“I’m here to escort Ylfa to the queen’s tent.”
Patrick scoffs. “On whose orders?”
The bigger male pins him with a gleaming stare, clenching his jaw. “Mine.”
“Oh, so you don’t always do what your alpha tells you to do. Good to hear,” Paddy mocks.
Brent bares his fangs as he descends on Patrick, but I step between them, protecting my friend.
“Unless you’re here to cause trouble, you can leave, Brent. Ylfa doesn’t need you escorting her anywhere.”
Why does he even care? There’s no denying he has the hots for her, but he’s still willing to reject her because he has too much pride.
Brent heaves a sigh as he folds his arms, waiting in the corner, and the three of us fall silent.
Things turn awkward pretty quickly. We all once fought for the honor of being Ylfa’s mate, but only one of us won in the end—me.
But then I gave her up and handed her over to Patrick. Well, on the surface...
Unbeknownst to the pack, I have been meeting the pretty, green-eyed blonde and Paddy in secret.
I’d be willing to share her with Brent, but I’m not so sure about Patrick. He can’t stand him, and I see the feeling is mutual. Brent doesn’t care all that much for Paddy either.
The beta breaks the silence. “So... you two and Ylfa, hey. Don’t think I haven’t been seeing all three of you sneaking off.”
We both flinch, a growl emanating from the two of us. Patrick bares his sharp fangs and widens his stance, as if ready to fight. “So you’ve beenspyingon us?”
A smug smile creeps across Brent’s face. “Yes.”
Patrick’s eyes flash bright blue. “You’ve watched as we’ve made out? Like a perv?”
Brent goes to reply, but then he stops himself.
A Peeping Tom... So, that’s how our beta gets off? All makes perfect sense now.
Before any of us can speak again, the bedroom door swings open, and Chelsea and Annabel step outside.
My, they’re looking mighty fine. I’m still not used to seeing them without Natasha, though. I thought they were pretty much fused to her, but it appears that I was wrong.
Now I have no real reason to despise them anymore. Seems they’ve both come to their senses and seen Natasha for what she truly is. A sore, bitter loser.
Annabel squeals, and what apleasantsound. “You’re all just in time. She looks so beautiful...”
I’m sure she does. I picked out the dress myself.
Chelsea calls back into the room. “You can come out now.”
All three of us stop breathing as our mate steps out of the room, and lo and behold...
It’s a goddess.
She’s a vision.
The dress accentuates her curves, bringing out the vivid green of her eyes, and I almost forget myself. It’s not just me. Patrick’s blue eyes expand to the size of saucers as he stammers, trying to find the right words. Brent’s as still as a statue, and I turn his way. His gaze is molten, and my wolf growls when he spies him staring at my mate for too long. Looks as if I’m not so willing to share her with Brent after all.
Ylfa spins around for dramatic effect, letting us get a good look at that sweet bubble ass, and my pants tighten.
Whoever did her makeup is a true artist. The smoky eyeshadow makes the green pop all the more, and I’m tempted to break the space between us and plant a kiss on her lips and claim her.