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Ashley snapped her teeth at Anya playfully before going back to work.
“She’s right,” Sharone hissed furiously, her voice low. “You’re supposed to be gathering reports and watching out for the alpha at this point. This makes us look bad.”
Anya clenched her teeth. “I know what I’m supposed to be doing, Sharone,” she bit out. “He wanted Brim with him. I’m not going to go beg.”
“Who says beg?” Sharone told her. “Go in and be the coya. Damn, have we wasted our time all these months teaching you how to take o
ver?”
Had they? Anya looked up from the e-pad and considered those options. She was aware of the Coyotes in command center sneaking her covert looks. She was well aware that this was Brim’s job now that he was on base, not hers. It was a job that needed doing though, and Brim was busy with her duties.
She was also aware of her own bodyguards watching her thoughtfully. They’d had enough belief in her that they had trained her even as she hadn’t realized she was being trained.
She tapped the e-pad closed and turned to glance around the command center.
“Let’s go!” She turned and moved from the electronic center and began making her way through the tunnels toward Del-Rey’s quarters.
She’d been putting this off. She hadn’t slept since the night before, and her own temper was fraying. She was out of sorts, frustrated, and there was a slow, simmering burn between her thighs from her inability not to remember exactly what she and Del-Rey had been doing before that ambush.
Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tasting the essence of his lust as it spilled between her lips, feeling him, taut and hard, growls rumbling in his throat as the arrogant alpha was replaced by the seducer.
Now, nearly eight hours after his return to Base, weariness was dragging at her and the need to see him was eating her alive. Even if he was just sleeping.
But he hadn’t asked for her. He hadn’t sent for her.
He was healing, she told herself. The healing process was exhausting for Coyotes, even more so than other Breeds.
As she turned into the alpha’s section of the base, she nodded at the security team she’d put in place. They were Del-Rey’s pack members and, she knew, more loyal to him alone than the others would be.
“Should we wait outside?” Ashley asked.
“Yes, you should,” Anya answered her. “I don’t need protection from your alpha.” At least, she hoped she wouldn’t. “As a matter of fact, the three of you can return to quarters while I’m here. Get some damned sleep or something, Ash. You’re getting dark circles.”
“Those are fighting words, Coya,” she growled, though the playfulness still filled her tone.
“We’ll spar later.” Anya laid her palm against the palm plate that had been installed, and waited to see if she would be accepted.
She wasn’t. She closed her eyes against the pain.
A second later the door opened and Brim stepped back, his gaze remote as she entered the room. She slapped the e-pad into his hand.
She could almost feel his disapproval that she was there; the fact that if he had the authority, he might even order her out.
“You’ll find my notes, unencrypted, there,” she told him. “You’re needed in Command and Security. While you’re there, have a talk with your pack leaders about cooperation in areas you share before you need to knock some heads together.”
He stared back at her silently.
“The packs have been cooperating fine,” he said coolly. “They’re working together when they were never meant to do so. I consider that a rather amazing occurrence on a good day.”
She stared back at him with the same measured look. “They’re not working together well enough then. It’s your job to see to this, and you haven’t.”
“I have been rather busy.” The mockery slipped free then. “I’m Del-Rey’s bodyguard and part of the team now assigned to the Bureau. It’s rather hard to be in two places at once and to see to my duties in Command and Security as well as be bodyguard and general overseer.”
“You should have assigned someone in your place,” she retorted calmly.
“I did so,” he informed her, his voice clipped. “Things have worked well enough.”
“Well enough isn’t working anymore,” she told him. “And you are not needed as general overseer. I think I can handle that well enough.”
