"I'll miss you," I told Blake, while holding his hands. I had a hard time sleeping last night because I didn't want to think about Blake leaving today.
Dylan was standing right next to me, pretending to not be paying attention to what Blake and I were saying.
"You know I'll miss you too," Blake said, offering me a smile.
I got closer to him, and gave him a hug. Dylan let out a small growl, which only caused me to roll my eyes. Blake chuckled at Dylan, finding amusement in his behavior.
"It's just a hug," Blake told Dylan, after releasing me.
"Leila just happens to be my mate," Dylan told Blake, as he wrapped his arms around my waist possessively.
Blake looked at me, while raising his eyebrow.
"Let's hope he has better control next time I see you," Blake told me, and gave me a grin.
"Let's hope you have a mate next time we see you," Dylan said, while narrowing his eyes at Blake.
"That wouldn't be too bad. I'll miss flirting with Leila though," Blake said, grinning mischievously.
I chuckled at his words, but Dylan didn't find it funny- at all.
"I think you should go now, before I can't stop myself," Dylan told him, his words holding a threat to them.
"I was leaving already either way," Blake replied.
I watched as he got in the truck, with Russell and a few other guys from his pack. Michael had come to pick him up.
I felt nervous that Blake was going to be on the road for a few hours before getting back to his pack. I wasn't going to relax until I knew he was safe in his land. What helped me feel better was that I knew Michael would take care of him. He was always worried about Blake's protection- that gave me some comfort.
"He will be fine," Dylan told me, while I waved one last time at Blake.
"I know, but I still worry. Alpha Nicolas or Alpha Jackson could have someone out there waiting to attack Blake."
"You can be calling him while he's on his way," Dylan told me.
I trusted Blake could take care of himself, but I was still going to feel better until I knew that he wasn't on the road.
"Come on, let's go inside," Dylan said, giving my waist a squeeze and walking me to the door.
"Should we escort them out?" Jace asked Dylan, as he nodded toward the direction where Blake and his men had left.
"Just make sure they leave our land safely. You can return as soon as they cross our territory," Dylan ordered, and Jace nodded.
He left with all the other guys who were on the outside of Dylan's mansion.
"Did you tell Blake about Alpha Nicolas attacking next week?" I asked Dylan.
We were in Dylan's office. He had to sign some papers, and do some work with his finances. I didn't want to be alone roaming the house, so I decided to join him.
So far, it had been utterly boring. I kept interrupting Dylan every two minutes with questions. He didn't seem to mind, so I kept going.
"I did. He's going to be back in a few days," Dylan replied. He didn't even look up from his papers while he spoke.
I was probably being a bother to him, or getting annoying, but he didn't say anything about it.
"Are you going to be busy for a lot longer?" I asked Dylan, a bored expression probably covering my face.
Dylan looked up and smiled at me.
"I've been putting this off. But as soon as I finish, we can do something."
Somehow his words didn't comfort me. It sounded like he was going to take a lot longer.
"Can I go out- to the mall or something?"
"No," Dylan replied, without a second thought.
I wasn't expecting him to actually answer my question. I was mainly using my comment as a way to tell him that I was going to leave.
"Why not?" I asked him, out of pure amusement.
"The last time you left the house, you ended up with the enemy," Dylan bluntly stated.
"Jake is not the enemy. He's my friend," I told Dylan, frowning.
"He's your friend? That in itself is something I don't approve of. Now add up the fact that he's also the son of a man who wants to take you away from me. There is no way I would be happy if you two continued this 'friendship'," Dylan said, putting air quotes on the word "friendship".
He was already practically yelling when he spoke, and it wasn't exactly what I was aiming for.
"Jake is safe. By the way, I wasn't leaving with him. We were just talking," I replied, in a defensive tone.
"In a hotel," Dylan said, getting up from his chair.
His eyes were shifting, and I could see his Wolf wanting to come out.
"So? I wouldn't have done anything with him. I know that you are my mate, and I respect our bond. How could you think I would actually betray you like that with Jake?"
His behavior was getting to me, and I thought he was being unfair.
"Is that what you think?" Dylan asked me.
He went around his desk, and closed the distance between us.
"What?" I asked him.
"Leila, I don't get mad because you talk with people. Well, I get mad if they are guys- but that is something I will never be able to control. But yesterday, I thought he was going to hurt you."
Dylan's voice sounded so intense, which made me feel guilty because I was fighting with him about this.
"I thought Nicolas had taken you. I was just about to take off and attack his pack."
I lowered my head to the ground. Somehow, it was shameful that while I was fine in the hotel, talking with Jake, Dylan was worried out of his mind for me.
"I'm sorry about that. It's just, if I would've told Eric or Scott that I was leaving with Jake- they wouldn't have let me go. Or they would've called you," I explained.
"Which would've been a good thing. Whatever it was that you two talked about, I should've been allowed to hear it."
"Yes, but I know how you are, Dylan. You get mad over anything. And you don't trust anyone. If I would've told you who Jake was, you would've tried to hurt him."
"Why do you keep defending him?" Dylan sounded annoyed as he asked that.
"Because Jake is my friend."
"And he's the only friend who could've delivered the message? He couldn't send a girl?"
"First of all, he didn't trust anyone with what we talked about. And what girl would he send? No girl in her right mind would come over here alone- especially with how hostile everything is between both packs. There is also no way Jake would send his mate," I told Dylan.
Dylan snapped his head in my direction. I couldn't really guess what was running through his mind, but he looked somewhat surprised.
"He has a mate?"
"Yes, he does. She's the one who convinced him to come and ask for our help," I told him.
"Why didn't you tell me he had a mate?" Dylan asked, suddenly looking relieved.
"Why would that make a difference? I thought you said you trusted me."
"It doesn't make a difference. It's just reassuring to know that he doesn't have interest in you- at least not in a way where he wants to take you away from me," Dylan replied, and he turned away from me.
He went back to sit behind his desk, pretending like if the conversation we had just had, didn't happen.
I wasn't really mad at him, but I was annoyed at the entire situation.
Since I had left with Jake, now I wasn't allowed to leave the house. If I tried to get away, Eric and John would stop me, because they were watching the area surrounding the house.
If I fought with Dylan about it, it would only create an argument that I didn't want to have with him.
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