Chapter 20

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Chapter 20

Noah's POV

"Stop being a damn brat and tell me what I’m asking for, Noah." Dylan growled throwing a pen after me from the corner of the room. A pen really? His way of scaring me into talking is more pathetic than I have ever seen in my life.

It has been about two hours since Dylan dragged me into his office in the pack house. He refused to tell me the reason until I pushed it out of them. It seems like the alpha is seeking answers and he came to his shithead of a little brother. Since no one wants to talk about what’s happening to Stella he had no choice but to ask me. Of course, I wanted to help, but seeing as though this was Dylan I refused to say one word and for that he was becoming angered.

Staring deep in my brother’s eyes, I sighed running my hands through my hair and pouted. "I'm tired of being here." I mumbled spinning around in the black chair that sat by Dylan’s office desk. “If you think I’m going to tell you what I know then you are wrong, my friend.” Brother growled at me with his eyes slightly turning a hint of black. A small smirk formed on my face knowing he was becoming frustrated. His pain was my pleasure and I wasn’t exactly pleased enough at this moment.

I have never seen my brother so stressed out in my life. Usually, he would have everything in check and straight. Even when we were younger he was that pup that everyone wanted and was sure he was going to make a fine alpha. But now he can't even find a simple culprit to one little problem that is happening to one little human.

I smirked at the thought before spinning around the chair once again. Suddenly a thought came to mind that stopped me completely. I stopped the chair from spinning before turning it towards my stressed brother. "Why do you want to protect Stella so badly?" I asked raising my eyebrow at him. The question has been eating out of me for days and I want nothing more but to find out the answer, but knowing Dylan he might not tell me. “Why do you want to help her even though she is a human?”

With a deep breath Dylan suddenly sat forward with his own smirk on his hard face. His hands came to rest against his lap as he stared at me. "Why do you want to know?" He snapped amused and I picked up on his mocking tone.  

I simply shrugged my shoulders, "Curious..." 

Brother chuckled before the twisted smirk on his face widened. "You think I like her don't you? You think I’m going to take her away from you because you are a fucking jealous little pup, huh?"  

The thought may have ran though my thoughts a few times. Maybe I have pictured my Stella running away with my brother once or twice before but I would never dare say it. I mean, she doesn’t like him and I know Dylan doesn’t like her but he likes to get under my skin. I see them together and they are talking and agreeing so it pisses me off.

Am I jealous? 

Maybe... 

Would I ever admit I am jealous?

Never…

"I never said that." I mumbled looking away from him. I placed my guard up so he wouldn't hear my thoughts. Hell, if I could place my guard up against myself I would because I don't even want to hear my own thoughts. “And don’t call me a pup.”

"You don't have to say it, brother." Dylan retorted pointing his long finger at me. He then shrugged and suddenly stood to his feet and walking around the room. "Maybe I do like her. Maybe I'm just doing all of this so I can be the hero in her eyes, Noah. I want her to think that I care about her just so she doesn’t end up in your dirty little hands. Ever thought of that, brother?"

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