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of Sasha s face.
It seemed to be the only place that wasn t bruised and swollen.
Sasha s face was a mass of bruises. His lower lip was swollen and
cracked, a thin trickle of blood dripping from one particularly bad cut.
Alan did a quick perusal of Sasha s body, as much as he could
without releasing him. His shirt was torn down the middle, and he had
several dark red scratches on his chest. His pants were unzipped, but
elation swept through Alan when he saw that they hadn t been pulled
down.
Alan didn t know what to do. He didn t even know where he
could touch Sasha with causing him more pain. Sasha had to be in so
much pain. Alan needed to fix it, but he didn t know how. He felt like
a complete failure where his mate was concerned.
And here he had been thinking his mate was being unfaithful to
him. If Sasha ever found out what he had been thinking, Alan had no
doubt his mate would leave him in a flat second.
 Sasha? Alan whispered softly.  Can you tell me what hurts?
The rude snort from the corner of the room reminded Alan that
they weren t alone. His eyes narrowed as his head snapped over to
stare at the man who had harmed his mate. Alan growled low in his
throat and started to lower Sasha back to the floor so he could go rip
the man s head off.
Sasha s soft whimper stopped him.
 I want to go home, Sasha whispered through their bond.
 Please, just take me home.
 Sasha&  Alan began as he looked back down at his mate. He
was teetering on the edge of his control. His need to protect his mate,
to seek revenge for what had happened to Sasha, all of it was riding
him harder than a freight train with no brakes.
Sasha clutched at Alan s shirt until his fingers turned white.
 Please?
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As much as Alan wanted to tear the stranger apart, piece by little
piece, Sasha needed care and he needed to be somewhere away from
the man that attacked him. Alan could always come back later after
Sasha was somewhere safe.
He scooped Sasha into his arms and stood to his feet.
Alan glared at the man standing smugly across the room. He knew
threatening the man would do no good. Someone like this leech
standing in front of him needed hands-on instruction to understand the
rage Alan was feeling inside.  I ll be back for you.
 Touch me and I ll sue you, the man replied as he gave Alan
what looked to be a glare. The man sucked at it. Alan remembered the
guy. He was a cashier. Alan stored that information away as he
carried Sasha from the room.
 What s going on? A dark-haired man was standing in front of
an office, his keys dangling in his hand as he looked from Sasha to
Alan.  Who are you, and why do you have my employees in your
arms?
 He s my boss, Ken, Sasha whispered as he tucked his face
further into Alan s chest.
Alan narrowed his eyes at Ken. He didn t appreciate anyone
questioning him about Sasha.  Because one of your other employees
thought it would be fun to hurt my mate and assault him.
Ken s questioning glare turned into anger right before Alan s
eyes. His fingers curled around the keys as he stepped closer, his
voice a growl.  Who hurt Sasha?
 What s his name, Sasha?
 Troy.
 Troy, Alan said out loud.  He was attacking Sasha when I
entered the lunchroom.
Ken nodded, turning on his heels and unlocking his office door.
Alan began to walk toward the exit when Ken stepped back out of his
office and stopped him.  I m calling the cops. Don t go anywhere.
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 Why? I haven t done a damn thing wrong, even though I wanted
to rip Troy apart with my bare hands.
Ken looked stunned, but shook his head.  The cops are for Troy,
but I ll keep your confession to myself.
Alan had never had a cop on his side. Usually they were
questioning him like he was the criminal. Would they do the same
now? Alan didn t want to stick around for any harassing, but he knew
that if he let Troy go unpunished, Alan would seek revenge. And he
really wasn t trying to go back to prison. He had a mate to take care
of. Going to prison wasn t conducive to keeping Sasha safe.
Although he really did not want to talk to the cops. His time in
prison was still too fresh in his mind, and nothing but anger welled up
when he thought about cops.
 They re on their way. Bring Sasha into my office. I don t want a
confrontation with Troy while Sasha is anywhere near him.
Alan stepped into Ken s office, and the feeling of suffocation
swamped him. His apartment was tiny, but Alan knew he could walk
out of it at any time. Knowing he would be stuck in this cramped
space and talking to cops was making him panic. He could feel his
heart begin to race as his nerves coiled into hard steel.
 What s wrong? Sasha asked as he curled tighter into Alan s
arms.  Why are you shaking?
 I don t like small offices or cops.
 We can leave. We don t have to stay, Alan.
Alan appreciated the gesture more than he could ever voice, but
this wasn t about him. Sasha needed Troy punished for what he had
done. Glancing down at his mate to see the bruises only reminded
Alan what had to be done.
 No, if the cops don t take care of Troy, I will. I d rather have the
law handle this. He just hoped that they didn t bring Troy his way.
Alan wasn t so sure he could restrain himself. He was fighting now
just to keep his bear from becoming unleashed. Seeing his mate
bruised and frightened was making Alan, and his bear, go crazy.
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 The cops are here, Ken said as he stuck his head into the office
door.  One of them is talking to Troy. The other is right here. Ken
moved back, allowing the police officer to enter the already-cramped
space.
 Which one of you was assaulted? the cop asked.
 Sasha, Alan answered for his mate. He did most of the talking,
but Sasha had to write down what had happened that led up to Alan
finding them. As Alan listened to his mate as Sasha mentally voiced
what happened as he wrote it down, Alan felt sick to his stomach.
Troy had been making passes and becoming aggressive, and Sasha
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