Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 6 Wrestling My Mate
“I didn’t like that k*iss, and I am not k*issing anyone,” I muttered through gritted teeth. Caspian was smirking, and he could tell I knew what he would say next.
“You guys can make a decision because, honestly speaking, I didn’t enjoy that k*iss, but she was —going strong on me, trying to shove her tongue down my throat, and ew—I don’t even want to recall how bad she tasted.”
Those insults made me take a deep breath and clench my fists. The other a*ssholes nodded as they agreed to the most entertaining version of the truth.
“Ah! I suspected it. Thanks for taking a fall for us. I am not k*issing those l*ips,” Emre shrugged.
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As silence deepened, their eyes landed on Wolvin, who instantly looked away from me and commented, “She is not my type. I am not k*issing her either.”
I don’t know why I was standing here, listening to these men insult me. And then it was time for Bellamy to open his nasty mouth.
“I have a girlfriend, and luckily, she is a better k*isser than anyone. She tastes so—,” he said, stopping after realizing he could not gush over his girlfriend in front of us.
“Caspian must be very desperate to taste those l*ips that her ex also rejected,” Bellamy, who was still not over the fact that Caspian texted his girlfriend, quickly switched sides.
“Hey, I didn’t do anything. She jumped on me like a hungry tigress,” Caspian lied, while the other three secretly looked my way.
“She—was wild?” Emre, who claimed to not want to t*ouch me, asked in a meek tone.
“These a*ssholes were talking about your body a few hours ago,” Caspian pointed accusingly at the others, trying to deflect the attention from himself. I realized my sweet and clean image was meant to be exposed. I was never silent. But because I was afraid of losing my life to any angry wolf, I shut my tongue. But it no longer served any purpose.
In the past, I used to act like a helpless and obedient little thing in order to avoid getting into any trouble or, worse, getting killed. But now that these big men were paid to protect me, I felt like I could finally be myself and let them do their job.
“You guys can keep lighting. I’m going out to practice,” I declared, but the a*ssholes just chuckled in response.
Their mocking laughter made me feel uneasy, so I hurried out to the front garden to jog and clear my mind.
The weather was absolutely incredible that day. Normally, I would wake up and get dressed just to sit on the balcony and read books, but on this day, I felt the urge to hold a weapon and learn how to fight. I had only finished my first round of jog when I returned to my spot and found my mates waiting for me on the front porch, hoping to be entertained.
As I watched them take their seats with snacks and beer cans in hand, Wolvin stood off to the side, leaning forward with his hands on the roof. “It’s fine,” I told myself, trying to push aside any doubts or distractions. “They’re just trying to ruin my motivation.” I then dropped down for a set of push-ups.
“What is she doing?” I heard Emre ask.
“I think she’s looking for something,” Wolvin responded. “It must have fallen on the grass.”
“I think she calls them push-ups,” Caspian joked, and the others laughed, feeling frustrated, I gave up on my attempted exercise and decided to do planks instead.
“Her h*ips are too heavy to stay up. It’s literally dragging her down,” Bellamy commented before cracking open a beer can.
“She needs a good lesson on almost everything,” Emre mumbled.
I had finally had enough of their bullying. Living with such egotistical men had become a daily challenge.
“Huh!” I jumped up and glared at them, my hands on my h*ips. “The one talking is the warrior who was kicked out. I wonder why?” I scoffed, directing my attack at Emre. I knew he was the ex-warrior who had been banished from the pack with his mother.
I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t need a reason to take a hit on his ego. The looks on the others’ faces as they secretly made fun of Emre over my comments were a clear indication that I had gotten under his skin. I had succeeded in screwing him over mentally.
Without taking anything into consideration, he began to come forward in a threatening way. “Says the weakest one,” Emre yelled, stopping a little farther from where I was.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Bellamy screamed from behind him. “How about you two have a match? If she’s able to punch you even once, we’ll consider her stronger than you. And if she can’t, then she’ll have to clean the house and do our chores for a week.”
The only good things about Bellamy were his body and face. He was extremely manipulative and would use his tactics to make everyone do what he wanted, which irked me. However, I could also tell that he had temperament issues.
Despite this, his recent offer didn’t sound too bad to me.
“How hard can one punch be? It’s not like he can punch me back because that’s not part of the rules,” I thought to myself.
“No!” Emre suddenly changed his tone and turned around to leave when the others began to laugh at him.
“Don’t tell us you’re afraid of a weak omega,” Caspian chuckled, with Wolvin smiling as well.
“I’m not going to fight someone who’s weaker than me,” Emre’s words made me frown.
“Just say it, you’re afraid she’ll land a punch or two on your face,” Wolvin shrugged, standing on the side of the others with his long hair flowing in the wind.
The pause Emre took was wasted on his eyes fixated on the others.
After giving it a brief thought, he finally agreed to it and briskly made his way toward me.
“You want to know who the weak one is here? Let’s do it then,” Emre said, taking off his shirt in one fell swoop. His perfectly toned abs and tanned skin made me gulp, and I shyly looked away while he got ready for the match.
“We’re betting on you, Princess!” That’s when the others yelled to annoy Emre. It was only then that I realized they weren’t even on each other’s side. They just loved free entertainment. Nothing was a serious matter to them.
Emre hunched over to prepare for my attack while I had my fists up, and we both walked in circles. The other guys were cheering me on, even though they weren’t on my side.
With all my pent-up frustration and anger boiling inside me, I launched a ferocious punch at Emre, determined to land a solid hit. But to my surprise, he was quick on his feet and effortlessly sidestepped my attack, causing me to stumble forward. I quickly regained my balance, clenched my fist, and prepared to strike again.
I lunged at Emre once more, fueled by a burning desire to make contact with his smug face. But again, he managed to avoid my blow with ease, sidestepping to the left and watching me with a look of amusement.
As my rage continued to build, I could feel my patience wearing thin. Why couldn’t I land a single hit on this guy? He wasn’t even trying that hard to defend himself.
Determined to end this once and for all, I launched myself at him with all the force I could muster, hoping to grab his arm and stop him from moving. But he was too quick for me, easily shaking me off and pushing me away.
Before I knew’ it, he had grasped my arm and expertly twisted it around, pinning it painfully against my back. The sudden jolt of pain made me gasp out loud, and I knew I was defeated.
But just as I thought things couldn’t get any worse, a sudden, scaring pain shot through my body, causing me to cry out in agony. I felt a sickening crunch, and my world spun out of control. I crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain, as Emre let go of my arm.
The pain was like nothing I had ever experienced before—a white-hot intensity that seemed to consume my entire being. I let out an ear-piercing scream that echoed through the surrounding wilderness, scaring away any nearby animals.
“Emre, what have you done?” The others shouted in alarm as they rushed toward me. But I was barely conscious, my mind clouded by the intense pain that consumed me.
He freaking broke my arm.