Page 41 of Rejected By the Alpha

I snickered because I liked this guy. He liked pissing Davix off almost as much as me.

“She’s not my girl,” Davix growled. “And she’s leaving with someone else.”

When Silas pulled me closer, Davix snapped his hand around Silas’s throat and pinned him to the wall. Silas let out a choke from Davix’s sheer force. I scurried backward through the hallway toward what smelled like the kitchen.

I’d find my way to Hazel one way or another.

A sweet scent drifted through my nose. I sniffed the air and followed the scent through the pantry toward the dining area. After poking my head in to see a maid leaving through a different door, I snuck in and spotted an airtight container filled with … banana bread?!

Hazel sat at the island, kicking her head back and forth.

“Davix likes banana bread?” I asked Hazel.

“Goddess, no. He hates it.” She smiled. “Are you doing better?”

I climbed up onto a seat beside her. “Yep.”

She frowned. “I’m sorry I almost got you killed.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s Davix’s fault.”

She looked at me, and I looked back, both of us knowing full well that Davix had had nothing to do with that attack, but not caring anyway. Davix was a dickhead, sometimes just because. No reason for it.

Her gaze wandered around my face for a moment, and then it lowered to my neck that felt so raw from Davix’s scruff all over it. The neutral expression on her face turned to sheer smugness. “Were you just with him?”

“He locked me in his bedroom. Don’t you remember?”

“But …” She wiggled her brows. “Were you with him, with him? Alone?”

My cheeks flushed, and I looked away. “Maybe, but thankfully, Silas swooped me away.”

“Silas?” Hazel repeated, eyes flashing gold.

“Yeah. Why?”

A moment of tense silence passed, and then she shook the expression away. “No reason. He’s just a dick, so …” She glanced down at the counter and straightened her shoulders. “So, I didn’t expect him to be so nice to you.”

“I don’t think he was being nice,” I said. “Seems more like he likes pissing off Davix.”

“He does.”

My lips curled into a smile. “Me too. Anyway, where’d Davix go earlier? He seemed … tense when he got back to let me out of his little prison.” I leaned toward her so it wouldn’t be obvious that I’d enjoyed being in there too much. “You know, he seems so boring. Locked closet and everything. I couldn’t snoop.”

“He went to go check out the dead rogue,” she said.

“Did he find the dead red-eyed wolf?”

“No,” she said. “And I doubt he’s actually dead. He killed that rogue.”

“But … there were more of them in that forest.” I swore I had seen them.

“Davix only found one rogue,” she said. “No red-eyed man.”

“He called them the Crimson Order,” I said, thinking back to earlier today.

Even though it was fucking crazy, it was such a rush, especially to see before I died. I had never seen a wolf so … so wild. That red-eyed one was so vicious, strong too. How was it even possible to rip apart another being so easily?

My mind wandered back to my conversation with Hazel earlier today when we were talking about wolves, and I thought maybe … just maybe Cade was one too. I had seen his eyes flash that one time.