The Dark Thrall Mating Olivia

Chapter Ninety-Two

"Family?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow. Olivia hadn't mentioned anyone being there for her besides Nick's parents. Would this man be a brother that she was estranged from? No, he didn't smell like her. Siblings tended to smell similar and this man had a sweet caramel like scent with well worn leather.

"Yeah, I'm family. My younger brother may have fucked up, but there are three of us who have been looking out for her and the baby since we realized who she was." He said and I nodded. Nick's brother, they had the same eyes. It was interesting to know that he and his brothers had been looking out for Olivia and Everly.

"We're going to treat her right. He may have fucked up by rejecting her, but we won't. I take care of what's mine." I growled and he nodded.

"Good. She deserves to be happy. She's a good woman if you mess it up... She won't stay single long. Men were already starting to sniff around her before you and your mate showed up." He said and I could hear the warning and the threat. I wondered if Nick knew how his brother felt about Olivia?

I could see it in his eyes, that flash of want when he spoke about her. The only reason he probably hadn't acted on it was because of who she was to his brother. I wasn't like Nick, though. I wasn't going to mess this up and turn my back on her and our daughter.

Tossing back my drink, I stood up. Pulling out my wallet and handing him some bills. "Thanks for the drink and the talk."

"Come back any time." He said as I turned away and headed towards the door. "Don't forget what I said."

"I won't." I called back over my shoulder before pushing the door open and heading outside. Walking straight into the last person that I wanted to see as the door closed behind me.

"What are you doing here?" Nick asked as our bodies clashed into each other.

He backed up a half step and I looked at him, feeling my anger return. My blood ran hot through my veins. He smelled like Olivia. He had touched what was mine.

His hazel eyes flashed darkly as he looked up at me and I sucked in a breath, trying not to focus on the fact that he smelled like her. It wasn't strong enough for them to have had sex but he'd at least held her in his arms.

I growled, swallowing hard. I needed to get out of here now before my anger got the best of me. Before I did something that Olivia wouldn't be able to forgive me for. I took a step forward, but he didn't let me pass.

"What are you doing here?" He repeated.

"Getting a drink, not that it's any of your business." I growled, trying to move past him but he mirrored my movements.

"Killian." Nick said, trying to come closer to me.

"Get out of my way."

"I need to talk to you." He said, lifting up his hands in a sign of submission but it did little to help me get my anger under control. My beast wanted a piece of him and if I didn't get out of here, I was going to do something that I would regret.

"I don't want to talk to you." I feinted left and he went to follow the movement, but I pushed past him on the right. Stepping around him, I needed to get away. My vision was growing sharper and I could feel my beast rising to the surface with the need to make him pay for what he had done to our mate and offspring.

"Killian-" Nick reached out, grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him.

Snarling, I launched myself at him, pushing him until we were in the alleyway and his back was against the brick wall to his brother's bar. He tilted his head towards mine, his lips tilting into an almost smile.

"Are you mad?"

"What part of I don't want to talk to you did you not understand?"

"It's about Olivia. I want to talk about her." He said, his hazel grew darker as they stayed locked with mine. It was a challenge that my dragon was taking to heart. He was ready for that challenge and had been looking for a fight.

"Do not say her name. You have not earned that right." I growled, gripping his shirt. He shoved at my shoulders and I let him go, stepping back.

"I fucked things up with her but I'm going to fix it."

Fix it.

What the fuck did that mean? Was he going to try to challenge what was mine? Try to take her from me? That wasn't going to happen. I wasn't going to let him touch her.

"Stay away from Olivia." I turned away from him and he grabbed my arm, spinning me around. I brought my fist up, punching him in his side.

"Not a chance." Nick let out a growl of his own, his hand flew out. His fist cuffed the top of my cheek, whipping my head to the side. I brought my hand up to touch my face, tilting my head to the side as I slowly turned to look at him. I smiled slowly and he backed up, moving deeper into the alley.

"She's my fated mate."

"You should have let me go when you had the chance. She might have been fated to you, but she's mine now." I growled, prowling forward. "You should have let me walk away."

"Are you going to hurt me?" He asked, bouncing on his feet.

I didn't answer. I launched myself at him, landing blow after blow. Some of them he blocked, but

several hit his body with meaty thuds that sounded loud in the stillness of the alleyway. All it did was feed into my anger, he wasn't hitting me back. He was just taking it like a human punching bag.

"Fight me." I growled, shoving at his chest.