Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“Brian, whatever he rubbed on himself affects him and you, but not me. When they did it to me, I lost my mind. I was exposed to it when I was younger, for longer, and more frequently, but we don’t know how it works so it could harm you even in small doses. Step away.”
He considered his swimming brain and the implications of what his mate said and moved back.
“We’re going outside where we have fresh air. I don’t want you in the house with my mate,” Keith said. One hand still firmly wrapped around Rupert Junior’s throat, he dragged him toward the door, yanked it open, and walked onto the porch. “Jennifer,” he said to the pack member who had been waiting outside, “leave.”
“Alpha Berger said—”
“Go ahead and go,” Brian shouted from inside the house. He waited until he heard the car drive away and then he hurried out front and gave wide berth to Keith and Rupert as he stepped off the porch and into the driveway. From that distance, he could no longer smell whatever it was that had been invading his brain.
“Do you have a hose?” Keith asked.
“At the side of the house,” Brian answered.
“What are you doing?” Rupert Junior shouted. “Let go of me.”
“I’m going to wash that shit off you, you absolute fucking idiot.” Keith yanked Junior off the porch. He planted his feet, trying to stop him, but that just resulted in him losing his balance. Keith kept his hold on Junior’s neck and yanked him across the yard, his feet scraping the ground behind them. “After you put this concoction on Timothy Tillers, he became completely psychotic and blew up the Golden Valley Alpha house with himself in it, and you thought it was a good idea to put it on yourself?”
“My father said it’d be different because I’m only using it one time and I’m an Alpha not a weak Omega.”
“And that’s a chance you were willing to take?” Keith shook his head. “You’re dumber than I realized and I already thought you were a colossal idiot.”
Brian followed them across the yard, keeping his distance but watching the chaos unfold. “Who made the oil?” he asked. Now that they were outside and he could no longer smell Rupert Junior, he was thinking more clearly. Alpha Jackson and his son couldn’t have done this on their own. They didn’t possess that kind of skill.
Rupert Junior didn’t respond.
“Answer him,” Keith said, and when Junior didn’t, he threw him against the house. He flew through the air and hit it with a bang before landing in a heap on the ground. “Junior, another mistake in your parade of stupid was coming here with no backup. Do you really want to mess with me?” He glared at the larger man, who was quaking at his feet. “Remember what I did to you the last time you tried to fight me directly, RuRu? How old were you?” He paused. “Twenty, twenty-one, maybe? Which means I was eight. How do you think you’d do now?”
“Some witch chemist my father knows,” Rupert Junior hastily replied. “Are you going to kill me?”
“Probably.” Keith picked up the hose. “It’ll be upgraded to definitely if you don’t do what I say. Strip.”
“I’m not going to have sex with you!”
“Nobody wants that. Absofuckinglutely nobody. Now take off your clothes so I can wash that concoction off you.” He looked to the side at Brian. “Do you have any cleaner we can spray on him?”
“Spray?”
“I’d rather not touch him.”
Brian bristled at the thought of his mate touching anyone else. “Yes, but it’s inside. I’m not going to leave you alone with him. He could hurt you.” Though Brian had to admit, Keith looked to have the situation well in hand. His competence and control were sexy as hell, and if Brian weren’t reeling from the situation, he’d probably be extremely turned on.
“Seriously?” Keith rolled his eyes at Brian and then turned back to Rupert. “Hey, Junior, hurry up.”
He yanked his shirt off. “Do you want me to take my pants off too?”
“Were you actually dumb enough to rub that stuff on your dick?”
He shook his head. “Only on my neck and underarms.”
“You voluntarily coated your lymph nodes in an unnatural, dangerous substance. You do realize it’s penetrating your body, right?” Keith shook his head. “You haven’t done a single decent thing in your life and you’re too stupid to live, but you didn’t stand a chance with the father you have so an infinitesimal part of me pities you.” He dropped the hose and then punched the side of Rupert Junior’s head. He instantly crumpled to the ground, unconscious, and Keith looked over at Brian. “There. I paused him. He can’t hurt me. Can you please go get some cleaner now? I need to get that stuff off him before it does more damage.”