Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
maverick
I was fucked.
“You’re fucked,” Rhone said, as if I needed my Beta’s help to drive that point home. The surly bastard wore a scowl, his blue eyes dark as he walked toward the door that led into the cage room.
My back was to it, and I was guarding it like a dog with a bone. My phone was clenched in my fist, my heart beating too hard.
“I’ve realized. Thanks,” I said.
“I think it’s bad enough to warrant repeating a couple more times.”
I’d assumed she was the murderer from the beginning, but Bloom should’ve stopped bleeding by the time we got to the tower. The situation didn’t add up.
It was hard to consider every angle with the sweet taste of cherries on my tongue and in my lungs. The urge to go back into the room and physically remove her from the cell was going to drive me fucking insane.
“Possibly,” I said.
“Probably.”
Probably was fair.
It wasn’t definite, though.
“Are you going to let me in there?” Rhone jerked his head toward the door I was still guarding.
“Yes.”
A moment passed.
He stared at me.
I stared back.
I was thinking about cherries, though, and the stunning brunette whose sharp little fangs I was now imagining buried in my skin.
My cock ached.
Yeah, I was fucked.
“You have to move for me to get through.” He made a shooing motion.
Fur broke out on my arms. Instinct pushed me to shift and keep him away at any cost.
“Deep breaths,” Rhone said sarcastically.
Why was he my best friend? I couldn’t remember.
I tried to take a few breaths to calm myself down, but failed.
“You’re—” he started.
“Fucked. I know.”
Rhone shoved me aside and flung the door open.
I tried to bite back a snarl as I followed him into the room I’d barely managed to force myself out of the first time.