Anya immediately followed the Alpha's orders and got off Mylo.
She bawled her fist beside her, irritated and unable to understand why the Alpha Twins would bother Mylo so much.
"You are in the wrong room, Alpha."
"I don't care, move away from him," His tone is cold, leaving no room for arguments but Anya persists.
"Why? Mylo and I are dating."
"What?" Ryker takes a step forward, taking in Anya's appearance from down her toes up the crown of her head. His pheromones rising, spreading like a hot balloon that pushes Anya to her knees.
Mylo whines on the bed, feeling restless and hot all over his body. He begins to unbutton the buttons on his shirts.
"Repeat what you just said to me."
"Mylo and I are seeing each other, Alpha," She rubs her throats, unable to breathe, her face pale.
Ryker leans forward, "I'm going to spare you because of your father so don't allow me to see you inches close to Mylo again, do you understand me?"
Anya is stubborn, she shakes her head, "He is interested in me, Alpha. I do not understand why you are butting in. He is human and has no business with you wolves."
Ryker stands up straight, resting his hands in his pocket, "He is mine and I won't warn you again, get out."
"This is my bedroom and…"
"Out!" Ryker points at the door, "Now!"
Anya knows she can't disobey the Alpha even if she wanted to. She stood up, bowing respectfully at the Alpha before walking out.
Ryker shuts the door, locking it.
He walks closer to Mylo, standing beside the bed.
His heart has the nerve to beat fast at how Mylo is sprawled out on the bed with his chest open, his navel open as the down part of his shirt is hiked up, his legs spread open as he is mumbling something under his breath.
He wonders for the nth time why someone like this boy would be his fated mate.
He is below his league and the league after yet he feels so right with him.
He sits on the bed, letting his intrusive thoughts win as he caresses Mylo's face, pushing a few hairs off his face, "Are you a fool? How can you be my mate?"
Mylo whines again, trying to peel off his shirt, "Hot, it's hot."
Ryker stood up, fetching a bowl of cold water, picking up the towel he saw hanging in Anya's bathroom. He comes back with supernatural fast steps, digging the towel in the water as he cleans Mylo's body with it.
Mylo giggled, kicking his feet. He opened his eyes slowly, watching the person before him. Something inside him tells him he is in danger but he doesn't know from which direction.
He sits up, using his last strength in his body to crawl away, trying to stop the Alpha from touching his body, "I told you already, I don't like men, I don't like you."
Ryker stays still for a good three seconds.
"Stay away from me, I'm not gay… I don't like men," He crawls away, almost falling off the bed.
Ryker recollects himself and grabs Mylo by the collar, dragging his body back into bed. He knows Mylo has never said that to him which means he has said that to Royce.
That means Royce has asked him… he shouldn't be surprised that he and the brother could be attracted to the same person but Mylo was his fated mate, not just anyone.
"Don't touch me," Mylo struggles, making sure he gets away from this Alpha that wants to touch him, "Don't eat me… don't eat me, please."
Ryker gently slaps Mylo on both cheeks, trying to keep him awake, "You mistake me for my brother," Ryker explains plainly, hating that he has to defend himself in front of this boy.
Mylo's brain knows better, he knows neither of them is good news. And he is supposed to escape from him no matter, but instead, he burst out laughing, pointing at Ryker's head.
"I can't… I can't even differentiate between you two. You should dye your hair gold so I could know," He giggled softly, his eyes shut.
Ryker is more than flabbergasted.
No one has ever laughed at him with such a harmless smile. No one has ever pointed a finger at him guiltlessly.
"You are such a fool," Ryker lets out a breathy laugh, amused by Mylo's suggestion.
Soon, Mylo's stomach was churning painfully. He began restlessly throwing his body from side to side, holding his stomach.
And then suddenly, he pushed himself up and throws up loudly on Ryker's shirt. He retches up everything in his stomach until he had nothing left.
The Alpha doesn't move away, instead he holds Mylo's body still, rubbing his back. When Mylo was finally done, he slumped, his head falling on the Alpha's shoulders.
"What am I doing?" Ryker asks himself, finding his situation unbelievable. He has never had anyone throw up on him before… He doesn't even feel repulsive about it.
This is bullshit!
He shakes Mylo's shoulders, "Don't fall asleep yet. Tell me where you live, you need to go home."
He huffs a breath at Mylo's unresponsive state. He slowly puts him back on the bed, cleaning him up before pulling the pink blankets over his shoulders.
He sat there, with his hands crossed over his chest as he watched Mylo's beautiful resting face.
He refuses to think of all the fading red marks he has seen on the boy's body.
He sat awake with a sleeping Mylo, until the sun was peeking out the sky. He stood up and walked outside, he gave Zeke a hard slap on his face, making the younger jump awake, his eye glasses falling off his face as he scrambled to get on his feet.
He had been sleeping outside the door, he couldn't go home without Mylo.
"Alpha," Zeke bows, his hands searching for his pants pocket as he tries to keep his composure.
"Get your friend home and inform him that I will be needing a new shirt."
Zeke fears that won't be possible.
He wanted to let the Alpha know that Mylo won't be able to afford his shirt. That it is best he gives his best friend a more suitable punishment. But before he could open his mouth to say something, Alpha Ryker had already walked downstairs.