CHAPTER 25. RAGED
RYDER
I chugged down the last of the whiskey and loved how it burnt in my throat. Again, I checked my wristwatch and it got me pacing around.
The fireplace was warm enough to tune down the coldness my rage had brought along with it.
Once again, I thought about mind-linking him but no, I still wasn't buying that thought.
It would be an easy rant if I just mind-linked him. I'd rather wait until he shows up.
The approaching footsteps got my head snapping up and speaking of the devil!
“Ryder–“
I cut him off with a hard punch to his mouth and he lost his balance, falling headfirst into one of the couches.
“You were supposed to watch her!“ I yelled, and I felt Red come alive, eager to tear him apart.
“Ryder, chill the fuck out!“ he yelled back, staggering to his feet. “What's this about?“
“Hara got hurt on your watch. I should have your head at my feet for your incompetence!“
“Take it easy, man. I never meant for it to happen,“ Jason said, trying to tone down my rage.
“But it fucking happened! And you were there. You were right there in that hall when she walked in. If you weren't so lost in your half-assed hump with that crazy bimbo, you'd have gotten to her faster than you did!!“
“How was I supposed to know she was gonna get smacked on the face?“
“But that's why I sent you to her! You're there to protect her from incidents like this. But you failed on your first day!“
“I'm sorry, man.“
“If sorry was gonna fix this, I wouldn't have punched you now, would I?“ I seethed. “You fucking porn addict!“
“Take it easy with the low blow,“ he groaned. Of course, he hated being called a 'porn addict'. He thinks the name was disparaging. He'd rather be referred to as a 'casanova'.
“I would have sent you straight to hell right now if you weren't my Beta!“
“C'mon Ryder, you're overreacting!“
“Overreacting?! Are you fucking kidding me?!“ I grabbed his collar in a chokehold, bringing him so miserably close to feel every inch of my ragged breathing.
“Ryder–“
“I just watched my mate get smacked on her face. She was so freaked out that I think my suspicion was right after all,“
“What suspicion?“ he choked out his words.
“That she'd been abused. Her drastic facial changes were enough to know that she's been beaten up a lot these past years. And I swore on my life that I'm gonna kill every bastard that laid their filthy hands on her,“
He was silent and it peaked my rage. I tightened my hold on him and he gasped, fighting to break free.
“I didn't lay my hands on her!“
“That's the only reason you're still alive, jackass!“ I spat. “A penny for your thoughts,“
“It's nothing. I was just trying to figure out how you knew about the incident in the bar,“
“I got the CCTV footage. And dear Goddess, you're such a perverted porn addict. I thought I was gonna gag from watching you,“
“C'mon, Ryder. You know how stubborn my boners are. I did what I had to do,“
“You're disgusting!“ I let go of him and trailed back to the small stool where my whiskey was. I grabbed the bottle and emptied it in a deep draught.
”I'm sorry, man.“
His apologies were like water on a rock, meaningless.
“Did she get home safely?“ my voice was wrapped up in emotions.
“Yes. She did,“
“Good,“ I mumbled.
”Hara doesn't remember running into me outside your office,“ He said.
“That's great.“ I felt him itchy to say something and I turned around to look at him. “What is it?“
“She lives in Rackline, man. That's suicide,“
“I know that. And I'm dying to get her out of that hellhole. I'm scared too. If the flood persists and infiltrates our pack, Rackline is the first place it's gonna hit,“
“My point exactly. You should just get her out of that place,“
”I will. But right now, I got to go do something important,“
“What's that?”
“Kill that bastard who hurt her!“
”Ryder, c'mon, I already took care of it.“
“A few punches is not close to being enough. He needs to have a real taste of agony.“
“Bur–“
“But nothing. And you need to train. You punch like a weakling now.“
I walked past him but he was quick to block my path.
“Don't do this!“
“Get the fuck out of my way,“ I growled. Red was crouching in the back of my mind. For some reason, he's always wanted to have a taste of Jason.
“He's a member of your pack…“
“And Hara's my mate! The bastard dared to lay a hand on her. That's unforgivable!“
“If you kill him, tongues are gonna wag. Your people will see you as a monster,“
“If I let him live one more day, then I'm unworthy of being Hara's mate. I don't wanna feel unworthy!“
“Ryder!!“
“Will you both tone it down?!“ Father barked, barging into the living room. “You're gonna bring down the walls of this building,“
He was dressed in his night robe and his eyes held a great dose of sleep. Seems like we woke him up.
“I'm sorry, Father. Jason was just leaving, and I have something to take care of,“ I cast him one last glare before storming off.
I drove into the highway and quickly emailed Tiffany the bastard's picture. I needed her to track him down.
Just then, I got a beep. Tiffany just emailed me his location. It was another bar. Sonafabitch!
I screeched to the other side of the road, taking the route that would lead me to him.
Almost nearing the neighborhood, I spotted him on the sidewalks. He was a walking disaster and was still gulping down his drink, despite how inebriated he was.
I hit the gear and drove up to him, knocking him off his feet with my car. I watched him through my rearview as he spun in the air before crashing to the floor. No way he would survive such a fall.
I got out of the car and walked to where he lay lifeless.
“Have a nice time in hell, bastard!“
I waited to see if he'd show any signs of resuscitation in him. He didn't. He was dead.
Convinced, I hurried back into my car and drove off. I was gonna return to the palace, but my hands seemed to have a mind of their own and they were taking me to Rackline.
The neighborhood was quiet and eerie. It was already midnight. I'd be branded as a creep if I go knock on her door at this odd hour.
I waited in my car, not sure why though. But I couldn't bring myself to drive away.
And just when I finally decided to drive off, I saw a movement in her window. Then there she was, sticking her head out through the window and staring dreamily at the stars.
The gleam from the stars gave her face magnificent lit. I saw the bruise on her cheek and my only consolation was the fact that the bastard was already dead.
I stuck around until she shut her window and turned off the lights.
I drove back to the palace and was locked in the comfort of my room.
I was spotting a boner, tried to ignore it at first but it got me somewhat uncomfortable.
I went into the bathroom to jerk off.
It was hard to get me to cum, but when I do, I cum a lot. I would have made use of porn videos if they worked on me. But they didn't.
Most times I jerk off but I don't cum, so I'm stuck with the boner. I hope that wouldn't be the case tonight. Tomorrow, I'd be visiting the flooded packs, moving around with a boner isn't a fate I'd gladly sign up for.
When I grabbed my shaft to get to work, I shut my eyes and there she was in my imagination. I was thrusting inside of her, and she was welcoming each thrust with her enchanting screams of pleasure. And she was here, on my bed, naked.
I hadn't realized how lost I'd been in my imagination until I felt the hot slimy substance on my hand.
I opened my eyes to my cums spewed in different directions in the bathroom.
I leaned against the wall, shutting my eyes again, deciding to live in my imagination through the night. Because somehow, I fancied it more than my reality. In my imagination, we were together, and we were happy.