type gesture before walking off to give Tristan and I some
privacy.
"Two minutes." I shouted at my brother, holding
up two fingers to show him that was all the time I was allowing
Tristan to explain himself. The look of seriousness on my face made
Lonso's eyes widen as he nodded in agreement and stepped off to the
side not daring to go any further. I still wanted to go home, my
night's officially ruined anyway. How much worse can it get?
"Did you not hear me calling out for you for
help?" I spat out ensuring that Tristan was able to hear me over
the music. "Or were you too busy flirting up a storm with that!"
The tone of my voice raised an octave higher as I nodded my head
pointedly at the brunette standing by the bar watching us
argue.
Tristan inhaled a sharp breath, "You called for
me for help? When?" For some reason his perplexed demeanor only
pissed me off even more .Is he really that clueless or was he
whacked over the head with a stupid stick? Aren't mates supposed to
be able to sense when one is in danger or experiencing distress?
What happened there? Why was he brushing off the fact that I caught
him allowing Miss bionic boobs and butt over there to maul all over
him?
"When?" I shrieked, my voice cracking a bit
sounding like a teenage boy hitting puberty. By this point I was
absolutely livid. I could feel my face heating up as the venom
traveled through my blood stream, I was ready to strangle him.
He's lucky I was now in full control of my wolf.
With the rage I'm feeling I could've very well shifted in the
middle of Mondo! "Let's see, I'm just gonna take a wild guess here
and say WHEN you were busy with her!" My hand shot out and my
finger pointed directly at her accusingly.
"Baby, I swear I didn't hear you calling for
me." Tristan uttered in a panicked tone as he tried to reach out
for me. I shook my head at him in disbelief. How could he not hear
me, but my brothers did? Obviously, he was occupied with something
or shall I say someone way more important.
Did he kiss her? What could they have possibly
been standing there conversing about? What would possess him to
allow her to get that close, for what reason? It's not like he's
here at Mondo alone, the whole gang of us is here, including my
older brothers. It's blatant disrespect!
"Don't...touch me." I mumbled under my breath,
taking a step backwards away from him with tears springing to my
eyes. I felt betrayed. I'm surprised Tristan even heard me over the
music, but he did as he stared at me with a pained look in his
eyes.
"Please don't be angry. I don't know what's
going on right now." He murmured helplessly taking a step forward,
to be closer to me. "Let's leave, we'll go home together, ok?"
Tristan voice was filled with desperation, I've never seen him this
way before.
But then again, I've never experienced another
girl who was able to capture Tristan's attention the way the tramp
did. I'll admit she's got the body of a voluptuous woman, where I'm
still growing into mine. He's never allowed any other female,
besides his mother and mine the opportunity to get close to hug
him, let alone feel up on him.
Not able to say anything else to him in fear
that the tears would spill over, I directed my attention towards my
brother who was standing off to the side. His arms were crossed
over his chest leaning with his back against the wall. Lonso's eyes
were focused on the dance floor, but I know he heard every word
exchanged between Tristan and I.
Pushing himself up off the wall, Lonso glanced
over at me with a raised eyebrow. "Ready to go?" He questioned,
making sure that I really wanted to leave. I nodded my head yes in
response as Lonso came to stand in the open space between the two
of us. "I think it's best if you stay, give her some space." Lonso
advised patting Tristan on the shoulder.
Without a second glance, I stepped around
Tristan and made my way towards the door. I could feel the
intensity of his