Anya immediately follows the Alpha's orders as she gets off Mylo. She ball her fist beside her, irritated and unable to understand why the Alpha Twins loves bothering Mylo so much.
"You are in the wrong room, Alpha."
"I don't care, move away from him," Ryker's tone is cold, leaving no room for arguments but Anya persists.
"Why? Mylo and I are dating."
"What?" Ryker takes a step forward, taking in Anya's appearance, from down her toes up the crown of her head. His pheromones rising, spreading like a hot balloon that would push Anya down on her knees.
Mylo whines on the bed, feeling restless and hot all over his body.
He begins to unbutton the buttons of his shirts.
"Repeat what you just said to me."
"Mylo and I are seeing each other, Alpha," She rubs her throats, unable to breathe, her face pale.
Ryker leans forward, his tone deep, "I'm going to spare your life because of your father. So don't allow me to see you inches close to him again, do you understand me?"
Anya is stubborn, she shakes her head, "He is interested in me, Alpha. I do not understand why you are butting in. He is human and he has no business with you werewolves."
Ryker stands up straight, resting his hands inside his pocket, "He is mine and I won't warn you again, get the fuck out."
"This is my bedroom and…"
"Out!" Ryker points at the door, "Now!"
Anya knows she can't continue disobeying the Alpha even if she wanted to. She stood up, bowing her head respectfully as she walks out of the room.
Ryker shuts the door, locking it.
He walks closer to Mylo, standing beside the bed.
His heart has the nerve to beat fast at how Mylo is sprawled out on the bed, with his chest open, his navel open as the down part of his shirt has hiked up, his legs spread open as he is mumbling something under his breath.
Ryker wonders for the nth time why someone like this boy should be his fated mate.
He is below his league and the league after yet he feels so right with him.
Ryker sits on the bed, letting his intrusive thoughts win as he caresses Mylo's face with the back of his fingers. He pushes a few strands of hairs out of his face
"Are you a fool? How can you be my mate?"
Mylo whines softly, trying to peel the shirt off his body, "Hot, it's hot."
Ryker stood up, fetching a bowl of cold water, picking up the towel he saw hanging in Anya's bathroom. He comes back with supernatural fast steps, digging the towel in the water as he cleans Mylo's body with it.
Mylo giggles, kicking his feet.
And then, he opens his eyes slowly, watching the person before him.
Something inside him tells him he is in danger but he doesn't know from which direction.
He sits up, using his last strength in his body to crawl away, trying to stop the Alpha from touching his body,.
"I told you already, I don't like men, I don't like you."
Ryker stays still for a good three seconds.
"Stay away from me, I'm not gay… I don't like men," Mylo crawls away, almost falling off the bed.
Ryker recollects himself quickly and grabs Mylo by the collar, dragging his body back to bed.
Ryker knows he has never asked Mylo or say anything like that to him. Which means Mylo mistakes him for Royce.
That means he and Royce were still talking further.That means Royce has asked him some personal questions.
Ryker should not be surprised that he and the brother could be attracted to the same person but Mylo was his fated mate, not just anyone.
"Don't touch me," Mylo struggles, making sure he gets away from this Alpha that wants to touch him so badly.
"Don't eat me… don't eat me, please."
Ryker gently slaps Mylo on both cheeks, trying to keep him awake, "You mistake me for my brother, snap out of it."
Ryker explains plainly, hating that he has to defend himself in front of this boy.
Mylo's brain knows better, he knows neither of them is good news. And he is supposed to escape from him no matter what, but instead, he burst out laughing, pointing at Ryker's head.
"I can't… I can't even differentiate between the two of you. You should dye your hair gold so I can know."
Mylo giggles softly, his eyes shut.
Ryker is more than flabbergasted.
No one has ever laughed at him with such a harmless smile. No one has ever pointed a finger at him guiltlessly.
"You are such a fool," Ryker lets out a breathy laugh, amused by Mylo's suggestion.
Soon, Mylo's stomach was churning painfully. He began restlessly throwing his body from side to side, holding his stomach.
And then suddenly, he pushed himself up and throws up loudly on Ryker's shirt. He retches up everything in his stomach, until he had nothing left.
Ryker does not dare move away, instead he holds Mylo's body still, rubbing his back slowly until Mylo was finally done. And then he slumped forward, his head falling on Alpha Ryker's shoulders.
"What am I doing?" Ryker asks himself, finding his situation unbelievable.
He has never had anyone throw up on him before… He doesn't even feel repulsive about it.
This is bullshit!
He shakes Mylo's shoulders, trying to get him awake,"Hey, don't fall asleep yet. Tell me where you live, you need to go home."
He huffs a breath at Mylo's unresponsive state.
He has no choice but to slowly puts him back on the bed, cleaning him up before pulling the pink blankets over his shoulders.
He sat there, with his hands crossed over his chest as he watched Mylo's beautiful resting face.
He refuses to think of all the fading red marks he has seen on the boy's body.
He sat awake with a sleeping Mylo, until the sun was peeking out the sky and then, he stood up and walked outside the door.
He gives Zeke a hard smack on the head, causing the young human to jump awake. His eye glasses nearly falling off his face as he scrambles to get up on his feet.
He had been sleeping outside the door, he couldn't go home without Mylo.
"Alpha," Zeke bows his head, his hands searching for his pants pocket as he tries to keep his composure.
"Get your friend home and inform him that I will be needing a new shirt."
Zeke fears that won't be possible.
He wanted to let the Alpha know that Mylo would not be able to afford his shirt. That it is best he gives his best friend a more suitable punishment.
But before he could open his mouth to say something, Alpha Ryker had already walked downstairs.