Come Here, Kitten (God of War Book 1), стр. 36
But instead, I balled my hands into fists and let out a murderous growl.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Aurora and Elijah had fucked.
What wolf would be able to keep his paws off of Aurora? She was a fucking goddess.
But she was mine now.
“Anything you want to tell me about?” I asked, pushing her to admit it. I’d let him off easier … I wouldn’t hurt him that bad … but if she wanted to keep it a big secret from me, then I’d let him have it.
She covered her neck with her hand. Nervous. My mate was nervous because she was hiding it … and she thought I wouldn’t notice.
I had already taken care of Tony.
Elijah was next.
Chapter 21
Aurora
I excused myself from the conversation, speed-walked back to the pack house to find my phone, and dialed Elijah’s number. It was saved under my Emergency Contacts, like Jeremy had instructed me to do years ago before he was killed by that scar-faced monster.
Ares wouldn’t even give me a few moments to myself, so I had to make this quick. I hid myself in Ruffles’s room and bounced on my toes, listening to the ring.
“Aurora?”
“I can’t talk for long. Ares is going to attack your pack tonight. Be prepared,” I said.
There was some shuffling in the house, and I glanced at the door. Ares was here, trying to find me, because I wasn’t supposed to leave his damn sight and I had.
A breeze gently blew the yellow curtains against the bed.
“What do you mean? Why?”
“He’s looking for the stone.”
Elijah became deathly quiet, as if Ares were there with him and he were trying not to say a single word. “Aurora, you didn’t tell him, did you?”
“No,” I said, grasping the phone tighter.
The shuffling outside became louder. I plastered myself to the wall and scooted down it. Ruffles walked over to me, brushing herself against my legs and showing me her butt.
“But Ares knows. Someone must’ve found out somehow. Did you tell anyone? Anyone at all?”
“I haven’t spoken a word about it. I’ll ask the doctor who performed the operation—”
“Aurora!” Ares shouted from somewhere in the house, his voice booming.
I ushered Ruffles into the closet and shut the door in case he decided to come into the room. If he found out about the stone and about Ruffles, Moon Goddess … he’d do more than just kill me.
“Are you with Ares?” Elijah asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
More footsteps.
“Listen to me carefully.” He took a deep breath, and all I could imagine was him running a hand through his thick hair in an attempt to think quick. “Don’t tell him about your stone. I don’t care what he tries to do to me, but if he finds out that you have it, he will hurt you. He’s been looking for that fucking thing for years. He has killed so many people for it, and he will not have a problem doing that to you.”
I gulped and squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling Ares’s strong hazelnut scent. He had to be right outside the damn door.
“Okay,” I whispered. “I have to go.” I pressed my finger on the End Call button and stood up, my heart pounding. There were so many thoughts rushing through my head that I couldn’t keep them straight.
Ares’s scent was strong, but I couldn’t hear a single sound. And I’d bet this was what it was like to be hunted by him. Not knowing where in the damn world he was, but knowing that he was close and that he was coming for you.
I hurried to the door to get out of Ruffles’s room before he had a chance to find her. My fingers trembled as I tried to delete Elijah’s call as quickly as I could, but Ares stood outside the door with his arms crossed over his chest and a wrathful look on his face.
“I told you not to leave my fucking sight,” he said.
I fumbled with my phone, trying to stuff it into my pocket. Think positive, Aurora. Think about last night when you were sharing pretzels and cheese, when you were up until four a.m., talking about life, when he told you that he wanted you forever.
Ares glanced at my pocket. “Who were you talking to?”
I brushed past him and walked to our bedroom. Oh Goddess, I was calling it ours now.
“Nobody,” I said.
He clenched his jaw and followed me. “Who, Aurora? Who’d you tell that I was going to attack their pack tonight?” He waited as if he wanted me to admit it.
My eyes widened slightly, but I continued walking. He had heard me from all the way downstairs? I’d tried to keep myself quiet, and he’d still fucking heard me.
“Nobody.” I stepped into the room and headed right for the bathroom to take a long shower, so I could wash away all the dirt and sweat and lies.
But before I could pull the door open, he placed his hand on it, snapped it closed, and spun me around to face him. “Give me your phone.” His eyes were a dangerous kind of gold, the kind that I had only seen before—when he was about to rip out Marcel’s throat the other day for disrespecting me.
“Why?” He had to know who I called. Maybe he just wanted to see it for himself.
“I will not ask again.”
“No.”
He reached for the pocket in my leggings, and I grasped his wrist to try to stop him. But after we fumbled with each other for a few moments, he snatched the phone from me. I grabbed for it, clawed for it, hoping that it had magically deleted the call history itself, but he lifted my phone out of my reach.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I can’t have even one bit of privacy with you. You won’t let me shower alone, you won’t let me out of your sight, and now, you want to look at my damn phone?”
He growled, reading the