His Cursed Mate ✔️

Ch 24: The Fight

Damian :

As I parked my car out front,  not planning to stay long,  I watched warily as Lance came storming up. I'm assuming he had a chat with Ashley.

I had barely made it a foot out of my car before I was slammed against it.

  With a handful of my shirt in his hand there stood Lance, his eyes pitch black.
"What did you do to her ?" He growled slamming my back against my window and I heard a crack.

  A loud growl escaped my throat before I reversed our positions.

Me being Alpha gave me an advantage in speed and height.
"Don't worry about it, it's between me and her." I growled releasing him and stepping away.

I definitely didn't want to fight him and cause a disturbance then be sent back to California.

In a way I wanted badly to leave and never look back, but I couldn't.

  I would rather be near Ashley for the next 6 months than to be apart, wondering what she was doing and with whom. It was going to be hell but eventually when I was ready to let go, it would be easier. The pain would go away and what was between us would just be a distant memory.

Except I knew that was a lie.

I would never forget Ashley.

  "I was there after you rejected her, I helped …."

" You helped her ?" I barked out a loud humorless laugh "you call fucking her, helping her ?"

Lance went to open his mouth but I held my hand up.
"Please spare me all this bullshit. Everyone knows you've been in love with her for years. And you found your way to worm yourself somewhere" I sneered "in her pants. Congratulations, you took advantage of her at her weakest. But don't think just because you managed to fuck her that will change anything. No matter what she would never, ever react to you the way she'll react to me!"

  "You son of a bitch, you so much as lay a hand on her and you're a dead man!" He pushed me hard and I stumbled back.

My fists clenched at my side as I watched him shaking, about ready to shift.

    "Touch me again" My voice wobbled with my tamed anger "and you'll regret it!"

He walked up so he was nose to nose, his eyes in angry slits.
"And you'll do what ?" He poked me in the chest hard.

  "I'm warning you." I said through clenched teeth.

Ian was definitely not liking being disrespected by someone below our rank, and I wasn't going to put up with it either.

   "Or you'll do what ?" Another poke "Huh?"

I shoved him so hard he stumbled landing on his ass.
"I warned you!"

In the next moment I jumped in the air shifting as I landed on four paws, my torn clothes littered around me.

  Lance shifted and his rusty colored wolf met me head first as he charged.

We fell apart and circled each other, daring the other to attack first.

My teeth were bared just waiting to sink into his fur and hurt him. My wolf craved his blood in our mouth.

  Lances eyes were pitch black, his wolf had control.

A man fighting out of rage is a dead man.