Chapter 92. Sierra

God, if I could link him right now, I so would. Just to see him roll on up and tear Deacon a new one. He would beat seven shades of shit out of him without even needing to turn wolf. That’s the difference between an asshole looking to be Alpha and one who is naturally born that way. Colton never needed to push me around to exert his dominance; you could feel it whenever you were around him. He was gentler than most wolves once you got close to him, but you knew he could turn savage and destroy anything in his wake if he needed to, like vampires in a courtyard.

Deacon blanks me completely, waves a dismissive hand at me like he has the last word, and leaves. Stalking back the way we came, like an arrogant shithead who needs to go choke.

I honestly cannot stand that guy, and if I could turn, God, he would be first on my hit list to air punch across the room. I have enough rage bubbling through my veins to ignite it, but unfortunately, no actual ability in this weird futuris