Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Twenty-Five: Stop alpha-ing me

I rolled my eyes, looking back at Ryan’s room. It was neater than normal. The bed was made and someone had taken the time to clean up the piles of books and sheet music that were normally scattered over his dresser. The notebooks that he used to write his song lyrics in were stacked neatly on his bedside table and the scent of lemon polish hung in the air. “It’s clean.”

“Yeah,” Travis said, pushing past me to head over to Ryan’s closet. “When I finished your room, I came in here and picked it up. You guys are kind of a mess.”

“My room wasn’t a mess until you came into it.” I grumbled, moving over to the bed and sitting mine and Travis’ bags down. I looked over at Ryan, watching him move over to the dresser. He opened the top drawer up and grabbed a couple of pairs of boxer shorts and t-shirts before turning away from the dresser and dropping them onto the bed. He moved over to the closet, following Travis inside the small space as he rifled through his jeans.

“Do you know the pack?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at me.

“It looks like it’s Branson’s territory but I can’t be sure.”

Travis held up a green and black gym bag that had a logo on the front with a wasp sporting a football helmet. “I didn’t see any other bags. Is this all you have?”

“Yeah, I don’t really need more than that right now,” Ryan answered before pulling down a pair of jeans from a pink plastic hanger and bringing them to the bed. Did you try calling him?”

with a frown. Why was Ryan still using his football bag from when we were in high school? I resolved myself that I was going to replace that bag the first chance I got.

that for him before as my best friend. But this was different. Things were

he climbed onto the bed. Folding his leg beneath him, he picked up a shirt, folding

SUV. It would be easier than taking the bikes.” I said, looking between both men realizing that neither of them had on shirts. “Ryan, you should

just, I can’t seem to get my head on straight.” Ryan growled,

some information from him or if he can wake up his alpha to let him know we are coming,” I said, hoping that it would help him relax some

hard. “What. I’m not doing anything.” I said, picking up his jeans and folding them up before tucking them into his bag. “You don’t need to do the whole alpha thing with me.” He

he’s not” Travis started to say but Ryan

smoothed out. Almost like he was trying to hide those emotions. I could tell the moment that he shut off his bond with Ryan. The way the

started to say but

the rest of the clothing into the bag before he

away from us and grabbing two black concert t-shirts from the closet. He handed one to Ryan