Mine to Protect Chapter 138: IN THIS TOGETHER

*Derek*

Hazel immediately raises her hands palms out in front of her, in an attempt to placate us. “You said you wouldn’t get angry!” she complains, feeling cheated.

“He said that; I didn’t,” Damon points out, getting up from his seat, and coming to stand next to me, arms crossed, showing a united front.

“Why would you do something like that, when I expressly forbade it? Alpha Jackson is dangerous, this is a trap for sure, and you are not going, I don’t care if I have to shackle you to our bed,” I say angrily, unable to contain my temper. She went behind my back, when I already told her that it wasn’t a good idea. It’s taking my all not to grab her and lock her in the dungeon right this moment, although I know very fucking well that not even the dungeon’s cells can keep her in, with her resistance to silver.

Now she looks pissed, like a child scolded unfairly.

“Going is not up for debate. I am going, the question is, are you coming with me or not?”

Hazel has that gaze of sheer determination burning in her gaze that I have, by know, come to know too well; she is not going to change her mind, and I know that she could go to any extreme to do what she wants.

“Fuck!”

I run a hand through my hair, turning around and giving her my back instead, I don’t want her to see the fury that is now raging in my eyes, although I think she can feel it equally well festering through the bond.

“Hazel, you need to think it through first, you can’t just do something so reckless without a good backup plan in place,” Damon tries to reason with her. “If you get caught, then we’ll have to save you and Alice both, and we don’t have the manpower to do that. Plus, just imagine what they’ll do to you, and what new weapons they might come up with by just experimenting on you. I know you want to save Alice, but if you give yourself up, you will put everyone in a much greater danger.”

Damon words seem to get through to her, she frowns, and her eyes show sudden realization, something she hasn’t thought about, the possibility of putting others is danger.

Her shoulders deflate and she looks like a lost kitten, making me want to scoop her in my arms and spend the afternoon consoling her, although she doesn’t deserve that, after the stunt she has just pulled on me.

“What should we do then?” she asks helplessly.

“We take this opportunity, and strike one before they can. We let them think that you stood them up, and then we attack them from different directions. It does not matter if it is just Jackson and his pack, it’s clear that he is not harboring good intensions towards you anyway.”

Hazel seems shocked for a second, but then she all but jumps on me, hooking her legs to my waist, her lips on mine, kissing me bruisingly hard; I automatically place my hands under her soft ass, to support her, and let her get her way with me to her satisfaction.

When she has got her fill, she climbs down off me, with a radiant smile, and says relieved, “I thought you would throw me in the dungeons, instead you decided to come with me. Thank you.”

“Who said you are going?” I asked with an eyebrow raised, breaking her bubble. Her smile slips from her face, replaced by an angry pout, her eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

“You would only put yourself in danger and risk being caught. It’s better if you stay within the pack, here no one will be able to touch you.”

She stares at me hard, unmoving, I see the angry clogs turning in her brain, and I brace myself for the cutting words that I know are coming. I wish she could understand that everything I am doing is for her own good, for her protection.

“Why do you always try to exclude me? Have I not shown that I am capable? That I am able to defend myself? I might not be a trained warrior like you and Damon, but my powers make up for the lack of it, don’t they? In the end, you always think that I am not good enough.”

She is near tears now, and I have to admit that her words have cut me deep. She thinks that I look down on her, and she couldn’t be more wrong. I know how capable she is, she is the strongest werewolf I know, the strongest existing on the planet. It pains me that she believes I think so little of her.

I try to keep my feelings in check, and shift to a softer tone, hoping that she can listen to my point of view too.

“Kitten, I know that you are capable, more than anyone else, this is not the problem. I just don’t know what kind of threat we will find there, and I can’t put you in that kind of danger. If something happened to you, it would destroy me, and I will shatter also our chances of winning this war.”

She seems a little reassured by my words, but not totally convinced.

“I want to help rescue Alice, she was taken because of me, I must do something, I can’t stay here waiting for you to do all the work. Also, I am the one who arranged this meeting, it is only fair that I go.”

Her arms are crossed under her breasts, pushing them up a little, and giving me a good sight of her cleavage. I don’t know if she is doing it on purpose, or if it is only an unconscious act of defiance, but she still managed to focus my attention on her alluring plump tits, instead of what she is actually saying. I can feel a hard-on on the way, and I scold myself for thinking of this, when we are discussing something so important.

Hazel raises an eyebrow at my silence, and Damon chuckles. The bastard, he knows too well what’s going on here.

“Well?” Hazel pushes, a little annoyed.

With my brain still reduced to mush, I can’t think of another reason why she could not come with us, so I surrender instead, hoping that I am not making the biggest mistake of my life.

“Ok. You can come. But you stay close to me and Damon, and don’t take any initiative or do anything reckless; are we clear?”

“Yes, Alpha!” She says with a military salute, which makes me want to spank her ass raw, and maybe later I will! But first, we need to draw out a plan, before we get on the road. The Valley of the Fairies is quite far away, it will take at least three hours by car to get there.

…

We spent all afternoon planning, and now we are finally ready to depart. The plan is not exactly foolproof, but it is valid enough, considering the short amount of time we had to put it in place.

Hazel is getting dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a plain white T-shirt, she has her hair pulled up in a messy bun, and she looks incredibly sexy, even in such an ordinary outfit.

She catches me staring, and she gazes back at me with an eyebrow arched high in a perfect scalene triangle.

“I think you should try to look less sexy,” I say outright, feeling a little nervous about her possible reaction.

She rolls her eyes, typical Hazel move; she should patent it or something.

“Maybe you could wear sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt, and wear a cap. Yes, the cap will definitely help,” I offer, knowing very well that I am being silly, and that not even those would make her look any less sexy.

She finishes tying her shoelaces, then she straightens up with one of those sexy dancers moves of hers, and walks slowly towards me, swaying her hips on purpose. When she is close enough, she tugs me down by the collar of my shirt and starts kissing me with passion. Her tongue traces my lips, and I part them to give her access, she immediately plunges her tongue in my mouth, and starts savoring me, she sucks my tongue hard, and I am so aroused by now that all I want to do is grab her bun, bend her over, and pound into her until she comes screaming and whimpering.

But before I can put any of this in practice, she ends the kiss, and still keeping me close by my collar, she says, a little breathless, “Sexy like this?”