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Silver and Mongrel would be good mates to her, better than I could ever be.
That would have to be enough.
Because one thing was for damned sure, this woman was incapable of submitting to my authority. She would never willingly submit to my wolf. And one day, the beast inside me would snap and force her to once he was done begging for his claim.
I could never let that happen. Human or not, Sasha was a true alpha. I had to protect her from herself. An alpha wouldn’t survive being toppled from their throne. And my wolf, like the beast that ruled my father, showed no mercy in a challenge.
32
JOYFUL TRIUMPH
Silver
“Silver?” Sasha looked up at me from where I had her pinned to the hallway wall.
It’d only been days since our claiming, yet the Chaos had easily transformed a mere few days into torturous lifetimes. My little alpha and I had fallen into a routine of sorts.
That first morning, Grimm had come up to apologize to me over breakfast. In front of everyone. My wolf puffed up in pride at being honored by his alpha as he congratulated me and Sasha—who’d been sitting on one side, Mongrel on the other—on a successful claiming.
Though the congratulations sounded like a dying wolf being dragged over hot coals, I couldn’t help the relieved grin that spread over my face all the same. I didn’t want my alpha to hate me. In fact, more than anything, I wanted my friend to taste the happiness the Goddess was holding out for him to grab.
His face softened a little at my tangible relief and we fist-bumped before he’d stalked away to play lone wolf. My wolf whined in concern. Usually, he’d sit with me and Mongrel. He wasn’t the sort of alpha to lay down orders from on high. Grimm prided himself in being a brother first, alpha second.
I studied the Prez, not touching his food, just glaring at anyone and everyone in the bar. It wasn’t great for digestion but the pack got on with life anyway. My friend hadn’t looked like he’d slept a wink. Neither had Sasha. In fact, the two of them hadn’t eaten at all. Too busy shooting imaginary bullets at each other.
And that was pretty much how the pair had played it ever since.
Simmering glares from a careful distance across a crowded room.
That wasn’t the only change, either. Grimm had been sending Mongrel on errands. Lots and lots of errands. It was driving my wolf crazy because he was more than ready to bring our two mates together and watch the fireworks. But—and I suspected this was Grimm’s way of slowing down nature’s course—so far the timing had never been right.
“Can we take this to your den?” Sasha murmured, nipping at my chin. Her sparkling green eyes burned with lust.
“But Mongrel’s not here,” I began, then trailed off as she put a gentle finger to my lips.
It was a stupid excuse. I knew it, she knew it. I wanted my mate to join us more than I could say but after Grimm’s reaction, guilt pulled at me whenever I brought Sasha into our den. Yet, I needed him here. With us. Sharing this incredible bounty together. As mates should.
“I know. But sweetheart, he won’t come to us if we don’t invite him in. We got to make our desire crystal clear.”
Sasha’s smirk was a flirty curl. Her fingers walked through my hair playfully, kneading out the tension in my scalp as she found it. I nodded and hefted her up into my arms. Her legs wrapped themselves around my hips, sweetly, before she leaned in close and whispered words that drove me wild against my ear.
“And I want him to touch me, baby,” she whimpered. “So bad.”
Goddess, I wanted that, too. So, so bad. Groaning, I pressed her against the door jam and wrestled with the lock. Her little nips and kisses made it next to impossible to fit the key into the slot. Fuck.
“Hurry, Silver,” Sasha whined against my neck. “I need you.”
My beast roared to take my mate, hard and fast, until she screamed in completion. However, this wasn’t about us. This was about reeling in Mongrel. And I knew just the way to do it.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. Shouldn’t be long now. Yanking back the covers, I placed her in the center of the bed I shared with my other soulmate and gave her a hot look.
“Strip for me, kitten.”
Slowly, Sasha peeled her clothes from her skin while I feasted on the sight of her. I missed the way she looked in my clothes, but loved that she had some of her own back. A day or so ago, a team of sweetbutts had gone on a little mission with Bulletproof and his mates. Collecting any of the belongings our remaining guests had left behind. Some had more than others, of course. But Grimm had made sure all had a decent supply of the basics until they could afford their own.
Retrieving my phone, I thumbed it open and took a quick pic. I turned the screen so she could see what I was planning. The foxy little tilt of her lips told me she was more than on board with my plan. I shot the picture off to Mongrel, then crawled across the bed to my naked kitten.
Sure, I had practically dared my mate to disregard our alpha’s latest orders with that little trick. But it was for his own good. I had a feeling Mongrel had been dying to find an excuse to tell Grimm to stuff it anyway.
