Caged Between the beta & alpha

Chapter 38

38. Rage 
LIAM 
My eyes blazed as those words left his fucking mouth. I, grabbed his hair, slamming his head into the table.
How could she not have mentioned it? Fuck, didn’t she even think to tell us? Clearly, we weren’t real friends.
But I can’t go fucking blame her for shit when I should have picked up the damn signs.
“Have you hurt her physically?” I asked dangerously.” ANSWER ME!”
“And if I have?” He spat.
The anger that was blazing through me suddenly snapped inside of me, ravelling out of my control. All I could see was the darkness closing around us and Haru’s face; it twisted in contempt for my mate, looming before me.
“Liam… don’t!”
Someone was shouting, but it didn’t matter, all I wanted was t o kill the man before me.
Was that the smell of blood?
Who was screaming?
I felt a jarring pain in my back and I was slammed to the
ground. Someone was trying to pin me down. I glared up at the man who was on top of me and it took me a few moments to realise it was Damon.
Another flare of anger and hatred rushed through me, but the look of concern on his face made me falter. Why was he, worried?
Kill him and get back to punishing Raven’s dad…
I tried to push him off, but he fucking refused to let go. What I hated most about Damon was that he was strong, and he knew how I fought. Apart from my extra training at the Alpha training, he was the one who would always spar with me.
“Liam listen to me! Raven wouldn’t want this. For her… Calm down man, think about Raven!”
I shoved him off with one push. This time I succeeded and he slammed into the far wall.
I stood up, searching for Jacobs, but all I saw was a bloody body with several deep wounds and a slowing heartbeat lying o n the ground. One of his arms lay a few feet away… I looked down at my own hands, which were covered with blood.

Fuck…
I looked at Damon who was now standing up, a concerned look on his face. Something I didn’t want to see.
He had a few slashes across his chest, and a heavily bleeding wound on his hip… Fuck…
“Should I get someone to come see him and throw him in the cells?” He asked as if he hadn’t just seen me fucking lose self control.
“Yeah.” I said coldly.
I walked over to the man, grabbing him by his fucking collar.
“That’s what happens when you hurt anything that is mine.” I hissed, slamming his head into the ground.
I didn’t really give a fuck if he’s dead.
I knew Damon was mind-linking someone, I heard the sound o f running footsteps and soon three men came in to handle the dickhead.
“Get him fixed up, chuck the arm in the bin and throw him in the cells.” I growled.
“Alpha… The arm can be re-attached.” One of the men dared question.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, menacingly going towards him. “I know that our fast regeneration means we can replace limbs… but if I say bin it… it means bin it!” ,
He flinched, before bowing his head to me.
“Yes, Alpha!” He said.
“Liam…” Damon murmured.
I glared coldly at him. Something told me he knew about the fucking curse. He was acting way too fucking calm when I had just lost my shit. But before I could even reply, Raven’s voice came through the link.
‘Liam, Damon, I think someone was here in the house. Aunty i s ok, but I heard something.’
Both me and Damon glanced at each other before we ran for the door.
We got to the Nicholson house in under three minutes, rushing inside to see Raven pacing the hallway.
She turned about to speak when she looked at both of us, her heart thundering when she saw Damon’s injuries.
A pang of jealousy and anger flitted through me.
“Did you two fight?” She asked, looking hurt.
“No.” We both said in unison.
We looked at each other and Raven smiled slightly.
“It’s uh… Most of this blood is your dad’s.” Damon said quietly.
She frowned but said nothing, looking between us again before she walked over, bunching her sleeve in her hand and wiping the blood off my face. Worry clear in those unique eyes of her.
It calmed me, knowing she came to me first. She caressed my jaw for a moment, sending off those rivets of sparks before she moved away, staring at Damon’s hip, the only injury that hadn’t healed.
“You need to be careful.” She scolded, examining the wound, brushing her hand along his waist just above the damn injury. “This needs to be bandaged.”

did she look good even when she covered those curves of hers. “I did… It was weird.” She murmured, staring towards the kitchen. “Look, you two should go shower and get dressed. How about I make hot drinks and then we’ll talk? About everything.” “Sounds good.” Damon said, then turned to me. “I’ll give you some clothes.” I frowned but nodded and we both headed upstairs. Stairs that I remember climbing so many times growing up… I don’t even get why he still fucking considered me a friend… I mean, sure, when his dad died I was here, but once shit went down with Raven, I left them. Dreading, afraid and waiting for the

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