Forget Me Not (Phased Moonlight Series Book 2) by Kasey Thompson Page A

“Come,” he said, taking her hand. “Your friends may be worried for your life.” 
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                  Trisha stifled a whimper as Koda’s anger thickened in the air. She leaned her body into Jackson’s, baring her neck. He slammed out of the room, quickly followed by his mate.
                  As he walked farther from the room, the anger dissipated, and she was able to breathe again.
                  “Damn,” Damion said, running his fingers through his hair. “What’s up his ass?”
                  “Hey,” Trisha said, angered by the rude remark about her alpha. “Lay off, Damion. You knew what you were doing when you said that. I saw that smirk on your face. Why’d you say it?” 
                  Damion shrugged. “Maybe I don’t agree with the guy she chose. Maybe I think she belongs with Emmett.”
                  Jackson snarled in her mind but managed to wear an impassive expression on his face. Trisha quickly laid a hand on his leg to calm him.
                  “You don’t know the whole story. Trust me. They don’t belong together. She was made for Koda.”
                  “Oh, c’mon! She loves Emmett! She wouldn’t have slept with him if she didn’t.”
                  “We’ve all made mistakes,” Jackson said lowly.
                  “Maybe she did love him at one point,” Trisha interjected before a fight broke out, “but she’s with Koda now, and they’re both in it for the long haul. Sooner or later, you have to accept it.” 
                  “I don’t have to accept anything. She belongs with Emmett.”
                  “Well, we respect your opinion, and I guess you have a right to express it, however,” Jackson said, his voice even and calm, “should you continue to try and sabotage their relationship, you will be sorry.”
                  “Is that a threat?” Damion asked, his jaw tense.
                  Jackson leaned forward, and a frightening smile crossed his face as he rested his elbows on his knees. “No. I don’t make threats. I make promises, and if you ever challenge me, you will lose.”
                  Damion’s face paled, and Trisha saw a flash of ear in his eyes. “All right, guys, that’s enough. Quit thinking with the heads between your legs and try using the ones between your ears instead,” she scolded, rolling her eyes at them. 
                  Every male in the room gaped at her in shock while Ally and Faith gripped their sides in laughter.
                  “Admit it, mate,” Jackson growled in her mind. “You prefer the one between my legs.”
                  Trisha snarled at him. “That’s besides the point.”
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                  C eolus snarled as he watched Koda drag Sera from the burning building. His wolves stood around him, cowering as he shook with rage. “Who set off the explosives?” he demanded.
                  When no one answered, he spun on his heels, whipping his long black hair around his face. The right side of his neck was scarred from his encounter with the Stephano family, and his dull gray eyes glowed as he addressed his pack.
                  “Did I mumble? Who set off those damn explosives?”
                  Again, no one answered.
    He lunged at the nearest wolf, gripping his throat.
                  “Calm yourself, Alpha,” a voice purred in his mind.
                  He dropped the whimpering wolf to the ground, and the other four collapsed as well. He knew they were not dead, for he could see their chests moving, but he was still concerned. He was not worried about their lives, of course, for they were expendable, and he had many wolves in the pack who could easily replace them. Rather, he was concerned that