T. A. Grey by Dark Seduction: The Kategan Alphas 5 Page B

with charring meat. Lawn chairs were pulled up and the women congregated together, smiling and passing around the new baby while the men sipped beers around the grill.
    Dmetri didn’t really have a plan, though he usually made one. He also probably didn’t think what he was about to do through.
    The Kategan men nodded at him as he approached. Ignoring them, he stepped in front of Vane and shoved him back. It was only a few feet but it was enough room for what he was about to do.
    Vane looked at him, his expression part outrage and shock. Then Dmetri slammed his fist into his face.
    Maybe if he’d planned this better then he wouldn’t have ended up in an outright brawl.
    But as such, with his emotions running high on anger and the damned thought of Christine going out with a possible mate—and possibly fucking him—really, really made him want to hit something. So he chose the man who’d let her accept the date.
    As soon as his fist connected with Vane’s jaw, several semi-trucks slammed into him from the side and back. He grunted and hit the ground with enough force to make his teeth chatter.
    Fucking lykaens and their strength. Dmetri caught one of the men—Darien—and rolled with him in a tackle. Darien’s palm shot up connected with his nose. Dmetri lifted an elbow and slammed it into Darien’s face a second before he was dragged off.
    “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
    It was Jackson’s voice. Dmetri wrapped his arms around the arms pulling him and threw him forward; Jackson went soaring through the air but gracefully rolled on the ground as he landed.
    Vane came over him and clocked him in the jaw—hard. His vision actually darkened, blurring for several seconds. Dmetri’s blood pumped so hard his muscles were tight with the need to expend pent-up energy. Dmetri shot forward with his speed and wrapped his arm around Vane’s throat. He backed up with him like he was holding him hostage, putting his back to the outside so no one could sneak up on him.

    That’s when he noticed all the women were staring at him with mouths agape, eyes wide.
    Somehow that...baffled him.
    “Why aren’t you fighting for your men?”
    They looked at one another and mutual shrugs ensued. “You think you’re the first one to come here and start a fight? Typical Saturday really,” Sarina said.
    Vane grunted, then planted an elbow in his chest.
    “Fuck,” Dmetri hissed and released his grip on Vane’s neck.
    Vane laughed then slowly turned around as he rubbed at his neck.
    “Wanna tell me what that was about?”
    Shit. He really should have thought this through before he came here. But he’d been seeing red with only one solution possible—Vane’s physical pain.
    That damned temple ticked again. What would he say? That he was pissed that Vane was going to let one of his pack mates go on a date with an Alpha? That would look as though he cared for her, and that wasn’t the case. She was just his now. Settling on what he was going to say, he straightened.
    “You can’t let Christine see that Alpha.”
    Vane sighed. “Yes I can and I don’t see why I shouldn’t.” Now everyone’s attention was on him. Dmetri rocked on his feet. “I’d rather talk about this alone.”
    Everyone laughed. Vanessa leaned forward in her seat. “Oh no, we all want to hear this.”
    “Agreed,” Rome said.
    Vane looked like he thought this whole thing was hilarious. Dmetri wanted to hit him again just to wipe the smirk off his face.
    “You that into her, huh?” asked Vane.
    “She’s mine now. I don’t want her seeing anybody else.” Well if that didn’t just send the women chattering.
    Jackson came forward, a frown on his mouth. “Since when do you go around claiming females?”
    “I’m not claiming females. I’m claiming a single woman. As I said, she’s mine.” He wasn’t used to having his matters argued.

    Vane shook his head. “Listen, you want her, great. Talk her into that. She called me and said she wanted