Amia
“No one was stalking me Dylan. I came here with the two of them, we drove here together. They were giving me privacy while I talked. They’re my friends, Dylan, that’s all,” I said, hoping to convince him.
“I don’t believe a single word coming from that whore mouth of yours,” Dylan growled. “Nor do I remember asking you for an explanation.”
“You kind of did,” Liz said rudely.
“I don’t think I remember asking you human,” Dylan snarled.
“And I don’t—”
“Don’t talk to her that way,” I said.
“What?” Dylan asked.
“Don’t talk to Liz that way. You aren’t angry with her, you’re angry with me. They care about me and they don’t want to see me… they don’t want to see me hurt,” I said.
“I don’t care who they are to you. You are mine, you belong to me, and I don’t have to explain myself to anyone,” Dylan spat.
“Maybe not,” Calum started, “but you have to explain yourself to me.”
“Oh? And why would I give two shits about what you think?” Dylan asked.
He yanked his arm free from Levi’s grip, but Levi didn’t budge. He stayed on Dylan, his eyes tracked his movements, ready to stop him from doing anything unnecessary. I don’t know if that’s even possible. Levi doesn’t know who Dylan is, he doesn’t know what Dylan is.
“Levi…” I started.
“What did I tell you about talking to others?” Dylan asked.
“I…”
“Shut your mouth, or I will,” Dylan warned.
He turned back to Calum, but was met with his chest. Calum was on his feet, his hands still on the table, and his gaze on Dylan. They were a murderous yellow as his wolf pushed himself forward. I swallowed as I stared at him. Is this the power that an alpha wields?
“All I’ve seen since you’ve walked through that door is that you’re a sad little piece of shit who doesn’t deserve her. You’ve proven that you’re a asshole who cuts she-wolves down with that sharp tongue of yours. I wouldn’t be fucking surprised if I found out that you’ve touched her, and I promise you this, if you have you’ll regret it pup,” Calum and his wolf warned.
“Again,” Dylan started as he leaned closer to Calum, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I’ll have your head for speaking to me this way.”
“Why don’t you try me, right now?” Calum asked.
“Who are you?” Dylan spat.
“I’m Calum Caddel,” Calum said.
“Caddel?” Dylan asked, his forehead creased in thought and his brows pulled tight. “As in—”
“As in Alpha Calum of the Blue Stone pack,” Calum said cockily.
For the first time since he walked through the cafe door, Dylan was speechless. He leaned back and straightened up. Alpha’s were to be shown respect and he was still jut an heir. A growl rumbled in his throat.
“Why are you here with him?” Dylan demanded.
“I…”
“Amia is my daughter,” Calum said. Dylan’s eyes widened as she looked back and forth between me and Calum. “So not only have you barged into my meeting, disrespected me, and threatened me, but you verbally abused my daughter in front of me. If I were you, I would leave now. I do my best to follow the laws of our kind, but if you stay any longer, I’ll rip that thick skull of yours from your body.”
“I will not leave without her,” Dylan spat.
“You will, or I’ll kill you where you stand pup,” Calum said. Dylan growled and stomped his foot. He shot me a death glare before he turned from the table. “Ah-ah-ah. I need your name. How can I file a report or speak with your parents if I don’t know your name?” Calum asked.
“Dylan… Dylan Cadmus,” Dylan said.
“Of?” Calum asked.
“Of the Bleeding Moon pack,” Dylan gritted out.
“You’re Brett’s son?” Calum asked. Dylan didn’t answer. “How disappointing,” Calum sighed. “You’re dismissed, pup.” Dylan turned from our table, but looked at Liz and Levi.
“The two of you are on my radar,” Dylan smiled.
He turned and left without another word, but I didn’t move until the door opened and closed behind him. I sighed and slumped in my seat. Calum sat in his seat and leaned back.
“Goddess,” I murmured.
“You sure know how to pick em,” Calum said.
“I don’t want to hear it from you,” I sighed.
“I hate to say it to you, but I think someone here has to,” Calum started.
“So don’t. Don’t say anything,” I said.
“Your taste is as bad as your mother’s,” Calum said.
He smiled at me sadly. He was talking about himself, but his words hit too close to home. I had refused to admit that my problems with Dylan were too similar to the problems mom had with Greg. I hated thinking that I was repeating her problems, her mistakes, and going to end up with the same type of man. A piece of shit.
“Dylan and I are…” I trailed off.
“Let me guess. Just friends?” Calum asked. I didn’t say anything. “Why don’t you introduce me to your real friends?”
“Why should I?” I asked.
Levi cleared his throat and I looked up at him. He hadn’t taken a seat even though Dylan was gone. He stayed standing and offered his hand out slowly to Calum. Calum stared at his outstretched hand, his eyes back to their normal brown before he looked up at Levi. He reached out and gripped Levi’s hand firmly.
“I’m Levi. It’s a pleasure to meet Ami’s father,” Levi said with a dip of his chin.
“It’s great to know that my daughter has true friends that have her back,” Calum said.
“My name is Liz. It’s nice to meet you. We’ll go back to our seats. We were just—” Liz said.
“Watching out for her?” Calum asked.
“Yes,” Liz blushed.
“Thank you,” Calum said.
“I’m not going to be much longer,” I told them.