Chapter 46
Ares
After we returned to the pack house, Aurora and I showered together. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and stepped out of the steamy shower. Ruffles sat on the counter, licking the condensation off the mirror.
“We still need to find the person who betrayed us,” I said, my thoughts lost in the limited possibilities of how Tony had found out about Mom.
Nobody in my pack talked to outsiders about Mom’s death. Nobody in my pack talked to many outsiders, period. We stayed together, bonded together, hunted together. That was how we remained strong.
But someone had betrayed us, and I had to find out who.
Aurora shut the water off, hopping out after me and arching her brow at the one and only towel wrapped around my waist. Her hair was wet and plastered to her tits. “What’d you do with the other towel?”
I smirked at her. “Looks like you’re going to have to walk around the house, naked.”
“And have one of your warriors come in and see me?” she asked. “Fine by me.”
I growled and tossed her my towel. “Go get dressed before I tear the damn towel off you and fuck you again. And this time, I won’t be gentle,” I warned.
She wiped the beads of water off her body and then wrapped it around her hair. “That wouldn’t be a bad thing, would it?” After winking at me, she walked into the bedroom, leaving her lemony scent all over.
My wolf growled lowly, watching her hips sway from side to side. I grabbed another towel from the closet and dried myself off. Ever since she had marked me, I had this insatiable urge to fuck her whenever, wherever.
Mars might’ve wanted to take it somewhat slow with her, but I wanted her carrying my pups soon. I didn’t want to wait. We had no reason to … except that fucking traitorous prick who had sold us out to Aurora’s old pack and Tony.
Tony could rot with the hounds for all I cared, but I needed to figure out who the fuck had told him about Mom. Only someone in this pack had that kind of information, and I’d made sure of that, so nobody could use it against me.
When I finished drying off, I walked back into the bedroom to find Aurora standing at our door in a skimpy tank-top and a pair of shorts in front of Elijah.
I growled and curled my arm around my mate to pull her out of sight from him. “What the fuck are you doing in my pack house?”
Aurora pulled a shirt over her head and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Ares, it’s okay. I asked him to come over. I need to tell him about”—she paused, her eyes glistening like they had last night—“about Jeremy.”
Elijah’s eyes widened. “About Jeremy? What about him?”
She stepped between us and grabbed Elijah’s hands. “Jeremy is … alive.”
Elijah tensed and stepped back. “Don’t fuck with me like that, Aurora. It’s not fucking funny. I watched him die.” He shook his head and tugged on his dark facial hair. “He’s not alive. He can’t be.”
Aurora grabbed his hands back. “I saw him. He saved me during the attack.”
“Why didn’t he come see me or you?” Elijah whispered.
I eyed their contact, getting agitated at how close he was to her. All my wolf wanted to do was rip them apart, take Aurora back to bed, and fuck her senseless yet again, just to make sure she knew that she was mine, but I held myself back.
“The ston—”
“Ares!” someone yelled from down the hall.
I blew a breath out of my nose and pulled on a pair of jeans.
Marcel appeared behind Elijah with his jaw clenched and his arms crossed over his chest. “I found the fucking rat.”
I stepped beside Aurora and out of the room, adrenaline pumping through me. It was about time someone had found his fucking ass. I was ready to beat whoever it was to a pulp and demand to know why they had done it.
“Marcel!” Charolette shouted, stomping up the stairs. “Why did you leave—” She turned the corner, saw me, and pressed her lips together.
It was almost seven in the morning. What were Marcel and Charolette doing together?
Marcel flared his nostrils and clenched his jaw harder, not sparing her a glance.
“Who’s the rat?” Aurora asked, breaking the silence.
Marcel clenched his fists. “That fuckin’ rogue the warriors escorted home from Hound Territory when we brought Aurora back.”
“Oh my Goddess,” Aurora said quietly, her eyes widening. “That rogue is still here?” I could hear her heart racing and could feel her hurting. She wrapped her arms around herself, as if she was in pain. “This is all my fault. I can’t believe it. I … this …” She stared up at me in tears. “Ares, I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you sooner.” Her hands trembled slightly. “She’s working with Tony … or at least, she’s in contact with him.”
Aurora knew that this rogue was working with Tony? When? How?
“I’m sorry. It slipped my mind. So much has happened, and I … I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”
I shook my head. “Still, it shouldn’t matter. Liam has been watching over her since we got here. Even if she was working with Tony, she couldn’t have known what had happened with my mom. Nobody in this pack tells outsiders shit.”
Charolette stepped forward. “Wait, Liam is watching her?” she asked, brows furrowed together in confusion. She stood oddly close to Marcel, her shoulder brushing against his. “We went over to visit her the other day to welcome her to the pack, and he acted like he had never seen her.”
It wasn’t a secret that Liam had been checking up on the rogue almost every night, so why had he kept it from Charolette? He usually shared everything with
