Page 21 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss
Junelle:I’m putting all of you on a sex ban.
Cristina:agreed. I need my fucking beauty sleep
Marcello:we should really upgrade the soundproofing
Ugo:I’ve already cut off my ears
Andrea:not your special ears D:
Marcello:but who will listen to my beautiful singing now?
Ugo:bonus :D
Cristina:me next
Junelle:me three pls
Me:Gimme 15 and I’ll see you all in the dining room. Someone make sure Nonna has her coffee.
I see most of these smug fuckers in the hallway on my way to my suite, but not everyone is as vocal as those five. Plus, there is the fact that everyone at home will need to be informed, but that can wait until we are stateside again. Mating Cheyenne now has led to more admin than I was expecting, but I suppose I’m not missing the introductions back home. Seeing a new business associate or other mafia syndicate and being able to introduce her as my mate will be a treat I savour until my dying breath.
A quick shower and a fresh set of clothes later, I’m taking my seat at the head of the dining table. Nonna wraps her dressing gown tightly around her shoulders, as if it isn’t hotter than sin, and takes slow sips of her cappuccino while we wait for a few of the men from security to come in. All in all, we squeeze about forty-six people in here.
Besides myself and our matriarch at the opposite end, Marcello, Cristina, Ugo, and Andrea sit at the table. The chair to my right is empty for Luca, thoughhe’s still in Naples. The others also remain empty for the capos and enforcers we left in charge at home.
Junelle leans against the back of Andrea’s chair with a tired but very hopeful look in her eye. I have no intention of following a sex ban, but maybe for the sake of the bride I’ll move my plans for Cheyenne tonight to my suite so we are further away.
I wonder if she’s ever worn a gag before.
“As you’re all mostly aware of what happened last night, I want to confirm that Cheyenne and I are now mated.”
A short round of congratulations and hugging wakes everyone up slightly. For the wolves in the family, they aren’t too surprised, but for the human partners in attendance, this is fresh and exciting news.
“Is it too early for limoncello and prosecco?” someone asks.
“Yes,” I say quickly. “Cheyenne doesn’t know the full extent of what she’s been brought into, so please just continue as you were.”
“But with earplugs,” Marcello jokes.
There is a good-natured laugh around the table, but my eye connects with Nonna. She smiles into her drink but doesn’t say anything. I’ll take her subtle approval over the cheering congratulations any day.
A stirring sensation in my chest forces me up and out of my chair. I don’t even bother saying goodbye orsee you later. The wolf rises in me, directing me to go to my mate immediately.
I have enough sense not to return empty-handed and grab the first thing I can from the kitchen before I’m practically running down the hall. My shoes crack against the tile as the stirring turns to a dull ache.
What in the fuck is happening?
I hear the shower running before I’m even in the room. It doesn’t stop me from bursting through the door. I drop everything and, without thinking, step into the shower where Cheyenne is crying.
She jumps, and the spike of her fear makes me flatten my proverbial ears and tuck my tail. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my chest.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? What the hell happened?” I demand.
“It’s stupid,” she says with a sob. “I’m just PMSing or something. Please don’t think I’m crazy.”
“Tell me.” I bite back a growl. She’s not hurt, there’s no one to kill, but I’m struggling to stay in control and human.
Cheyenne pulls back and looks me in the eye. It’s been a morning of looks and staring contests. I need words.
