Mate (Bride, #2) (36)

I hate him.

“Ready to start whenever you are,” Brenna says once he’s out of earshot.

I hate her, too. By extension. Which is unfair, but it does fuel me.

Misery and I have taken a lot of self-defense, and I have some moves tucked away. Not sure how they’ll play out after months of poor sleep hygiene, a diet mostly made of stomach acids, and my current condom full of chicken stock level of fitness, but I don’t care.

Brenna expects nothing from me, and I can use it to my advantage.

“I didn’t think Weres went to the gym,” I tell her with a small smile.

“Weres do everything Humans do. But better.”

So maybe I don’t hate her. Maybe I sort of like her. It’s Misery’s fault if I have a thing for tall blondes who use fuck off humor to shield their true selves. I’ll write my sister a strongly worded email of condemnation.

But there’s something I need to know, and I decide not to hem and haw over it. “You and Koen . . . ?”

“Yup.” Light on her feet, she moves closer. We start circling each other.

“Cool.” She throws a jab at my torso. I hop back and dodge it. For some reason, my chest hurts anyway. “How, um, long have you been together?”

“We no longer are.”

Oh.

I evade a few more punches and try a low attack, but she gets me with a leg kick. I fall on my ass but manage to roll back up before she can . . . I don’t know. When does this stop? Pinfall? Knockout? First blood? She’s not going to kill me, right? “You didn’t break up because of the mate thing, right?” I ask, already panting a little.

“As if. You’re not the hub of reality.” She snorts. “It was a million years ago, and there was no breaking up. The fucking ground was falling from under our feet.” She aims a cross at my head, which I barely slip. I counter with a jab to her ribs, quickly followed by a light kick.

I land both. And they must hurt— if not her flesh, her pride. Brenna glares, and that’s when she begins to fight in earnest. I half expect the way she grabs my shoulders, and even her knee to my stomach. I block the latter, but she takes me down with a body lock that . . .

Fucking ouch.

“Listen.” She pins me to the mat. Holds me down as she whispers right against my face. “I’m not some jealous woman quivering at the sight of a pretty trophy girlfriend. But you know nothing. Things could get real tough here in the Northwest. Koen could use an adult, instead of a cute little ball and chain combo that only slows him down.”

Hard not to take what she’s saying personally when, if the mood were to strike, she could easily choke me. “I may be ignorant of Were and Northwest customs, but in my defense, people haven’t been forthcoming with information— ”

“What do you wanna know? Ask away, ’cause I’m not going to baby you. Your weird hybrid shit and that rosy-cheeked, wide-eyed look, they’re not adorable to me. I was thrown in the deep end when I was a decade younger than you are now, and no one tossed me a rope, not even a damn stick, and I’m stronger for it. You’d benefit from fewer gloves and rougher

— ”

I jerk my hips and push against her neck, creating enough space to flip us around. I twist her hand, pull it under my armpit, and lock her in an armbar. “Why was the Northwest divided?” I ask. Since she’s so eager to talk, I’d rather it be about something that isn’t me.

“That’s a much smarter question than I expected from you,” she chokes out, failing to free herself.

“Yeah, well. I used to think of myself as a smart person.”

“Used to?”

“Not realizing what species I was for the better part of two decades had me reassessing,” I huff.

“That must fuck you up real good, huh? I don’t envy you.”

“Why? It’s been so fun.” I think she might be chuckling. I strengthen my grip and ask, “When did the pack split?”

“Forty years ago. Little less.”

“Why?”

“A disagreement between the former Alpha and the Assembly. The huddles separated and became self-governing. The Alpha remained in control of the core. The five huddles made for about half of the population, so it was an even split.”

“Were the huddles and the core at war with each other?”

“What? No.” More breathless laughter. “We interacted constantly. I was born in the Moon Craters huddle, but my mom was working in the Den

when I was five or so. Koen and I learned to read at the same school.”

“So what happened that made the core and the huddles reunite?”

“Outsiders tried to destroy us. The Northwest’s strength comes from its unity.”

I must have gotten too engrossed in the conversation, because Brenna frees herself. We both shoot to our feet, and then it’s a flurry of hooks and push kicks. She tries to corner me, but I move laterally. I strike her with my elbow and aim at her knee, but she’s no longer underestimating me, and that’s a shame.

“Was it Humans?” I ask. “The threat, I mean.”

“Isn’t it always?” She tries an inside trip. I attempt a clinch. We both fail. “There’s so fucking many of you, it’s no surprise you’re involved in everything.”