Chapter 143: Territorial Instincts
Chapter 143: Territorial Instincts
Vivian’s POV"Can I be the narrator then?"
I frowned immediately and looked past Zaliver’s broad shoulder.
Who the hell is that? Why does he sound so familiarly irritating?
Zaliver rolled his pale eyes and looked down at me, his facial expression flattening completely.
"Albericus is at the door. Don’t attack him," he said plainly before turning and heading toward the main entrance.
"Why would I attack Algeb "
The second his foot crossed the threshold, I snapped.
A violent wave of blinding fury rushed straight through me, red-hot and terrifyingly instinctual. I lunged forward before I could even process the thought, sharp claws ready
"Jezus, woman!"
Albericus jumped back just in the nick of time, barely avoiding my lethal swipe, but Zaliver grabbed me from behind before I could go in for another vicious round. His massive arms locked tightly around me, strong and unyielding, lifting my feet completely off the ground.
"It was worth a try," Zaliver muttered under his breath, turning me firmly away from the doorway. I writhed and twisted wildly in his hold, trying desperately to break free.
"You knew she was gonna attack me, and you still made me come in?! What kind of Alpha lets his Luna try to brutally kill his charming, handsome, loyal Beta who’s done nothing but work hard for this pack? Are you "
"SHUT UP!" Zaliver growled out, his deep voice resounding like thunder through the house.
He spun me around and pinned my back flat against the living room wall, pressing his broad body firmly into mine to keep me completely still. Both of my wrists were trapped high above my head in just one of his massive hands.
I snarled viciously at the green-eyed pest still standing in the doorway. Albericus. Or, as I preferred to call him, Algebra. He bared his sharp teeth back at me in return, looking just as ready to throw down and fight.
But Zaliver forced my gaze right back to him, pressing his forehead gently to mine.
"Come on, Vivian," he murmured softly against my ear. "It’s Alber... Algebra, like you call him."
His voice was soft now, deeply coaxing and calm.
From behind him, the male groaned out dramatically.
"No! Not you too, man!" he whined like a kicked, miserable puppy. He slapped both of his hands against his head and started swaying dramatically as if he’d just suffered the ultimate betrayal.
And yeah, it was definitely Algebra. I recognized that ridiculously annoying theatrical display anywhere.