Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 962

Chapter 13 : Blow Up

*Sasha*

I stood with my back almost flush against the office door, cautious of approaching this new and apoplectic Lucas. I'd seen him angry, of course. But this? This was bad.

“Come. Here." Lucas's tone brooked no argument.

I swallowed and made my feet shuffle forward. He was probably still angry. I was insisting the temple under the library site was evil, making the whole project site evil. I imagined it was enough of a blow to his ego to have to give up the project, much less be accused of unleashing evil upon the world.

I wondered if Jay had felt this intimidated standing before Lucas. Probably not–Jay didn't seem to have the Alpha gene, like Lucas, but he also didn't strike me as one to just back down.

As Lucas glowered at me, I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. I wasn't one to just back down, either.

“Are you dating Donovan Clarke?!" Lucas surprised me by snapping.

So, it wasn't about the temple then. “What does it matter to you?" I countered, my own anger rising. How dare he question me about a part of my life he wanted no part in?

“Answer the question," Lucas barked.

Another Alpha command–I winced despite myself. “Why, yes. We'd just decided today before Brady hauled me out of Nostalgia." I raised my chin. “And he punched my new boyfriend."

“Break it off," Lucas ordered.

“Excuse me?" I frowned.

Lucas leaned over the desk. “Break. It. OFF!"

Now he was really pissing me off. “Why should I? Donovan's a nice guy who actually wants to spend time with me. It's not like there's anyone else in the running."

“You know that's not true," Lucas growled.

“Oh? Now you want back in? Is that what you're saying?" I sniffed.

Lucas ran a hand over his face. “I don't know."

I made a very unladylike noise and turned for the door. “When you figure it out, go take a flying leap. Donovan doesn't need to wrestle with himself over whether or not I'm worthy of his time."

“It's not about being worthy of my time. Of course, you're worthy of my time. You're worthy of every damn second," Lucas rumbled. “But things just aren't that simple. And Donovan just wants one thing from you, princess. And he'll promise you the moon to get it. Then he'll drop you right on your ass."

“You don't know that," I shot back. “You don't know him."

“I do, and I know his kind. He's not worthy of one hair on your head," Lucas said.

I raised my chin. “What if he's my mate?"

Lucas's growl shook the floorboards and the ceiling light tinged with an echoing vibration. “The Moon Goddess would never be that cruel."

“I don't get why you hate him so much," I sighed. “He's been nothing but polite to you."

“He touched what's mine," Lucas grunted.

I raised an eyebrow. “Am I yours, now? Is that what you think?"

Lucas fell silent.

I shook my head. “Whatever. I did want to talk to you about the library and the temple—“

“For love of–what is it with you and this temple?" Lucas all but yelled. “It's hard enough being laid off that project without people starting rumors about hoodoo evil. Are you trying to ruin my career?!"

“Lucas, it's not about your stupid career! I really think there's something bad down there… and… and… I think it latched onto me," I replied with a swallow. I shook my head again. “Forget it. Never mind. I hope you and your career are very happy together." I gripped the door handle.

Then Lucas was there, leaning over me, holding the door closed. His breath feathered the baby hairs on the back of my neck.

“What do you mean, it latched onto you?" Lucas murmured in my ear.

I felt shivers all the way down my spine, and not all of them from Lucas. The eyes were there again, watching me, watching us.

“Sasha?" Lucas ran his nose along the side of my neck.

I realized he was sniffing me. I wondered if there was a difference, now that the eyes had been following me.

His tongue flicked out and he licked the spot where I'd be marked one day. When I met my mate… well, when I was twenty-one and could actually sense him. My birthday was coming up soon. I'd know then if Lucas was my mate.

My eyes widened. Why was I thinking that?

Thinking of Lucas Black that way was only going to lead to heartbreak. Still, having him so close, oh, so close to me, made me weak at the knees.

“You really are scared," Lucas said, pulling me back from the brink of moaning. “I can taste it in your sweat."

“Gee, thanks," I replied, wrinkling my nose.

Lucas spun me around so my back was to the door. “You didn't walk to the temple edge on purpose."

I licked my lips. “No."

He watched my mouth and I saw his Adam's apple bob. “You weren't messing with me."

“No."

Lucas took a deep breath. “Then it's a good thing I took you off the project. I won't have you going anywhere near that place again."

“But, Lucas, other people—“

He brushed my hair behind my ear. “I'll take care of it, princess."