I’m pretty damn proud of myself. I sound like the fierce boss I am... well, until Roman rumbles and straightens so fast I almost didn’t see it coming.
His eyes glow and his large hand grips my throat, “Oh, my sweet little warrior wolf, you just gave me the challenge I’ve been wanting,” He leans in close, despite my claws still in his neck, and runs his nose up my face, “I will have you bent and broken by the time I’m done with you. You think you can stand beside me? You better have the spine to do it.”
He shoves off me and grins like a fucking psycho, blood dripping down his neck, soaking his shirt as his eyes rake up and down my body like I’m a damn stake on a hook.
Am I turned on? Unequivocally, and I’m not even ashamed.
“Now, I have to get back in there and calm everyone down. Take your ass back to the room.” Roman stomps off like a fucking child… or maybe it’s me who is acting like a child, with my twin middle fingers pointed at his back. Eh, he’s the child.
If that overgrown man-child thinks I’m going to just yes, sir him and then do his bidding, he’s got another thing coming. Walking back to the dining room, I go in search of food and something to take the edge off this anger I feel. I should just let the assholes run the show then laugh in their hairy faces when it all blows up.
“Big strong men. Pfft, micro-peens, that’s what they are.” I grumble as I pass people in the hall.
Some turn to stare at me as I walk by but none of them say a word to me, letting me move along without so much as a hello. It’s understandable I guess, but I’m fucking hangry as hell and this feeling of being an interloper here does not help my sour mood. I get to the area where I’m sure the school’s lunch ladies used to stand and make sure none of the kids stole extra chocolate milk back in the day. I can almost picture the pack of children clamoring to get their meals...well, if you ignore the graffiti on the walls of wolves and topless women, that is. It’s tasteful. It gives the whole place an edgy vibe that works for the sea of leather cut wearing men.
I let my eyes travel through the long row of bikers waiting for the sexy women behind the food bar to feed them their grub.Wow, check her out,I think to myself as I spot a gorgeous girl who looks to be about my age feeding the hulking men.Talk about a hot lunch lady.
Unlike Cavernous Pussy, this girl looks really sweet. With her emerald eyes, sexy dimpled smile, black pixie haircut and small lithe frame covered in tattoos and an Iron Maiden crop top... If I were into girls, I’d be panting after her. I can’t scent her from here, but I think she’s something other than a wolf. Maybe Fairy?
Deciding that it wouldn’t be the best introduction to just cut in front of everyone else, I grab a hard plastic yellow tray and get in line, sighing at how long the line is despite the easy pace it’s moving with. Damn, I must be close to starvation if I’m this fucking impatient.
“You’re Jaz, the Prez’s ol’ lady, right?” A handsome guy says as he slides his tray alongside mine. He looks almost identical to the hot pixie lunch lady, minus the lithe frame and emerald eyes.
He’s not as built as Roman or his brothers, but this guy is all muscle and sharp edges. He’s a skinhead with tattoos all over his scalp, but it doesn’t detract from his edgy handsomeness. His thick black eyebrows are low over her long lashes.On principle alone, I have to hate this guy.
But the freakiest thing about him, the thing that truly has my attention, his abnormal eyes. They’re chilling yet so mesmerizing. They have no pupil, just a whirlpool of brilliant crystal blue.
Blinking twice, I pull my gaze from his eyes and quickly take a whiff of him. He doesn’t smell like your average wolf. There’s a certain sweet aroma mixed in with the earthy tones of Werewolves.
I look down at his leather cut and see an unmarked patch that saysProspect, then quickly turn away, not wanting him to think I’m checking him out,though I totally am. I move up the line, grabbing silverware and napkins on the way.
Didn’t he ask me something? Oh yeah, “I swear to fuck, if I get calledold ladyorlittle girlone more time, I will murder...erm, someone.”Smooth Jaz.
I need food.
Blue, my new nickname for my friend here, stares at me for a second then busts out laughing, his eyes glowing as his musical laugh bounces around the room despite the loud voices around us.
He reaches into his pocket as I eye the food before me, ignoring his continued chuckles until he taps me on the arm, “Here, you should eat this, you’re not you when you’re hungry.”
“How would you—” I snap my mouth closed when I see the Snickers bar in his hand, and laugh right along with him, “You’re a funny guy, Blue.” I take the candy bar and shove it into my back pocket before he can take it back.
“Blue? Hmm, I like it,” The guy, who is definitely not a wolf, says, “My name is Knox, actually. I’m glad to see Alpha Roman finally found someone crazy enough to stand beside him.”
I snort as I grab three bread rolls that look so damn soft and fluffy that I want an entire bed made of them, “Yeah, we’re quite the pair, huh?”
Finally! I get to the end of the line, right next to hot Pixie who beams at me, “Hey, you’re the new ol’ lady!”
Blue chuckles and I snap my head to him growling before turning back to the girl with a smile, “You can call me Jaz,” I hold out my hand to her, which feels weird for some reason. Even during my month of hiding amongst the humans, it still felt odd to shake hands. I’m used to the way Raider Pack grasped arms.
Surprising the hell out of me, Pixie grips my forearm just like my old pack did and it’s then that I decide this chick is my new BSF,best sexy friend.
“Knix, and I see you’ve met my brother, Knox. I hope he wasn’t bothering you.” She gives her brother what I’m sure is supposed to be a stern look but it’s fucking adorable on her.
“Can you hurry up? Some of us would like to eat,” The shrill voice of Cavernous Pussy keeps me from replying.
Before I can say anything though, Knix picks up a fork and launches it with a smooth flick of her wrist. As CP howls in pain from the fork sticking out of her arm, I smile at my new homie.
“You and me,” I wave a finger between us, “it’s happening, girl.”