Mine.
Oh, look, my wolf has reared his head.
Her long, blonde hair trails down her back in a tight braid, a braid that’s soon to come undone the moment I tease my hands through her tresses. But I won’t. I won’t ruin such perfection.
“Ylfa. You look...” Paddy trails off.
She laughs, spinning back around to meet us. “I know!”
I match her mirth. “Gorgeous and you know it.”
An adorable blush rouges her cheeks, and I want to taste her lips so badly.
But I won’t ruin that makeup.
Ylfa gazes at Brent now, and it appears we’re all waiting for his response. He coughs and heads out the door.
“Well, let’s go.”
Ylfa shakes her head. “Why are you even here?”
His burning, steel eyes find her again. “I’m here to escort you.”
The female scoffs and moves out the door with her new minions. “I don’t think so. I can make my own way to the queen’s tent.”
The beta goes to protest, but I stop in front of him. “I think our queen has already made up her mind. She goes with her friends. Besides, Saunders and Duffy have her covered.”
I wink at the two females. While Chelsea scowls at me, Annabel blushes and giggles.
Brent glances at Ylfa, a longing look in his eyes. Then he bows his head and lets her leave. “Fine. I was mistaken to come here.”
“You were,” she replies, though I spy the same longing in her own gaze.
But then she shakes herself out of it and leaves through the door at last with her new bodyguards.
Seems the former dud truly is moving on. She has pretty much stolen Natasha’s life, and I can’t wait to see the cat fights that will ensue.
Brent’s cold gaze rakes over our beer keg next. Then he heaves a breath and takes his own leave at last.
Good riddance. We didn’t want him joining us anyway. He’s such a kill joy.
“Don’t get too shit-faced now. We have an early morning tomorrow. I want you both at the training grounds at 6 am for practice.”
Yeah,realbuzz kill...
He vanishes, and I guess guy’s night can finally commence.