Roman (Wolves of Winter's Edge Book 2) by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2016-12-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Head down, focus, don’t meet their eyes.

Mila tucked in the long-sleeved, black Four Horsemen work T-shirt into her jeans as she passed Tim, Nelda, and Frank talking quietly at one of the tables. She purposefully kept her face angled away from the pool table in the back where Rhett was breaking on a new game. He hit the balls so hard one jumped off the table, and Mila hunched at the explosive sound.

“Mila,” Rhett called in a stone-hard tone. “Come play a game with me.”

“Um, no thanks,” she murmured, making a beeline for the kitchen. “I have to get on the clock.”

“Now,” he gritted out.

She stared at her boss, Tim, silently pleading with him to make her get to work. He looked regretful about it, but he twitched his head toward Rhett and murmured, “Go on, girl. Your alpha’s calling you.”

Great. As she meandered around the maze of tables toward Rhett, Mila couldn’t help but think about how the Strikers would’ve reacted to her quiet plea for help. They weren’t a pack, just four separate rogues including Blaire, but any one of them would’ve helped her out. They would’ve told Rhett to fuck off, maybe broken a pool stick against his face if he pushed too hard.

It had been like that under Noah when they were still the Striker Pack. Everyone had each other’s backs, but the Bone-Rippers were such a broken pack. Rhett’s darkness had trickled through the ranks and slowly poisoned every last one of them. They were all in survival mode thanks to Rhett’s murderous tendencies, and now it was every wolf for himself.

All of this was easy to see with just a few days of spending time with the Strikers. They felt like potentially healthy relationships, and she’d started longing for normal. Or if not normal, whatever the Strikers could offer her. Laughter, loyalty, protection, fun, a sense of belonging. And now every time Rhett pushed his dominant alpha shit onto her, it made her angry. Not sad or helpless anymore, but instead it made her blood boil. All she wanted to do was put her head down, work her shift tonight, and earn some tips so she could pay the rent she was already two weeks late on, thanks to him chasing out all the human clientele from this place.

Everything Rhett touched turned to ash.

If she gave him half a chance, he would turn her to ash, too.

She plucked a pool stick carefully from the wall and put chalk on the end, keeping her eyes averted, but she could feel his gaze on her. It lifted the fine hairs all over her body.

“You weren’t home last night.”

“I had plans.”

“With me! I was going to take you out, remember? Mind the rules, court you before we made the announcement at the pack meeting, but low and behold, I show up to your place, and you weren’t there. And don’t you think for a goddamned second that I forgot you ran from me. I should’ve run you over with my fucking truck for disobeying me.

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