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I laughed. “Am I getting a happy ending?”
“I’ll give you so many orgasms you’ll still feel my tongue between your thighs tomorrow.”
Heat crept into my cheeks, and I faltered, dropping my hand.
“You did that on purpose,” I said, my tone accusing.
Bowen’s laugh was deep and much too lively for someone who’d worked out for hours.
“Time,” he called.
My hands fell to my sides like sacks of sand.
The females in the second wave groaned and panted between gulps of water.
“All right, ladies. Same time tomorrow,” Bowen announced. “Get some food and sleep.”
Bowen scooped me into his arms and headed toward the path to our den.
I relaxed into his chest. “Goddess, this feels good.”
He flashed me a lusty smirk. “Just wait until we get home.”
***
The Alpha called me, Gentry, and Silas to his den one week after training started. Just thinking of all the reasons he could have requested our presence set my teeth on edge.
“I can feel your mind racing from over here,” Gentry said, bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing my fingertips. “Do you need to vent?”
“I don’t understand why he needs all of us there,” I said.
“Alpha Wynn wants all the Omegas to testify firsthand to Alpha Declan. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with us,” Gentry reassured me.
I debated telling them why I was hesitant to be in the same room as the Silver Fang Alpha. His reputation was terrifying, and if the rumors were true, he had Goddess-blessed genes to accompany his insanity. There was no telling what kind of person he would be.
As if he could read my thoughts, Silas leaned in and asked, “Do you trust us?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
“Then trust me when I say that Alpha Wynn will not let anything happen to you. Despite his reputation, Alpha Declan is here to draft an alliance. This isn’t the first time our packs have worked together.”
My brows rose. “It’s not?”
“Silver Fang came to our aid when we ousted our old Alpha. I won’t lie to you—some of the rumors are true. But not all,” he said as we approached the Alpha’s den.
I reflected on his words, understanding how even one action could skew one’s reputation.
After we knocked, Alaric ushered us into a meeting room where Brielle, Blythe, and Isolde sat with Alpha Wynn. Bishop and Valor stood behind the females.
Alpha Wynn’s dominance was a comforting shield. Strangely enough, his penetrating blue eyes made me feel safe rather than exposed.
“Don’t be nervous,” he said. “You’re going to tell Alpha Declan the same thing you told us about the Blood Moon pack.”
“Okay,” I murmured.
He looked at Gentry. “I would like you to walk the Alpha through the data you collected on the Council. Display the prototype of the weapons we discussed as well.”
“I’m ready,” Gentry said, patting the bag strapped to his side.
