Trapped With the Alpha (Balfour Shifters Book 1) (25 page)

Rolling my eyes, I watch as he throws on a pair of black sweats before heading to the door. Opening it, he peeks down the hall before determining it’s safe to go out, and then closes the door behind him.

 Seconds later, I hear another bang and a sharp scream. Then a woman’s voice shouts my mate’s name. That causes me to jump from the bed and pull on a robe. Stepping into my slippers, I head toward the door to see what in the hell is going on.

Brody

RUSHING FROM
the room, I head down the hallway. A brunette is standing outside of Caleb’s room, fighting against my brother’s hold in what apparently appears to be a desperate attempt to get away from him. “Let me go, you asshole.”

“Quit fighting me and I will.” Caleb lets out an angry growl, doing his best to drag her into his room.

She wiggles in his arms, trying to get him to release her. “Fuck you. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Never in my life have I seen my brother force himself on a woman. If I weren’t seeing it now, I wouldn’t believe it. “Let her go, Caleb. What are you doing?”

“Brody!” the woman shouts upon hearing my voice. Her head whips in my direction, looking at me with a smile on her face the second I come into her vision.

“Brody, get back in your room. I’ve got this covered,” Caleb says, still pulling the woman into his room. 

Anger and shame rush through my body. I know I’ve been messed up since I lost Izzy. Still, I always taught my brother to never take a woman against her will. “Brother, you let her go or I’ll take your ass out. This is not how we do things around here, and you damn well know it.”

He quits pulling on her but doesn’t release his hold. “This bitch snuck into the compound. I caught her trying to sneak into your room. I didn’t figure you’d want her in there with you and Izzy.”

“What the hell?” I mumble, looking at the woman. “How did she get in here?”

He shakes his head, loosening his hold. “I don’t know. That’s what I was trying to find out before you came out here.”

The woman moves quickly, breaking out of my brother’s arms, and runs toward me. She plasters her body to mine, wrapping her arms around me, making her desperation perfectly clear. “I came to see you. I’ve left you a million messages, but you haven’t called me back.”

 “Everything all right here?” Izzy asks, walking up behind me. 

My eyes shoot toward her. I can tell immediately from the expression on her face that she’s pissed off. “She snuck into the lodge. Caleb was just trying to deal with her when I came in,” I explain.

The brunette in my grasp throws an ugly sneer in Izzy’s direction. “So, this is the reason you won’t phone me back?”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her away from me.

She crosses her arms, jerking her chin in Izzy’s direction. “She’s the reason why you aren’t even giving us a chance?”

“I don’t even know who the hell you are,” I argue, stepping away from her. 

My woman lets out a laugh, shaking her head. “She’s one of your whores, Brody. Isn’t it obvious?”

Turning to look at Izzy, I shake my head. “I don’t know what she is doing here. I can guarantee you that I didn’t invite her ass here.”

Izzy doesn’t say a thing, just turns around and starts running back to our room. My eyes go to Caleb, and I bark out, “Find out how this bitch got into the lodge.”

I head down the hall, hoping like hell Izzy will give me a chance to explain. Catching up to her, I grab her arm and spin her around to look at me. “Isabel, stop. Give me a chance to explain.”

Attempting to pull away from me, I notice the tears starting to well in her eyes. “That woman, you slept with her. I watched everything the two of you did, and now, she’s in my home… in our home, Brody.”

“I know, baby, but I didn’t bring her here. Hell, as usual, I don’t even remember her,” I say, telling her the truth.

No matter how I try to make up for the past, this shit keeps happening. She just keeps growing angrier and angrier, and I can’t even blame her. Her anger is driving both my beast half and me crazy. It isn’t as if I don’t already feel guilty enough. The guilt is eating me up. I’m not sure anything she can say or do will make me feel any worse. I swear all of this back and forth is giving me whiplash. Just when I start to relax and think things are beginning to turn around for the better, something pops up and throws all of our progress right into the damn trash.

Reaching the hallway, she goes straight into our room. “I’m sure you don’t remember her. You never took time to look your whores in the face. You just stuck your cock in and ran.”

Rearing back as if she slapped me, it takes me a moment to gather myself enough to respond. “Watch your mouth,” I warn, walking in the room and slamming the door behind her. The beast is pushing to come out, wanting to comfort our mate yet spank her ass at the same time. Hell, he’s just as confused as I am. Still, behind his pain, I can feel the anger vibrating off him. He’s barely controlling his rage. Letting him forth right now would not be a good idea. Of course, we would never hurt her, but we could easily kill someone else if they got in the way. 

Spinning around to face me, I can see the anger, hurt, and frustration pouring out of her. “Screw you,” she shouts, grabbing her purse from the dresser and tossing it at me. “I have to put up with your bitches hanging around, so you can damn well deal with my mouth.”

Snatching her purse from the air before it hits me, I toss it on the floor. “You’re really starting to piss me off. We’ve been through this before. You know I can’t do shit about the past.”

Hearing myself, I know that I sound cold, but what else can I say? There’s only so many times we can fight over the same damn thing before I’m left feeling like we are spinning in circles. If I could take it all back, I would, but that’s not possible; we have no choice but to move past it and get on with our lives. This constant back and forth we are doing is getting us nowhere, and it never will. Well, unless you count miserable as somewhere. If that’s the case, then I am definitely damn well there.

“You can’t do shit about people bringing your whores into my home?” she shouts at me, shooting daggers with her eyes.

“I’ll make sure the boys know to keep their women out of here,” I reply, trying to calm her. “But, that’s all I can do. I can’t take back all the things I’ve done. We have to try to move past all of this Izzy. We’re both miserable here, so something’s gotta give.”

“I can’t forget with them being thrown in my face all the damn time, Brody,” she says, kicking off her slippers. “I can’t get the image of you screwing all those women out of my head. No matter how damn hard I try to forget, to move past it, it just seems to keep haunting me.”

“I don’t know what you expect me to do,” I growl out, feeling my anger and frustration grow. “There are only so many times I can say I’m sorry. You know I’m not just saying it to keep you happy. It’s tearing me apart, too. You know this.”

“Sorry just isn’t good enough. Sorry doesn’t keep all the women you’ve been with from coming up and telling me the details, as if I weren’t already stuck there watching every single moment you were inside them!” she screams, running a hand through her tangled hair, obviously beyond the point of me even trying to reason with her. 

I look at her, really look at the pain etched on her face. My insides feel as if they’re boiling, and realize she’s not going to forgive me any time soon. “You’re never gonna be able to put this behind you, are you?”

“Could you?” she shouts, stepping toward me. “Could you put being imprisoned for eight-hundred years behind you? Could you just forget the fact that I had screwed thousands of men, while you had to watch me with every single one of them?”

I drop my chin to my chest and close my eyes. “I know it’s hard, Izzy.”

“Even when I think it’s getting better, something happens. I can’t forget everything that happened, not with your women every place I look. How can I, when they won’t give me a chance?”

The thought has my wolf forcing its way to the surface. My eyes start to change as my canines starts to drop. “Stop it, Izzy. There’s only so much I can take before I lose control. I know what I damn well did. You don’t need to remind me anymore. I already spend the majority of my time hating myself.”

She ignores my warning, taking another step closer. “Go ahead. Lose control. There’s nothing you can do to hurt me worse than you’ve already hurt me.”

“I’m warning you, Mate. Do not push me any further,” I tell her again, barely holding back my beast. 

“Don’t call me mate. You don’t deserve to use that term. You lost that right the first time you put your cock into some random whore!” she screams, grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me down so that we are nose to nose. 

“You are my mate and always will be. Nothing you can do will ever change that fact, and I will not sit here and allow you to talk about our bond as if it means nothing to you, because it means more than life itself to me,” I threaten, letting my claws extend.

“You’re right. I’m your mate, but I wish I wasn’t. I wish that we didn’t have this bond connecting us, because it is this bond that is breaking me,” she wails, tears streaming down her face. 

Unable to control myself, I grab her arms and pull her chest against mine. “What did you just say to me?”

“I said I wish I wasn’t your mate,” she answers, fire shooting from her eyes. “I would rather be dead than be tied to you for eternity. I may love you just as much, Brody, but I would rather love you in death than love you like this. It hurts too much.”

My anger takes over, and I lose control. “Take off your clothes now, Izzy.”

She tries to pull away, shaking her head from side to side. “No way. We’re not having sex right now.”

“No, we’re not having sex. I’m gonna fuck you until you remember who you belong to, until you remember that not even death will keep you from me. We will always be tied together, no matter what,” I reply, letting her step away. “Get your clothes off. Now.”

Again, she shakes her head and takes another step back. “No, that’s not happening.”

Not willing to wait another minute, I grab the front of her robe and allow my claws to distend, using them to rip it from her body. “I wasn’t asking you a question. I was giving you an order. This is how we connect, Izzy. This is what makes sense to us, when the rest of the world feels like it’s falling apart.”

Finally clueing in to how close I am to losing control to my other half, she shimmies out of her panties without a complaint. “Okay, Brody. If you want to fuck me, if you think this is what we need, go ahead.”

Grabbing one of her arms, I twist her around and march her to the bed. I lean her across it, and she props her ass up in the air for me to take, exactly how I like it. I allow my claws to recede before reaching down to run a finger through her wet slit. “For someone who doesn’t want to be my mate, I’d say you’re pretty wet.” 

“You always make me wet, even when you’re pissing me off. I can’t help my body’s response to you,” she replies, pushing her ass against my jeans-covered cock while releasing a shiver of desire.

“That’s good, because I’m always hard for you, even when you’re running that smart ass mouth. All I end up wanting to do is stuff it with my cock.” I reach down to unzip my jeans and push them down just enough to pull out my dick.

Not waiting another second, I plunge to her depths. The power behind my thrust has the bed shaking, forcing Izzy to grab the blanket for support. Within seconds, she releases a scream filled with a mixture of both pleasure and pain. “Oh my God, Brody, yes!”

Squeezing her hips, I glide in and out as fast as I can. “I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you. I refuse to let you give up on us.”

Giving up her fight, she meets me thrust for thrust. “You can fuck me all you want, but it’s not gonna change anything.”

Hearing the finality of her words, my wolf lets out a sorrowful howl. Knowing nothing I can say or do will change her mind, I keep stroking in and out. Refusing to acknowledge what she has just said, I instead decide to focus on the pleasure our bodies give to each other. If my words aren’t helping, maybe my cock can. “I’m gonna fuck you raw. You’re going to feel me for a week. I don’t ever want you to be able to forget about me. No matter how angry you are, baby, I want you to feel me throughout your body and soul.”

“Please,” she begs, forgetting her anger. “Fuck me harder.”

I love to hear her beg, pleading for me to give her what she needs. She has to remember why I claimed her in the first place. She needs to know she’ll always be mine. Rotating my hips, I slow my thrusts. “Never say you don’t want to be my mate. Never deny my claim.”

She doesn’t reply, just lets out a mewl of pleasure. Wanting to draw more from her, my hand slides from her hip to her soaking pussy, while my other hand slides up to gently squeeze the front of her throat. Using my thumb, I massage her clit. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? Are you going to scream out my name and remind everyone exactly who you belong to?”