Alpha Kian And His Captive Mate novel Chapter 32

"They used magic. What do you expect me to do, dad? I'm getting tired of repeating myself."

"Is this because of a woman again? You know Skinwalkers can sense your weakness."

"Again, for the third time, there is no woman."

"How do you explain the sweet scent on you then? You didn't have Rex to know, but every time I visited you in the morning, I could feel it. It's probably the smell of a fucking woman you were so busy fucking before your trip. Didn't expect you to repeat the mistake and let someone make you so weak again."

I stepped away from the door. Kian probably caught my scent already while his dad didn't. I smelled like vanilla and roses to Wyatt. I wondered what I was like for Kian.

"Your pack won't respect you and your authority if you are at the mercy of some woman."

I heard Kian lose his shit at his dad as I ran away from the office and into the dining area to eat lunch with Rachel. She skipped school and was complaining about how she got just five minutes of her brother's time before he had to get back to work.

She jumped from her seat as my eyes fell on emerald green eyes staring me back with nonchalance for just a second before ignoring my existence.

"Go back to your room. I need to talk to her." He told me in a cold voice when I sat down to eat.

I hated how my eyes instantly watered up. I was dying to see him and hear his voice, but all he reminded me of right now was the cruel man who threw Ari into the air before forcing me to sit in his chopper.

"Didn't you hear me the first time?" He was using his alpha tone on me, and it pissed me off.

He ordered my bodyguard to take me back to my room in a firm and emotionless tone. His iciness was probably not a sudden switch he turned on because of his dad's words. Maybe he had already planned to treat me like this and reject me the day he left on his trip.

Should it matter? It's my fault I ended up falling into his charms.

Gulping back my tears, I got up from my seat and ran upstairs. Unlike what his dad said, it's me who had become so weak to tear up so easily at his behavior. It's not like he was nice to me when I called him last week.

He didn't miss me, and neither should I. He probably got laid many times with many women and quenched whatever lust that stemmed from the mate bond for me. That's what this mate bond was about-lust.

I'm suffering from a serious case of unrequited lust right now, I told myself and slammed my door shut.

Such magic only worked on wolves who had a mate or other strong bonds with their pack members. They preyed on the fear of losing loved ones or with those we were attached to. My dad called such bonds weaknesses that made us liable to getting attacked.

To make a statement, my pack never spared a Rogue even when they weren't trespassing our borders. Killing them in the most ruthless way was our way of sending a fair warning to the Skinwalkers to think twice before targeting our vehicles on this winding road that passed through the White River Forest.

The Rogue let out a painful cry as Finn was about to finish him. The cry alerted someone-a she-wolf who was terrified of Finn but still wanted to save the wounded wolf.

Her courage reminded me of Nyla. She had put herself in front of one of my warriors when her friend's life was in danger.

"Finn, let's go!" I called him back.

"Wait, what?" He hurried to finish the kill.

"I said, let's go," I told him in a commanding voice this time and he obeyed, shifting back and flaunting his naked glory to the she-wolf.