“I know. I’m sorry.”
I shove at Locheran once more before turning away from him.
“You’re angry. I understand. Tell me what you need?” Locheran says.
I whip around, my arms at my side as I open and close my hands.
“I need to… ugh! I want to punch something.”
“You want to fight?” he asks.
“Yes!”
I stalk toward him, and he stands stone still.
“Fight me, then. Let it all out. You’ve been teasing me for months. I’m ready.”
While I’m angry with my mate for withholding this information from me, a part of me understands. A part of me is relieved that he didn’t tell me because he’s right. I was too overwhelmed with the mating bond connection. With my family literally trying to kill all my friends. If Locheran would have told me about Ethan, it might have been the final straw.
So, my anger isn’t entirely with him. It’s with… everything.
“It doesn’t matter where your anger lies.Fight. Me.”
It’s been decades since I trained to be a hunter. I took classes throughout my adult life in hopes that I’d never forget.
Now… my instinct is taking over.
I kick out my leg, landing my foot in Locheran’s stomach.
“I’m angry at this life I was born into,” I growl.
Crouching, I swing my leg and swipe at Locheran’s ankles, taking him to the ground. He rolls over onto his back, and I straddle him.
He smirks, the fucker, his agitated tail whipping back and forth beside him and his wings fluttering underneath him.
I pin his wrists above his head. Something I shouldn’t be able to do. This monster is too large, too strong, yet he lets me overpower him.
“This is really fucking hot, Mouse.”
“Shut up! I’m not done kicking your ass.”
“Yeah?” he jerks his hips, grinding his hardening cock into my pussy. I close my eyes, biting my lip to hide the moan.
Suddenly, he rolls us over, pinning me underneath him.
Goddamn it.
“Tell me what else you’re angry about.”
I growl, attempting to release my arms from his hold. It’s impossible.
“I hate the lying. The violence. The deaths.”
Locheran hasn’t trapped my legs, so I slam my bent knee into his side while the other leg hooks around his waist allowing me to shove him to the side.
He scrambles onto his hands and knees.
“Touché,” he says with a chuckle.
