Revolting

Chapter Thirty Nine - Rebel Moon Michael

I couldn't move. I couldn't even breath until that little minx left my sight. It was as if she had reached right into my body and squeezed my windpipe shut. I hauled myself to my feet, and pulled out my silver dagger. "After them!" I ordered. The Ten stepped out of the shadows looking at me doubtfully. "But the Luna..."

"She's not your Luna!" I roared, and launched my body after them. My stomach was still rolling and I could taste vomit on the back of my throat. Now I knew why I never wanted, never needed a mate. A mate made you weak. One tiny woman could bring me to my knees, and I hadn't even touched her.

The thought of reaching out and touching that delicate little face, feeling that tiny body in my hands, having those small hands wrapped around me...

I swore again, "Nobody touch the girl, she's mine!" What exactly I would do with her when I found her, I couldn't say. I didn't know whether to crush her... or kiss her.

I was so intent on the chase that I didn't realize when we crossed the line. I mean literally, we chased the rogues and William right over the boundary onto Rebel Moon pack lands. Suddenly wolves erupted out of the woods around us. I hadn't intended to bring the Rebel Moon pack into this fight. Hunting rogues on neutral land was fair game, but the moment we stepped on their lands, we became the aggressors. We were breaking the law. My mind was in no position to think of the consequences, it was still swimming from that tiny woman's rejection. I was now running on rage and wounded pride. Who dares reject Michael Bishop? I'm a fucking Alpha! Who was she? A little rogue bitch! Beautiful, like a tiny ballerina. She's my whole world.

The Ten ran straight into the melee. They were my best fighters, but they were used to hunting weak and disoriented rogues. What came at us now were hard core, trained pack wolves. I'd heard some rumor that the Alpha of Rebel Moon was a superstar trainer, but I hadn't given it much thought. Everyone brags that they are the biggest and the "baddest" on the block. But as I watched a big brown wolf take down my scout, I began to wonder if I should have heeded those rumors a little closer.

"Take them!" I growled, "They are just a bunch of rogues, they aren't even a real pack!"

Some of my men shifted into wolves. My eyes searched through the mess, looking for her. I saw her, slipping away from us, with a naked blond woman at her side. I honed in on them and started to give chase, my silver dagger drawn and ready. Their short legs were no match for my long legs, as I leapt over fallen logs and crashed through bushes in single minded pursuit. My eyes never left my mate, my tiny, graceful little mate.

That's why I was totally blindsided when a man ran straight into my side, and tackled me over like football player. I swore and rolled back to my feet, and faced down a dark-skinned man. His expression was fierce, and although he was considerably smaller than I was, he was fast and agile. He landed a blow to my knee that nearly took my legs out, and then another right in my ribs, with an ominous crack letting me know he'd broken at least one.

I ignored the pain that exploded up my side, and at the first opportunity, I plunged the blade into his arm. I'd been aiming for his chest, but he was too fast. Still, a silver blade in a werewolf should have dropped him. Should have. The man pulled the blade out with merely a grimace. "Dumbass!" he taunted me. "Your silver shit doesn't work on me." And he jumped at me at me again, this time landing a blow right in my throat. A human. I was getting my ass pummeled by a mere human!

In my rage, I shifted, tearing my clothes to shreds. I snarled and bared my teeth, and went straight for the smaller man's throat. Again, he moved too fast, and this time I sank my teeth into his shoulder, just above the bleeding knife wound. I was all set to let go, and rip his jugular, when his fist came down hard and fast on my snout, making me see stars.

In the next moment, another wolf had me by the neck, and I was pinned. "Call off your men, Michael," I heard William's voice behind me, "While you still can."

A glance around the forest showed that the Ten were now down to five. Bodies were sprawled across the leaf-littered floor, and I realized with a sinking feeling that they were all mine. The only injured member of the Rebel Moon pack was the small man staggering to his feet in front of me, holding his mangled shoulder and glaring at me like he still wanted to kill me with his bare hands.

The blond woman ran back to him, "Gabe! Oh my god, Gabe, are you okay?" her hands flew over his body, and froze over his shoulder. "You've been bitten."

She turned blazing blue eyes on me, "You bit my mate!" She would have launched herself at me, but the injured man caught her with one hand and pressed her back against his chest. Mates. Fucking mates. I looked around for the girl that was supposed to be mine, but there was no sign of her. Her brother was there though, shifting back to his human form next to William. Someone slipped silver cuffs around my wrists, and I let my head fall back into the dirt. I was screwed.