed, “Yet.”
I let Cheyenne get close enough to me so that I could slam my elbow into her nose and crush it. I grabbed her arm, that had been trying to put me in a chokehold and broke it. Cheyenne screamed in pain and folded on to the mat quickly.
I said, “That’s what you get for trying to take a cheap shot. I wouldn’t expect a warm welcome in this territory when word spreads about what you just did. Given… I already know… they don’t like you… but this pack does like the muffins I make.”
“Heck, they like me… and you were only tolerated as Xander’s friend… but that was it. Now they’ll know you disrespect their Luna’s and I see that ending badly for you, since… they respect their Luna’s in this territory.” Xander was beside me in a second.
Cheyenne pleaded, “Heaw me please, Awexander.” HEAL HER?! I snorted and turned to my mate warning, “Uhhh so… ifanyone… especially you, heals her…. there will be no sex in your future.” Xander’s jaw dropped while I heard several groans from the male members of my family.
I turned to Cheyenne saying, “Your wolf can heal you. My mate can of course heal you… the choice is his…. but as someone who reads a lot… and I do mean a LOT… of research on Alpha’s… a healing is not in the cards for you.” Freya scoffed, “No, it’s not. Oden already said it wasn’t happening.”
Cheyenne glared at me, so I flipped her off. I stalked out of the gym. Xander linked me, “I’ll get her to the hospital then come find you.” UGH! That pissed me off and it rained harder for a second. I calmed myself using logic.
Xander’s an Alpha… this is his territory. He does have to get her to the hospital. That’s a thing. Someone else could do it, but he does see her as a friend. We’ll talk. We’re going to communicate. I will not rip her head off. The rain cleared up.
Ok. See? Acting normal is possible. Well… normal ish. I laughed a little to myself. For Supernatural’s this was very normal. I took off running knowing Xander could pop to me. I ended up a few miles away and sat down.
I looked to my left grumbling, “Come on out, Charles…. I know you’re there.” My mentor chuckled and came and sat down by me. Charles said, “I used to wonder how you always knew. Now I know.” Of course he did. I wasn’t surprised he’d figured out I was the white wolf.
Charles smiled and continued, “It’s an honor you shared your blood with me and some members of my line.” I raised an eyebrow retorting, “So much of an honor that you rubbed my mate’s face in it … and implied it was something other than what it was.”
Charles laughed, “Well, aren’t we feisty? Why is that?” I rolled my eyes muttering, “Charles, you know exactly why. You’dalready know who is here.” Charles laughed, “I’ve missed you, dear. No one calls me on my bullshit quite like you do anymore.”
I was surprised that Charles had dropped the possessive “my” around dear. He’d never just called me dear before. It was always “my dear”. Something changed for him and I doubted it was Xander being in my life. Maybe…. I was right about him and Amabella being cute together.
I said, “You owe Xander an apology.” Charles sighed, “I suppose I do. I don’t apologize often, you know that; however, if it’s important to you. I’ll do it.” I admitted, “Well… this was an easy conversation… which doesn’t make sense. I figured you’d be obnoxious about it.”
I studied him before saying, “You seem very happy, Charles.” Charles smiled, “I am quite happy and content.” I turned to face him and noted he had a light smile on his lips. I guessed, “You met your second chance mate. That’s why you weren’t at Christmas.”
Charles laughed, “I heard you were not there either.” I said, “Yeah.” Charles sobered instantly, “I am sorry you didn't get the first Christmas home you wanted. I know you dreamed of the Christmas’s you used to have with your family. I’m aware you held out a faint, but strong, hope your Christmas’s with your Xander would bring that back. There is always next year, dear.”
