Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games novel Chapter 174

“No.”

“Klaus?”

“No!” I said louder, trying not to laugh.

“Roland? Peter? Decebel? Costin? Fenrir?”

“Stop,” I said, laughing. “Please, no more fictional werewolf names. Why not just call him Junior? Kyle Alexander Westin, Jr.”

“You could call him Alex for short,” Lily offered, “or better yet, Zander?”

“Zander. I like it, but no Junior.”

“Okay then,” Lily said. “How about Alexander Cole? Has a nice ring to it, right?” my sister asked as

she grinned evilly and wagged her eyebrows up and down. It was too much, and Kelsey started full

belly laughing.

“Dang it, Lil, you can’t do that to me,” Kelsey said, grabbing her belly with both hands and shuffling to the bathroom while clearly gripping her thighs tight.

She returned a few minutes later. “My bladder is like the size of a tic–tac right now. One day soon I know I’m gonna pee myself.”

Lily

rugged. “Fortunately for you, wolf pee has lots of great properties, so if that happens just shrug and say, ‘Sorry, my maternal instincts to protect this child just kicked in and I just had to mark this seat in warning.“”

I just looked in shock at the evil genius that was my sister and we all collapsed into hysterical laughter.

Patrick

It was after eleven. The guys had been over for a while and we’d had a good time, but when they headed off to the Crate, I didn’t join them. There had already been a few reports of fights breaking out on Main Street and one wolf got so ossified he was trying to mark every building in San Marco. I just wasn’t up for dealing with it all.

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Chapter 174

I was hoping Elise would come home, but also wished she’d have called to let me know she wasn’t coming. Was that really too much to ask? I knew it was still early, especially on a holiday night, but I couldn’t help but worry. She had been kidnapped, for crying out loud, I think I had cause for irrational worry.

I debated going for a run, even knowing I’d run right over to Kyle’s to see if she was still there. I couldn’t help it. I had to know. I headed for the backyard and stripped off my shirt on the back porch. I let the cold winter air wash over me, causing goosebumps to prick my skin. It felt like snow was in the air, and I loved that white stuff. Winter was my favorite time of year, and since my first night ever holding my mate had been in the middle of a massive snowstorm, it was my new favorite thing ever. I hoped we’d get one here soon with enough snow that Elise and I would be snowed in for several days. Undisturbed.

As I reached for the button of jeans, there was movement in the woods that caught my attention. My wolf tensed, on high alert. I sniffed the air, curious at the familiar scent greeting me. My eyes scanned the forest line. It was dark, only a sliver of a crescent moon, mostly obscured by clouds. A dark object was exiting the cover of the trees and heading to me.

Just as I was about to change, the strangest howl I ever heard pierced through the night.

“Aroooooo! Arooo! Aroo!”

It sounded more human than wolf, yet I was quite sure the object now stumbling across the yard was wolf. Most definitely a shifter. I had seen human–like expressions from a shifter in wolf form, but human–like sounds? I had never heard of such a thing.

Stumbling in a crisscross pattern, I watched the dark beast. When the wind shifted and I clearly caught the scent of my mate, my wolf settled. I didn’t bother to shift. I just waited with amusement as she walked first the right, then to the left, then back to the right. I thought maybe something was seriously wrong with her, but there was an unusual sweetness mixed with her scent that I couldn’t quite place

I walked out to meet her. “Love, are you okay?”

She quirked her head to the left and looked at me, a slow smile of sorts spread across her face causing a fierce, strange, toothy smirk on her wolf. She leaned and her wolf brushed against me. I heard a small growl, or something like it, coming from her as she pressed further into me. I reached down and felt her soft fur. She nuzzled into my hand and licked it. That was only the start; it was like she was determined to mark me with her scent as she rubbed up against my legs. The soft fur covering her head tickled against my exposed abs.