Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter 25



Chapter Twenty-Five: Stop alpha-ing me
I rolled my eyes, looking back at Ryan’s room. It was neater than normal. The bed was made and someone had taken the time to
clean up the piles of books and sheet music that were normally scattered over his dresser. The notebooks that he used to write
his song lyrics in were stacked neatly on his bedside table and the scent of lemon polish hung in the air. “It’s clean.”
“Yeah,” Travis said, pushing past me to head over to Ryan’s closet. “When I finished your room, I came in here and picked it up.
You guys are kind of a mess.”
“My room wasn’t a mess until you came into it.” I grumbled, moving over to the bed and sitting mine and Travis’ bags down. I
looked over at Ryan, watching him move over to the dresser. He opened the top drawer up and grabbed a couple of pairs of
boxer shorts and t-shirts before turning away from the dresser and dropping them onto the bed. He moved over to the closet,
following Travis inside the small space as he rifled through his jeans.
“Do you know the pack?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at me.
“It looks like it’s Branson’s territory but I can’t be sure.”
Travis held up a green and black gym bag that had a logo on the front with a wasp sporting a football helmet. “I didn’t see any
other bags. Is this all you have?”
“Yeah, I don’t really need more than that right now,” Ryan answered before pulling down a pair of jeans from a pink plastic
hanger and bringing them to the bed. Did you try calling him?”
“Straight to voicemail. Pretty sure he’s asleep. He and his mate had their first pup recently, so I wasn’t expecting him to pick up.”
1 said with a frown. Why was Ryan still using his football bag from when we were in high school? I resolved myself that I was
going to replace that bag the first chance I got. He was tied to me now through Tillie and I found myself wanting him to have nice
things.
I mean, I had always wanted that for him before as my best friend. But this was different. Things were different between us now.
“Which car are we taking?” Travis asked, pulling Ryan’s clothing closer to him as he climbed onto the bed. Folding his leg
beneath him, he picked up a shirt, folding it neatly before placing it into the gym bag.
“I figured that we would take my SUV. It would be easier than taking the bikes.” I said, looking between both men realizing that
neither of them had on shirts. “Ryan, you should get dressed. You to Travis, I’ll finish packing.”

“You’re right. I’m just, I can’t seem to get my head on straight.” Ryan growled, his fingers through his long curling hair and
tugging at the ends.
“When we head out, I’ll call Branson’s beta and see if I can get some information from him or if he can wake up his alpha to let
him know we are coming,” I said, hoping that it would help him relax some to know that we weren’t just sitting idly by while our
mate was out there. “Get dressed.”
“I don’t need you to be like that with me, Jason.” Ryan said, pressing his full lips together as he swallowed hard. “What. I’m not
doing anything.” I said, picking up his jeans and folding them up before tucking them into his bag. “You don’t need to do the
whole alpha thing with me.” He turned away from me, moving over to the closet.
“Ryan, he’s not” Travis started to say but Ryan spun around to face him.
“Don’t, you are my mate but I don’t need you to start either.” He snapped and I watched hurt flash across Travis’ face before his
face smoothed out. Almost like he was trying to hide those emotions. I could tell the moment that he shut off his bond with Ryan.
The way the other man seemed to almost deflate.
“Travis, I’m sor- Ryan started to say but Travis held up a hand.
“Save it and hand me a shirt.” Travis said, shoving the rest of the clothing into the bag before he unfolded his legs and slid to the
edge of the bed.
Ryan shook his head, turning away from us and grabbing two black concert t-shirts from the closet. He handed one to Ryan
before slipping on the other one.
Chapter Twenty-Five: Stop Alpha-ing me
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“I’m not doing the alpha thing with you and neither is Travis. But you’ve got to snap out of it, Ryan. We are all worried about her.”
| said, picking up my bag. My eyes met his blue eyes and I could see the worry there. His beast was still close to the surface, but
the more he was around Travis and I. The more in control he was becoming and not needing us to guide him as much as we
were before. “I’m heading downstairs. I’ll see you guys there.”
Turning away from Ryan and Travis, I left the room, heading down the stairs to the garage. When I was in my car I pulled out my
cell phone again, thumbing through my recent call list. I tried to call Tillie again. It went to voicemail, I pulled the phone away,

ending the call and leaning forward to rest my body against the steering wheel. I needed to know that she was okay.
The bond that I had with her was still so new, but I didn’t feel the same worry that I had felt all day so I hoped she was just
sleeping and that’s why she wasn’t answering: My phone let out a ring and I lifted my head, looking at the screen. Hoping that it
was Tillie.
It wasn’t, but Alpha Branson’s name flashed across the screen. Swiping my thumb over the screen, I brought the phone up to my
ear. “Hello.”
“Alpha Jason, good to hear your voice,” Branson said, his voice was rough and a little breathless. But it felt good to hear it.
“Alpha Branson,” I said, trying to show him the same respect he was showing me.


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