Page 77 of Adoring Fletcher
I growled, but Fletcher kissed it away. “Not going anywhere. You’re my Alpha, the light in my life. I would be nowhere without you. I love you, Adam.”
“I love you too, kitten,” I said, feeling my body relax for the first time all night. I wrapped my arms around my mate and hugged him to my chest, content just to have him near me.
Fletcher wiggled after a moment. “Can we go home? I feel gross and want to shower tonight off.”
“You and me both.”
We drove home and did just that, then fell asleep in each other’s arms. As I drifted off, I couldn’t help but be glad that this chapter of our lives had come to an end. That the Tank Saga was over—except it wasn’t.
When we left the house the next morning, we were immediately hit by the overpowering reek of ammonia. Wolf piss. Tank must’ve followed us home, because his scent was all over our front lawn. He’d sprayed the front of the house, the garage door, and my car.
I growled, my inner-wolf furious. My hands clenched into fists, my claws digging into my palms so deep I was sure they cut flesh. “I’ll kill him!”
Fletcher tugged on my arm, a look of worry on his face, but not for himself. For me. “He’s just angry,” he murmured. “He’ll get over it and everything’ll be fine. C’mon, I’ll help you clean it up.”
Why, then, did I have the bad feeling that this was far from over?
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FLETCHER
I started gettingtexts from an unknown number. I knew they were from Tank, though. Texts like:Hey gorgeous. Miss your face. Wish I could see you again, turned into:Why don’t you leave that asshole boyfriend of yours and be my mate? I could give you so much more.
When I didn’t respond, his responses got harsher and crueler. Warning me about what might happen if I don’t come back to him. Threatening to hurt me, to hurt Adam, if I didn’t “be a good boy” and listen.
I couldn’t tell Adam about this. I was afraid of what my Alpha might do. He was still so agitated about the whole thing, and I felt so damn guilty, because all of this was my fault. It was my idea to share partners. I was the one who wanted to explore sexually. I was the one who met Tank that night at the club.
It was better if Adam didn’t know, so I decided to just ignore the texts and block his number. Except a new unknown number began popping up to harass me almost immediately.
You can’t outrun me forever, pretty boy… I’m coming for you, one way or another.
It sent a chill running down my spine. I stuffed my phone into my pocket before Adam could peek at the screen, because I was certain I’d gone pale as a ghost.
“I think I’m going to take a shower,” I announced, and made my escape.
Later that evening, my insides felt all twisted, like they’d been run through a hand mixer. Agitation edged through me, so I decided to go for a walk. I needed to stretch my legs and walk off these nerves.
Besides, I wanted to pick up something for dessert. Something to surprise Adam with, since he’d been so stressed lately.
There was a bakery right on the edge of town that sold homemade goods that were to die for. I’d stop there and grab a pie. Maybe peach, or apple crumble. Mmm...
The walk was nice. I’d definitely needed to get some fresh air. Being cooped up in the house all the time was driving me batty.
I was almost to the small lot of Mammy’s Place when I heard it—the loud rumbling of a motorcycle engine, growling its warning behind me.
I spun around to see Tank sitting astride a beast of black and chrome, rolling towards me quickly. He revved the engine and I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart in my throat.
I glanced around. Shit. This wasn’t good. “Tank,” I warned him as he swung his leg over the saddle and strode towards me with an almost cocksure confidence, like a predator who had his prey directly in his line of sight. “Please, leave us alone.”
“I just wanna talk,” he drawled.
“Well, I don’t wanna talk to you,” I snapped back, glancing over my shoulder at the little bakery that suddenly seemed so far away. “What’s done is done. I’m sorry it ended the way that it did, but it’s over, okay? I just want to move on with my life.”
Tank growled at me, baring the tips of his fangs. “Me too! But I can’t fucking get you out of my head! Don’t you get it?” he all but roared. “My beast aches for you. My body misses you. I crave your taste. I just need?—”
“Stop.” I held up a hand. “Just stop. It’s not happening.”
“Fletcher, would you just?—”
