Caught Between Them

We sat in the war room examining the map Logan had laid out. We had reportedly caught a rogue wolf spy and it mean one thing. Vincent was still after us. Logan sat at the head of the table as the alpha, there was an empty chair beside him where Brock should sit but instead he was leaning on the wall on the far corner of the room.

“We can attack them” someone suggested and Logan shook his head.

“We can’t do that Morris, it’s not our style” Logan said, Morris scowled.

“Stop being weak Logan” he said and everyone gasped, no one called the alpha weak. Logan stare was unreadable.

“You’ve got guts” a cold deep voice said and everyone turned.

Brock.

He walked to Morris and told before him. Morris was tall but Brock was no at his level in terms of height and build. Morris stared back defiantly and I wondered if he had a death wish.

“We need a strong alpha not some weakling” Morris growled and Brock’s green eyes darkened.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Say that again” he said, his voice gave me chills. Morris sneered.

“We need……..” an uppercut cut him shut and Morris flew backwards from the impact, he crashed into a wall and slumped unconscious. Brock turned back to the group and nodded. I caught Logan mouthing the words ‘Thank you but that wasn’t necessary’ but Brock ignored him and walked back to his spot.

Logan cleared his throat and surveyed the room.

“Since we have no idea when they are gonna attack, we have to prepare” he said and turned to Brock. “You’ll keep on training Amelia, my mate” he said. I risked a glance at Brock who looked as if he wanted to object but he kept quiet and nodded.

“Good” Logan continued and stood. “Let’s prepare” he said, winked at me and left. The room emptied of people until it was just me and Brock.

Once everyone left he glared at me like it was my fault Logan asked him to train me.

“What?” I asked innocently, trying hard not to smirk.

“Did you force Logan to get me to train you” he growled and I shrugged.

“No” I said and he scowled.

“Don’t mess with me” he said and I chuckled.

“I wish, but no I am not messing with you. Perhaps it’s fate” I teased and he huffed bringing a smile to my face.

“Fuck fate” Brock said, running a hand through this hair. He headed for the door___

“Brock” I called and he stopped. “When do I start training?” I asked.

“Today” he barked and walked out.

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Brock charged for me again, his face was so serious I thought he was going to kill me so I faltered but luckily he stopped with his sword hovering near my throat.

“Dead” he said and I rolled my eyes. He turned and chugged down a bottle of water while I discreetly stared at his ass. He turned back quickly and I stylishly raised my eyes to the sky. Brock raised a brow and shook his head.

“Sword out” he said and I unsheathed my sword and nodded, “Now charge at me, attack!” He yelled and I burst forward with a speed I knew wasn’t human and in an instant I was in his front slashing but he sidestepped and brought his sword down in an arc. I blocked the blow only to be attacked from the side. Back and forth we went, slashing, parrying and blocking until my arms grew tired and he disarmed me. I expected disdain but he studied me with respect.

“You’re getting good” he said seriously and I grinned. Was Brock Jackson complimenting me? This must be heaven

“Are you complimenting me?” I asked. Brock’s green eyes danced and his lips twitched.

“Thank you should suffice” he said and I grinned at him.

“Thank you” I said our eyes met and he looked away.

“Pack your weapons. We’ll do this another day” he said and I gathered the things while he watched me. I grabbed his hand as I scooted closer.

“I still love you Brock. I do not love Logan, I know you are angry I am with Logan” I said and he scowled.

“I am not angry,” he said quietly.

“You are,” I said. Brock’s eyes flared and he turned to go but I pulled him back.

“Tell me,” I said and “I’ll leave him,” I added. Brock opened his mouth to say something then he stopped and ruffled his dark hair.

“I am happy with my life” Brock said, “I want nothing to do with you or anyone” he said.

“Then kiss me. Please just this once and I’ll leave you alone” I said. Brock stared at me intently.

He kept staring

And staring

Then he kissed me, so hard and passionate. I felt him throb between my legs with a jolt comprehension dawned on me.

Brock wanted me.

He wanted to do ‘that’ again

He kissed me hard and pulled me to him, squeezing my butt as he fondled my breasts, he traveled down from my lips to my ear then my neck and he bit down gently. I cried out as his teeth found my flesh and arched my neck giving him further access.

“Mark me” I said, delusional with pleasure. He chuckled, the sound vibrated through his chest into mine.

“You are crazy” I said and I nodded burying my face into his neck.

“I love you” I said and he nodded.

“I know but I don’t” he said and detached himself from my hold. “Wish I could say that back to you, Amelia. But I can’t love, ever again” he kissed me once more and left. My mouth still burned from his kiss and I must have stood there staring for hours even after he was long gone, maybe I should cancel this whole mate thing. I can’t stand being without Brock, his moods, his stormy green eyes. His quirky smile, his quiet chuckle and sexy dimples.

I’ll get you one day Brock