Chapter 71-80

Chapter 71
The moment he’d won the fight he could smell her. She was there. Somewhere very close—Yhet, too, which was a relief. He couldn’t smell Kyelle nearby, which made him breathe easier, too.

Rayf lay on the cold ground, shaking his head. Zev regretted that he’d needed to floor the male, but Rayf was doing him a favor by not letting him win. Still, he hadn’t been kind. He needed to save both energy and strategy for later fights with the family group Alphas.

He stood over the male trying to ignore the intoxicating scent of his mate—he would make them let him take her his mate or die trying—and stared down at Rayf.

“Don’t make me hurt you further, please, Rayf. I take no joy in it. I thank you for acknowledging me. I know what you did here. I owe you.”

“It should never have come to this,” Rayf said, shaking his head again, but he didn’t meet Zev’s eyes. “I submit,” he growled a moment later.

With a sigh of relief, Zev leaned down and extended a hand to help the older male to his feet. Zev clapped a hand to his upper arm and thanked him again.

Rayf was still trying to clear his head, but he made it up and stomped his feet. “Don’t thank me yet. You have a long way to go,” he muttered.