Chapter 123 Calling The Kettle Black
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"Alpha Jaxon, I'm sorry sir, but the Alpha quarters are strictly off-limits to anyone except Alpha Christian," a warrior seethed as I pushed past him, climbing the stairs two by two in the pack house. He was nothing more than a mere pup, puffing his chest out and trying to block the hallway entrance. I let out a single growl, and I could tell by the look of fear spreading across his face that he may have wet his pants. His gaze trailed down submissively to his black leather boots, and I nearly felt guilty for terrifying this awful excuse for a warrior, making a mental note that Alpha Christian really needed to focus on his warrior training. It was no wonder his defensive lines had no idea where the fire had come from. "Don't test me, pup, or I'll make sure you won't get a second chance," I said through gritted teeth.
My irritation poured through me—it was unthinkable that someone in this pack would openly disrespect not only my mate but also me, a visiting Alpha, by scavenging through our personal belongings. Part of me hoped that Adeline had misplaced the notebooks gifted by my mother somewhere; her mind had been scattered over the last few days, after all. The other part of me knew better than to give someone the benefit of the doubt. From my own experience, if it smelled like trouble, it usually was.
I knew I should have knocked on Alpha Christian's office door, but my wolf had already switched into full confrontational mode—eager for answers, whether willingly given or threatened by force. He had been my longtime friend, but I wasn't in the mood to play games when it came to my mate. Not to mention that missing items meant someone had been physically inside our room; therefore, Adeline's safety had been compromised at least once. I knew my wolf preferred the latter option. Being an Alpha wolf—and a powerful one at that—he had always chased the taste of bloodshed, the thrill of conquest, never regretting a single kill. As an Alpha myself, if anyone dared to barge into my office as I had just done, the blatant disrespect wouldn't have ended well for them.
I turned the doorknob and heard the wood floor creak under my feet as I entered Alpha Christian's office. My eyes darted to him, seated in his leather office chair, then to a female silhouette with long brown hair straddling him. His eyes went wide when he realized the brunette was not Sophia. His skin turned dangerously pale, as if he had just seen a ghost, when our gazes locked. When the brunette woman whipped her head toward me, a smirk played on her face.
"Oh my, my, my. Look what the cat dragged in this morning. Care to join, Alpha? I still remember how you liked to watch," he said in a sultry tone that immediately helped me place her. My wolf growled inside, and I realized I had seen this girl many times before. She was one of Alpha Christian's favorites at the brothel located in a nearby human town. He had worn her and most of the other women out, claiming it was easier than getting involved with a pack member. The women from the brothel knew their role—they were in and out once the job was done.
"Out," I demanded, venom lacing my voice. Alpha Christian sighed and relaxed into his chair. "Are you serious right now, Jax? It's just a pre-bachelor party of sorts," he replied, exasperated.
"I said, OUT!" I yelled with such intensity that a portrait hanging on the wall behind his desk shattered onto the floor. The brunette scooted off Alpha Christian's lap, revealing a solid set of double Ds with small bite marks all over them before reaching for a pale pink silk blouse thrown on the floor beside the large mahogany desk. She threw the blouse over her head and rolled her eyes.
"I remember when you used to be fun, Jaxon," she shot back and rushed for the door.
I heard her stop at the door before pulling it open. "Augh, call me later, Christian," she said, winking. "We didn't even get to the good part." Alpha Christian placed his head between his hands, releasing an annoyed grunt as he rubbed his temples.
I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt—I wanted to think the man I grew up with might just be good enough for my sister. Before another thought crossed my mind, I had Alpha Christian pinned against the wall, replacing his body where the portrait once hung. I resisted the urge to rip his throat out.
"She's my fucking sister, Christian. I warned you not to play these fucking games," I taunted.
"She's my mate," he protested in staggered breaths. "Once she knows, I won't hurt her. You were the one who made the goddamn rules, Jax."
I pushed my hand onto the base of his neck, enjoying how the blood slowly drained from his face and his eyes went bloodshot. "If you cared about anyone but yourself, Christian, you wouldn't be looking to get your dick wet on anyone except your Moon Goddess-given mate," I retorted, then dropped his body against the floor.
I knew if I stayed a second longer, I'd snap this pathetic excuse of a mate's neck. I turned on my heels and stopped mid-step when I heard him mutter through shallow breaths, "That's real fresh of you, Jax. Pretty sure you were fucking Beverly at night while giving it to Adeline during the day."
