Page 95 of Unclaimed Bonds

Well, that’s a different story. Still, maybe I have it all wrong. Instead of accusing Jessica, I should blame Charlie. Everyone knows he is a fuckboy. Maybe he’s using her. No. As much as I want to think badly about Charlie, that’s not him. He knows better. He knows when he shouldn’t cross the line. It has to be Jessica.

I hear footsteps outside my door. Is she just coming home now? Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I see it’s almost four in the morning. Thanks to her, I haven’t slept at all.

I want answers. Fuck lying in this bed, trying to pull reason from my bedroom ceiling. I hop up, storm down the hallway, and crash into Jessica’s room.

She gasps, covering a scream with her hand. But she recovers quickly, fear morphing into irritation.

I immediately clutch her by her neck and slam her against the bathroom door. “What the fuck are you doing?” I growl.

“What are you accusing me of this time?” she spits back.

“Everyone said you suffer from insomnia. So, you use your time to hook up?”

She raises a hand to hit me, but I pin it above her head. I press my weight into her so she can’t kick me. Her other hand grips my wrist, digging her nails into my skin, but I don’t release her.

“Answer me! Are you fucking the men in the guard?” I lean in and trail my nose along her jaw, inhaling.

Her nails pierce my skin. I waver for a moment because I don’t smell Charlie on her skin. But I sense a mixture of different male scents. One in particular is most fresh on her—Liam.

A burning sensation creeps up my neck. I tighten my grip on her throat. “You gave Charlie your V-card. Then, you ran to others and ended with Liam. Did you lie to Charlie? Convince him you were a virgin?” I loosen my hold just a fraction before I force her back into the door.

Tears streaming down her face. I’m right. She’s just like everyone else. Instead of playing me, she’s messing with my best friend, my cousin, and whoever else she was with tonight.

I bring my face closer to hers. She winces, and I smile. She should be afraid of me.

I’m going to teach her a lesson she will never forget, and she will think twice before playing games with anyone else. She might have fooled me twice now, but never again.

I stare down into her face and discover a bruise forming on her jaw. This bruise isn’t from me. Releasing my grasp, other bruises spot her neck. Some of them look like bite marks. What the fuck?

An explosion blasts my body away from Jessica and into the wall. I blink up at the ceiling as a fist flies toward my face. I block it, and another comes at me. I’m not fast enough.

It catches me in the eye. I flip over to stand, and a kick lands in my ribs, knocking me to my knees. Another explosion crashes into me, and I fall flat on my back.

Blinding fury consumes me. I push to my feet and fight back, blocking and throwing punches, using my magic. Someone slams into my middle, and I land on a soft surface. A crack echoes in the air, and whatever I land on collapses beneath me. Suddenly, two hard bodies jump on top of me.

“Enough! What the fuck has gotten into you!” Jeremy’s voice shocks me from my rage, enough to comprehend that I’mfighting with my brothers and not Jessica. Hands tighten around my wrists, restraining me.

“I want her out of my house! She’s a fucking whore!” I scream.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Justin shouts.

“Ask her! Ask her who she’s fucking! She’s fucking playing them!”

“Where did you get that idea from?”

I struggle against their restraint. I don’t want to answer any more of their questions. I need to find her.

“Calm the fuck down!” Jeremy snarls.

I can’t break free so I stop fighting. I take several deep breaths, trying to control my rage.

“Explain!” Justin barks.

The twins think I’m insane. They insist they were with Jessica the entire evening late into the night. But they can’t confirm nor deny my suspicions of the conversation I overheard in the barn.

And Liam? I can’t justify my suspicions, but she smells like him. His scent is all over her. The twins dismiss it as my being unaware of their friendship. Nothing we say makes any difference, though. The three of us stomp off to our rooms.

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