Under His Spell (Blanchard Coven 2): An MM Vampire Romance by Frey Ortega

Author:Frey Ortega [Ortega, Frey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-11T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

This motherfucker.

Who is he to point fingers at my mate?

Elijah’s blood boiled, and he jolted up from his seat, making the chair clatter behind him almost violently. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, ready to tear into this man like day-old jerky. Something cold and dark took a hold of him—a feeling deep inside him that slowly snaked outward. If he were a lesser man—a man with less patience, definitely, although he was already trying very hard to hold onto that—he would have snapped this asshole’s neck by now.

How dare he?

“Don’t you raise your voice at my mate like that,” Elijah said, his voice low. His eyes narrowed. He could feel the desire to protect Bennett coursing through his veins. If this was how it felt to have a mate, he wasn’t sure he liked it—not at this very moment, anyway. Even if he didn’t, though, he knew he had to do this.

It was unnerving to be this attached, this quickly—and yet Elijah knew that the only thing he could do was surrender to his emotions.

Sometimes, it was all a man could do.

There was a ringing in Elijah’s ears that he had finally noticed just as it started to subside, and a thundering of his heartbeat that slowly faded as he took deep breaths. In that moment, his mind tunneled into all the ways he could have made this man suffer for offending his mate the way he did.

It wasn’t until he felt Vadim place a hand on his shoulder that he was brought back, and he looked down to see his knuckles had turned white from how hard he was clenching his hands around the table before them. He could have easily splintered the wood, or flung this conference table through the glass, aiming it right at the fucker’s head. It would have been a bull’s-eye. He could have killed the man outright with a single shard of glass.

But he didn’t.

Instead, Elijah looked at the warlock and his blanched face, his eyes wide with fear. There was the unmistakable tremor of a man who had clearly realized his mistake. Even if not that, he sure as hell was regretting his outburst of emotions. The guy was probably—no, scratch that, definitely—a step away from pissing his pants.

That was enough for Elijah. For now, anyway.

When Elijah turned to look at Bennett, the anger that bubbled inside of him turned immediately into worry.

He didn’t want his mate to see him as some kind of monster. Then he would be no better than Marcel. Not to mention, the look on Bennett’s face spoke volumes about what was going on underneath. There was a hollowness in his expression that told Elijah all he needed to know, and he wanted to rush right to his mate’s side to soothe the pain in his heart.

Patience, Elijah. Learn some patience.

He sat back down.

“Now is not the time to point fingers, especially to another warlock,” Ifeya said softly, her voice sharp as she regarded one of her children.

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