Claimed by the Alphas: Part Two Read Free

lot less angry. She sniffed and swiped at her nose.
    “ Well, yeah,” she said, pointing to the area on her forehead that was still throbbing with pain.
    Asch’s lips pinched together, and she realized he wasn’t referring to her fall. She cringed, remembering that he could probably smell Caim on her. In her. She shuddered at the thought.
    “No,” she told him. She felt humiliated and wanted to look away, but she didn’t. “It wasn’t like that.”
    Asch let out a breath and briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them, his expression had softened considerably. Mila stared up at him warily.
    “Are you okay?” She asked, sitting up in his arms. Asch rubbed the bridge of his nose.
    “When Caim said that he took you, I thought the worst.”
    Mila grimaced. “He told you that?”
    “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re alright.”
    Mila forced herself not to let his words make her giddy. It wasn’t overly hard, considering she was still in a great deal of pain.
    Brae padded back into the room then, approaching cautiously. She was carrying a wicker basket in one hand and in the other a wooden bowl that sloshed with water as she walked. She set them both down beside Asch, concern marring her lovely features. She tucked a lock of her white-blonde hair behind her ear as she sank down to the floor next to Mila.
    “I am very sorry that I dropped you,” she said, her brow wrinkling.
    “It’s no big deal,” she dismissed, waving a hand.
    Brae bowed her head then, looking at Asch under thick lashes. For a moment she didn’t look like the beautiful, lithesome woman that she was, but more like a dejected pet. Asch gave a long-suffering exhale and reached out to place a hand on her head, giving her a few quick pats.
    “I’m not mad at you,” he told her. “But we talked about this. You need to be more careful.”
    Brae reached up and wrapped hand around his wrist. She brought his hand down to the side of her face, rubbing her cheek against him.
    “I ’ll be more careful. I promise.”
    Mila tried not to look sullen as she watched the intimate exchange. From the way Brae had spoken of him the night before, she had gotten the impression that she knew Asch well. Mila didn’t like the way her teeth clenched and her blood heated at the sight of them. It was totally irrational. If anyone was the intruder here, it was her, not Brae.
    Excising himself from Brae’s grip, Asch reached inside the basket and pulled out a crisp washcloth. He dipped it in the water and brought it to Mila’s head, dabbing lightly. The ‘scratch’ turned out to be a rather deep head wound, as evidenced when Asch drew back to rinse the now crimson cloth.
    Wincing, Mila asked, “Will it scar?”
    “If we bind it, maybe not,” Asch told her. “Even if it does, your hair will probably cover it anyway.”
    Haughtily, she replied, “If it does scar then I’m going to skin that bastard.”
    Brae seemed to think she was joking and began to laugh. She had the oddest laughter Mila had ever heard. It was somewhere between a bark and a squeal and painfully adorable. Brae covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes brightening.
    “I don’t know that you could, but I would enjoy seeing you try.”
    Mila grinned. “I wouldn’t underestimate me.”
    “Oh no,” Brae said, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t, and I doubt anyone will now that you’ve staked your claim on Caim.”
    Mila yelped just as Asch brought the cloth down on a particularly sensitive part of her wound.
    “What?” She bit out.
    She had not staked her claim on Caim. All they had done was had sex. Fantastic sex, but it was still just sex. And this was the very last thing she wanted to talk about while in Asch’s arms.
    “We were worried when we heard that Caim had coupled with you,” Brae said. “Caim is a very aggressive partner. You seem to be okay though. Was he gentle with you?”
    Mila gaped at her, sputtering. Fortunately, Asch came to her