Page 90 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Baby girl,” he moans, like I’m torturing him. “You have no idea how much I want this. How much I’ve been dreaming of it. But you deserve palaces, and rose petals, and orchestras serenading you.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I don’t need any of that,” I say. “I just need men who will love me and treat me right.”
He raises his head and stares down at me. “You don’t need it, Bea, you deserve it.”
I nod. Yes, I do.
With a pained expression, he rolls up my top and removes his hand from my skirt.
For a moment he rests his forehead on my stomach and he inhales my scent. Then with another of those pained groans, he rolls up to standing and steps away.
“One day, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck and knot you on the hood of this car. But not today.” I pout at him, and he shakes his head. “Today I’m taking you to dinner.”
“Dinner?” I roll up so I’m perched on the edge of the hood. “I’m not sure I’m in the mood for some fancy restaurant–”
“Not a restaurant, home.”
“Your apartment?” I think of those bedrooms with those wide, soft beds.
“No, my mom’s house.” He hesitates. “She’s not well, and I want to be around more to help. Her and my sister, Molly.”
“Sister?”
“Little sister.”
“Oh.” I gaze into his eyes. “Will it just be the two of us at dinner?”
“No,” and I know he means both packs will be there too. “Everybody’s pretty keen to see you again, sweetheart.” He takes my hand and helps me to jump down from the car. “And my mom and sister too.”
“At dinner?”
“At dinner. My mom’s practically pulling her hair out with desperation, she’s so damn keen to meet the girl we’ve all fallen for.”
“All of you?” I ask, a little shyly.
“What do you think?”
“I think,” I say, strolling around to the passenger seat, “I’m going to have to determine for myself whether that is true.”
19
Bea
Twenty minuteslater we’re gliding through a set of iron gates at the edge of the city, up a gravel driveway and pulling up in front of a large house that must have been built at the start of the 1900s. It’s elegant with flowering creepers crawling over its front and its many windows winking in the light.
The large front door stands open and in front of it are Angel, Silver, Hardy, Connor and Nate as well as a small woman I recognize immediately as Axel’s little sister.
She comes trotting to meet me as soon as I climb out of the car and hovers in front of me excitedly.
“Bea, this is Molly,” Axel says coming round to take my hand in his. “Molly, Bea.”
“Wow, you’re beautiful.” Molly grins. “It’s so nice to meet you at last.” She wrestles my hand from Axel’s grip and pulls me into the house. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
I peer around at the alphas, wondering how much she really knows.
“Molly knows everything,” Angel says, coming to stand by my side.
“Yep, all their assholey actions. Don’t worry I’ve been punishing them for you.”
