Filed to story: Luna Lovette and Alpha Kodak Story
“You seem fond of my niece,” said Don, squinting, as he crossed his arms over his chest in a very confrontational posture. “And you’re certainly possessive of her. Still, I’m not buying the true mate thing. Nor am I buying that you’ve mated with her because you care for her. Being fond of her and wanting her with you for life are two very different things. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful that you got her away from her father who was a bastard to her. My issue is that I’ve heard all about your reputation, Coleman, and I promise you now if I find out you’ve got my niece involved in anything dangerous you’ll have me to deal with.”
Resisting the urge to grip him by the throat, Kodak took a threatening step toward him and cocked his head. It pleased his wolf when the other male backed up a little. “You know what pisses me off most about what you just said? That you think you have the right to act the caring uncle now. Where were you when she was growing up? Like you just said, Lance was always a bastard to her and yet you left her there with him believing that there would never be a true mate to come along and take her away. You didn’t even keep in touch with her, did you? No. So don’t think you get to stand here and be all high and mighty with me or that being my mate’s uncle will save you. Lovette might care about you, but I don’t, and I sure as shit won’t have anyone saying she’s not my mate.”
“You’re right,” he conceded, surprising Kodak, “I wasn’t there for her. I will be from here on out though. I want her to be happy. I want her to have the kind of mating you’ve seen tonight and I’m not sure you can give her that. I don’t see how you’ll bring anything to her life other than danger and trouble.”
He was right of course and that only nettled Kodak’s agitated state. “As Lovette would say, if I wanted to hear from an ass, I’d fart.”
“Kodak,” said Lovette cautiously as she approached and took in the tension, “everything okay?” Slipping a slender arm between the two male bodies that were almost pressed together, she stroked Kodak’s chest.
“Fine, baby,” he replied, using her closeness to calm him. “I’m just getting an idea of what it’s like for you when you have to listen to my grandmother’s shit.”
Rolling her eyes and groaning, Lovette looked at Don. “I really hope you haven’t just done the man-to-man talk when you’ve only been back in my life five minutes.”
Don sighed. “That’s pretty much what he just said. I just want you to be happy and -“
“Well I was until you put Kodak in a bad mood.”
“I know you, Lovette. Beneath that hard exterior you’re not so different from your mom. You want kids and commitment and a happily ever after – he can’t give you that.”
“If I was pining for the pitter patter of tiny little feet, I’d buy a kitten and put slippers on it. And what do you know about what Kodak can or can’t give me? You don’t even know him.”
“I know this mating isn’t real -“
“Watch what you say,” she snapped. Her wolf growled inside her head, just as incensed as she was by those words. A much louder growl was coming from Kodak.
“You deserve better, you can have better – plenty of wolves would be happy to mate with you. Hell, there are wolves here who’d be happy to mate with you.”
Lovette wasn’t in the least bit surprised when Kodak’s eyes flashed wolf and he made a move toward Don. Quickly she placed herself in front of him and wrapped both arms tightly around his waist. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” she whispered. He halted but released a chilling growl.
Don was quieter as he said in a shaky voice, “He’s not good for you.”
“If that’s how you feel then I guess we part here.”
“Lovette -“
“No. We’re leaving.” Rubbing her chin on Kodak’s chest she said, “Come on, Flinstone, let’s go.” But his entire focus was on Don.
Don tried again. “Lovette, I -“
“I said no. You insulted my mate. If you were anyone else, I’d go for your throat. Now back off.”
“Let them be, Don,” ordered Nick who was walking up behind them. He nodded respectfully at Lovette and Kodak.
“Thank you for inviting us, Nick,” she said quietly. Pressing her body weight against Kodak, she tried urging him to move. No effect, unsurprisingly. “Come on. Let’s go home.” The word ‘home’ seemed to penetrate his ‘Must kill Don’ haze because a little of the tension left his body and he gave her a very slight nod. Mute and Terminator-stiff, he walked her to the car and had them out of Nick’s territory in seconds.
When minutes later he showed no signs of calming or becoming less robotic, she was tempted to try to talk to him. However, she somehow sensed that, for whatever reason, Kodak needed to be alone with his thoughts right now. Going with that instinct, she turned her focus to the view ahead and said nothing.
Kodak had thought that the further he got from that other pack the more he would calm. That just wasn’t happening. Maybe it should have been Don’s claim that Kodak wasn’t good for Lovette that was agitating him. Or maybe his claim that she wanted things that Kodak couldn’t give her. Or maybe even Don’s suggestion that she stay with his pack and mate with another wolf. But no. As much as all that had seriously pissed him off, it wasn’t any of that that was responsible for his mood. What had him as annoyed as fuck right now was that Lovette had defended him.
No female other than his mother or Greta had ever defended him. Not only had Lovette done that, she had basically chosen him over her uncle. It pissed him off that it meant something to him when it shouldn’t have. What annoyed him more was that he couldn’t be sure if that had been real or she had just been sticking with their true mate act. He tried telling himself that it didn’t matter. Tried telling himself that it wasn’t relevant, but it goddamn was to him.
He was sick of her doing things that touched him like that and then left him sitting there wondering if he was looking too deep into things or if she was having the same inner struggle as him.
Like the way she snapped if anyone questioned their mating as she had with Brodie and her uncle. Was it because her sense of possessiveness now ran bone deep just as his did, or was it just her wolf? Like how she held back from marking him. Was that because she was already finding it hard to remain detached, or was it only her wolf finding it hard? And like how she had repeatedly tried so hard to help him form so many alliances when he had never asked that of her. Was it because she cared for him in some way and wanted to help him, or was it that she just wanted to help the pack as a whole?
He didn’t want to be going through this weird inner struggle on his own and, as idiotic as it was, he wanted her to care about him. Mostly because he was afraid that he just might care about her.
And so his bad mood remained with him throughout the long journey home and was still there hours later while he was sat on one of the chairs by the lake soaking up the midday sun. He knew Lovette wouldn’t let him brood in peace much longer so it wasn’t a surprise when he heard footsteps. Unfortunately it turned out that those footsteps didn’t belong to Lovette.
“Hey,” called out Dante in his usual gruff voice.
“What do you want?”
“Yes I will have a seat, thank you, Alpha.”
“No one likes a smart ass.”
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