Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story
Chapter 137: Meet The Same Fate

Chapter 137: Meet The Same Fate

The head Reaver’s lips twisted in a sneer as he looked around the room, finally finding me in my cage.

"What do you want?" asked Rip as he went to sit down on the bed, ignoring the couch and chairs in the living room area.

"We’re getting a new batch of fighters in," grunted Alpha, going to stand in front of Rip. He might have been towering over the other man, but Rip wasn’t intimidated in the least.

"And I care why?" replied Rip with a sneer of his own.

"Did you know your bed smells like her?" returned Alpha, completely changing the subject.

Rip scoffed. "My entire cabin smells like her," he pointed out. I might not have their sensitive smell, but I was sure that having my scent over everything in an area of this size was normal.

"One of the fighters is claiming that you two are fucking," shrugged the Alpha as he walked over to my cage and crouched down to look at me.

"You wouldn’t care if I was fucking her, so what’s this about?" sneered Rip, but I could see his eyes narrowing as if he was thinking about just how he would kill the Reaver if he made a move.

Me? I was looking at him like I had just seen my next meal.

Rip looked over at me and shook his head.

Fine... no eating the big cheese. But now that my demon looked more like a bacon double cheeseburger with poutine on the side, he was a lot less scary.

"No, but if you are fucking her, you need to pay first," grunted the creature as he rose back up to his feet. "But I don’t see you being that desperate to stick your dick in that thing."

Rip nodded his head like they weren’t discussing me and then shot the Alpha a smirk. "And I am sure that you were able to confirm that I haven’t stuck my dick in it."

The Alpha nodded his head and walked away until he was sitting on the couch, facing Rip.

"We have a new batch of fighters coming," he repeated, getting down to business since he had determined that the fucker was lying. The poor fighter won’t live much longer after lying to Alpha. The Reaver didn’t need a lot to set off his short fuse, but when you disrespected him enough to lie to his face...

"So you said," answered Rip. "And I still fail to see how it is my concern."

"This transfer is unique. The boss of the club and a VIP is going to come with the fighter."

I raised an eyebrow, lucky that Alpha couldn’t see my face from where he was sitting. Who was this ’boss’ that would make Alpha make an exception for him?

"I think he knows we have a healer here, and I don’t want her to disappear on the same day he leaves," continued the Alpha like that was ever going to be a possibility.

Even Rip tilted his head back and laughed over that statement. "She goes nowhere without me. Surely, after all this time, you know me better than to even think I would be willing to let someone else touch something I consider mine."

Alpha raised an eyebrow; the grin on his face made me think of a cat that got the canary.

"She isn’t yours. She is mine. Everything in this fucking camp is mine unless I say otherwise," said Alpha as he leaned back on the couch and draped an arm over the back.

"No," smiled Rip with a shake of his head. His smile was so big his teeth were showing. "She is the noose that is wrapped around my neck, keeping me in line. She is the only reason why you are still Alpha. You take her away from me, or something happens to her, and there is no need for you anymore."

The carefree look on Alpha’s face completely dropped before it was quickly replaced with a murderous expression.

"Are you threatening me?" he hissed, leaning forward.

My heart started beating harder and harder, and both predators turned to look at me.

"It’s not a threat; it is simply the way it is. I don’t want to be Alpha. I just want to live my life here under the radar. I do... most of what you ask... and you leave me and my healer alone. If something should change that, then I don’t need you acting as a cover, now do I?"

Huh, I don’t think I had ever heard Rip sound like that before. Maybe this was Randolph coming through more than the Reaver. I had no idea what he had done before coming here... something about working for a Firm or something, but he wasn’t sounding like any lawyer I knew.

Alpha folded like a pack of cards under the look that Rip had given him.

"She..." he started, looking between the two of us.

Did he suspect that I had healed Rip? That he was no longer the same type of Reaver as the rest of them? Rip, before, was dangerous... but what I turned him into when I put him back together was so much worse...

And I refused to do it for the Reaver Alpha.

"She is mine," said Rip, coming to his feet and looking down at the Alpha.

"She is yours," agreed Alpha, his gaze darting to the side so he was no longer looking Rip in the eyes.

"I’ll be sure to send you the money if I ever get around to fucking her," chuckled Rip as he walked toward the door and held the handle.

"And Hu Wen Cheng?" asked Alpha, refusing to move from his spot until he had a definitive answer. I could only assume that Hu Wen Cheng was the boss of the new fighter.

"Will meet the same fate as everyone else who tries to take something that is mine," assured Rip with a nod.

Seemingly satisfied with that response, Alpha stood up and left the cabin, never once looking back.