Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 6

"We're here," Happy/Zach announced when we pulled up.. "Thanks, Lazarus" he turned to the driver.

  Wolfie gave him a grateful nod.

Lazarus smiled at them, "my pleasure."

"Pick us up at nine. I'll call you if the time changes."

Yay, 4 hours of standing around as a decoration on someone's arm.

"Yes alpha," Lazarus nodded.

  When the conversation was over I turned to open the door and —

  Child proof locked.

  Again.

  I turn to the three werewolves, addressing the two making the decisions, "what do you think I'm gonna do? Jump out of the moving vehicle?" I raised an eyebrow.

  "I wouldn't put it passed you," Jason shook his head and got out. He made his way around the fancy car to my side and opened the door.

  "Yeah, good call. Only, where in the flying fadudle cakes do you think I plan to go?!" I exclaimed.

  He shrugged and put his arm out for me to take. "I don't know how good you are at planning ahead. You could be dumb as rocks, for all I know."

  I rolled my eyes and took his arm 'cause, if I don't, he'll take mine, and we all know how that turns out.

  Happy ran in in front of us.

  "Please, I'm a combat tactician," I argued his 'dumb as rocks' statement with an eye roll.

  "Yeah, one that let her territory get taken over," he quipped, raising an eyebrow down at me.

  I rolled my eyes, again. "I wasn't even there."

  "Still, leaving your house defenseless. . ." he trailed off, shaking his head in disapproval.

  We walked up the marble stairs to the huge mansion that the Gala is being hosted at.

  Dang, just as beautiful as last year.

  "There were plenty capable fighters there, and even negotiators. AND a defensive plan, but it can only be set into motion by a master's order." I pointed out the obvious, getting back on track. "Or at least a heads up," I shook my head.

  "That's the problem with weak leadership."

  I let out a bitter chuckle. "No argument there."

  They just. . . Left.

  "Good, hopefully it'll stay that way all night," he looked down at me blankly, derailing my train of thought. "No arguing."

  I processed what he was saying and let out a sigh. "Oh hun, knowing you, knowing me, knowing — " I cupped his hand in both of mine and held it to my heart, "Us, that will not be happening."

  He ripped his hand away and glared. "It will if you don't want trouble," he growled, leaning in closer.

  I pursed my lips, "Eh, we'll see where the night takes us," I shrugged.

  He glared at me again and scooped up my arm into the crook of his own, just for show probably.

  I discretely shook my head knowingly.

Softy.

  He is such a poser.

No tyrant has such a happy beta. Not to mention such a beautiful face.

  His gaze snapped to me and I immediately stopped. With narrowed eyes, he watched me skeptically.

  Not finding anything standing out as suspicious, he turned back the other way.

  A smirk started pulling at the corners of my lips.

  There's something great about knowing something and just sitting quietly knowing that you know it while someone else doesn't.

It's the best.

  "Eeeeeeek!"

  I was jolted out of my thoughts by a high pitched squeal.

  Startled, I turned to find the source.

  I found my extremely rowdy, and equally kindhearted friend, Jaimee.

  "Mari!" She yelled, running towards me and engulfing me in a bear hug.

  "Hi Jaimee," I smiled into her curly red hair that surrounds her shoulders. She's a few years older than me, but that doesn't stop us from being really good friends.

  "Oh my gosh, I heard what happened! Are you okay?! Did they hurt you?! Your house?!" Jaimee asked glaring at Jason and giving me a pat down for injuries.

  Jeez, information spreads like wildfire.

  I chuckled. "I'm as fine as anyone could ever be under the circumstances."

  Jaimee's face hardened. "Well of course you are," she winked twice at me. "But do you need me to," she looked around. Despite our audience, she proceeded, "take care of anyone for you," she offered 'inconspicuously'.

  I laughed. "Of course not," I smiled.

  I saw Jason's shoulders losen considerably at my response from the corner of my eye

  "I'll take care of all that myself," I finished, waving her off with a wink.

  His shoulders tightened again.

Jaimee chuckled.

  "Well, of course. I must have forgotten who I was talking to," she grinned.

"Yeah, everyone knows THE Maria Crimson doesn't stand for crap from anybody," another voice budded in.

I looked behind me and saw one of my other friends, Dustin — the source of the voice — approaching with a wide grin that's showing off his large canines.

He must have just fed.

Lucky.

I saw him lick off a drop of blood that remained on his teeth.

  It smelled old, so I can tell he didn't just sink his fangs into someone on the way here. But it still smelled so sweet, even though it wasn't fresh. I have to keep myself from drooling.

"But of course," I humored with a grin equally as wide, forgetting the smell of blood.

Jason's lips pressed into a thin line, and he grunted. "What I've seen hasn't been very impressive," he spat, cutting into the conversation. He looked at me condescendingly.

  I delivered a dazzling smile at his comment, "Great! Then things are going as planned," then turned back to my friends, not giving my mate anymore time of day.

My friends raised their eyebrows in amusement. They looked to me, then to Jason, then back to me, and then finally settled on Jason.

Dustin chuckled while shaking his head knowingly. "Yeah, enjoy it while it lasts," he patted Wolfie on the shoulder as he walked away. "'Cause it won't for long," He finished.

He threw me a goodbye smile over his shoulder as he took his leave.

Jason raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah," Jaimee cut in. "Good luck with that," she smiled knowingly.

  Wolfie frowned deeper.

Jaimee pulled me aside by the arm so we could get some privacy. We're probably not out of ear shot, but neither of us are too concerned about it.

  "So, what's the deal? Why haven't you kicked this guy and his lousy pack out of your territory?" She questioned in a whisper.

I shrugged. "Well, you know me. I don't do the whole 'killing thing'. Not unless it's absolutely necessary," I responded honestly.

She let out a short chuckle. "Yeah, I do know you. And you do do the whole seriously maiming and taking what's yours thing," She mocked me. "What's the deal?"

I let out a sigh and leaned in even closer. I looked at her, contemplating if I should even tell her or not.

". . . He's. . . My mate," I revealed quietly.

Her eyes went wide and her mouth made an 'o' shape.

She pointed at him, then at me, then went back to him. "You two?" She raised an eyebrow.

I nodded. "Yep."

"Oh gosh, that's rough," She cringed. "What are you gonna do?" She asked the question of the day.

I tilted my head and scrunched up my eyebrows in thought. "Well, I don't really feel like dying a slow and painful death, soooo, can't leave him," I answered.

She pointed a stern finger at me. "Hey, there's a chance you could survive the break up. Especially with those master genes of yours."

I looked at her. "The aftermath still wouldn't be very pleasant," my nose scrunched up at the thought.

She sighed. "Yeah."

"C'mon, I need to —"

  I cut Wolfie off, "I'll be fine here. I'm not going anywhere."

  "No, you —"

  He was interrupted again by a group of alphas and betas coming over. "Heeeyy! Alpha Jay! Come have a drink with us!" One of them exclaimed, his words coming out a bit slurred.

  Probably already had a few drinks from the open bar.

  Wolfie grabbed my arm and started pulling me in that direction.

  "Oh, c'mon! I'm in the middle of a conversation, the bar is literally 10 steps away," I argued, gesturing to his destination.

  "Oh, leave her be," one of the men waved off. I think his name is Alpha Michel.

  I've only spoken to him a few times, but when I have, he's seemed alright. "This is actually something better discussed in private," he told Wolfie.